I come to my senses, tightly strapped to a gynecological chair with belts, unable to move. I’m naked and spread wide open, my legs forced apart, a gag in my mouth. Between my legs, everything is shaved clean and, it seems, smeared with something… something sticky.
He walks over to me, grinning widely, wearing a white coat, gloves, and carrying a large jar filled with some writhing mass. My vision is blurry, and I squint against the bright light aimed right at my face. With difficulty, I focus on the jar and realize with horror that it’s filled with worms and all kinds of crawling insects.
I’ve always been terrified of and hated all those tiny creeping things.
I stare at him with wide eyes and try to ask what this is for, what he’s planning to do, but the gag only lets me let out muffled, incoherent moans.
He doesn’t say a word. He just sets the jar on the tray, picks up a speculum, and leans down between my legs. The metal instrument slides into me, and he starts turning the screw, opening the blades. They stretch my hole, spread it so wide that I whimper from the discomfort. A hand in a latex glove gently strokes my thigh—but then… then it reaches for the jar.
He takes the jar in his hands.
He opens it.
He picks up large forceps from the tray.
“Guess what I’m about to do now?” he asks with a soft smile, and uses the forceps to pull a clump of worms out of the jar.
My heart nearly stops in my chest, then races to what must be two hundred beats a minute. A wave of heat rushes through me. I scream in panic and try to break free, but all I can do is watch helplessly as the forceps move closer to my crotch.
He doesn’t stop. Still wearing that same frozen smile, he shoves the disgusting clump deep into my pussy, and I think I’m going to die of revulsion right then and there. But a second passes, then another, and I’m still alive — and I can feel everything in there writhing and squirming inside me, and it doesn’t end…
The forceps shove more into me. And more. And more. He packs my pussy completely full of worms, and then with quick, practiced movements, he pulls the speculum out of me. I feel my walls close around the mass writhing inside me, and I feel myself starting to choke on panic, tears welling up in my eyes.
“Don’t pass out yet, that’s not all,” he laughs. “I coated the outside of you with sugar syrup. They’re going to love it…”
And he shakes some of the jar’s contents onto my belly and my pussy.
It’s not just worms in there.
I feel something crawling over me. Something moving its disgusting little legs. So many, many legs that my crotch instantly starts to itch like mad. And then I feel the first bite.
Something stings me painfully right there.
I’m shaking and whimpering, and something stings me somewhere else.
My whole body is tense. Sweat drips from my forehead. Tears stream down my cheeks. I’m in hell. I’m in hell. Seconds drag by, agonizingly slow, one after another. The hideous multi-legged mass keeps writhing, squirming, tickling, and stinging me, inside and out, and I can feel my pussy starting to swell and itch unbearably. I’d give anything in the world to squeeze my thighs together, but the belts are pulled tight, holding my legs wide apart. I sob with helplessness as I feel worms crawling out of me and falling to the floor.
He stands in front of me, staring at my red, swollen cunt. He unbuttons his coat, then his fly. He frees his fully erect cock.
“Are you wet already, baby?” he asks, and shamelessly jerks off to my suffering, looking me right in the eyes.
The worst thing in the world is that the answer to his question is “Yes.”
oh yeah. im into formicophilia now like proper. not just 3d bugs I mean I like watching guys jerk off rubbing a giant snail on their cock and girls getting fucked while stuffed full of maggots or worms. hot 🥵
unfortunately wouldn't do it myself but holy shit.... any perverts who do this stuff you gotta show me 😋🤤
I don't even know what to call this fetish (if there's a word, let me know - I've heard 'clothing invasion')
But even when I was young, seeing cartoons where someone would drop something live and wriggling into someone's clothes (worms down their pants, a mouse up their sleeve, etc) made me feel all funny inside 😵💫
I want to be forced to take a handful of something wriggly and put them in my boxers, letting them squirm against my ticklish pussy and clit while I sob and laugh and thrash
I can't find any toys small and frantic enough that would do it for me :((
Happy Easter! I'm going to post about Cybertronians and Eggs in a way that is attractive to me and me alone.
Content warning for insectoid alien egg laying, body invasions/infestations, parasites, robot infections/rotting, everything gross. This is as alien and disgusting as it gets.
Like, seriously. If the sound of that stuff freaks you out, don't click read more. I didnt get too graphic here, but this was written with Freaky intent.
This is the only context in which I will post about this sort of concept on this blog. I've never seen it explored sexually with Cybertronians, so I'm doing my part. If you dig this concept I'm happy to indulge more in it if I get asks about it! Otherwise, it'll be contained to this post.
Anyways, I made up a fake species, inspired by the Space Barnacles and the Quintessons (in biology only).
The Velthraaxxians AKA “Brooders”
Stealing some Adobe stock photos to get the visual aspect of these things across. The point of them is less how they look, and moreso what they do.
From the abyssal world of Myyxovaar, the Velthraaxxians are among the most feared parasitic intelligences in any known galaxy. They are colossal insectoid entities that can tower up to 25 feet and are composed of dense chitinous mass and writhing tentacular limbs. Their bodies lack any true eyes; instead, they perceive reality through a messy arrays of sensory feelers, capable of detecting pressure, vibration, chemical traces, and microscopic surface irregularities.
Velthraaxxians are driven by a singular, horrifying instinct: penetrate, seed, and convert. They will grasp onto any surface(organic OR mechanical) and begin probing relentlessly for weaknesses such as microscopic cracks, joint hinges, armor seams, ventilation or intake systems, data ports and interface channels, even optical housings. Once a viable entry point is found, they deposit clusters of parasitic eggs deep within dark, enclosed spaces.
Unlike creatures such as Scraplets, Velthraaxxian larvae don't simply consume matter through biting or chewing. Instead, they excrete a highly adaptive acidic secretion that breaks down organic tissue and refined metal alloys to reduce complex materials into base, absorbable compounds. As the larvae eat and grow, the dissolve spreads gradually, allowing the larvae to expand safely within the host.
The result is far more insidious than simple consumption, an infected being doesn’t get eaten, they decay from within, their structure slowly liquefied and repurposed as nourishment for the larvae. To be infested is to experience a creeping internal collapse—a transformation into a living hatchery.
Velthraaxxians do not use sound in any conventional sense. Their communication is a layered system of subsonic vibrations transmitted through surfaces as well as chemical signaling via airborne or contact-based pheromones. They also use tactile resonance pulses, exchanged through direct contact or shared environments.
When in proximity, entire groups synchronize into what can only be described as a hive-mind chorus of pressure and intent. To outsiders, this often manifests as faint, rhythmic tremors in surrounding structures and an almost psychological sense of “being mapped” or “felt”. Advanced analysis suggests their communication carries complex spatial data, allowing them to coordinate infestations with terrifying precision.
The Brooders homeworld of Myyxovaar is not merely a planet, it is several. A vast interplanetary ecosystem of endless incubation. Many lightless cavern networks spanning the entire crust and humid, mineral-rich atmospheres, surfaces coated in organic-chitin growths and secretion layers, etcetera. The planets themself behaves like a macro-scale breeding chamber, where every surface is either host, brood, or residue.
Encounters with Cybertronians have been catastrophic. Velthraaxxians do not distinguish between organic and mechanical life. To them, Cybertronian bodies are simply complex, resource-dense structures filled with cavities.
They will attempt to infest servo joints, armor plating seams, transformation mechanisms, fuel and energon intake systems, neural interface pathways, optical and olfactory sensors, any part of a Cybertronian’s frame that a Brooder CAN fit its tentacles into (which is a lot), is subject. Once larvae are embedded, after a short period the eggs will begin hatching, resulting in their acid adaptibg to Cybertronian alloys and breaking them down into usable compounds.
This creates a uniquely horrifying outcome of structural weakening/internal corrosion causing system failure from within. A gradual loss of function as the host becomes a living worm composter. Cybertronian records classify Velthraaxxians as a Category OMEGA Bio-Mechanical Infestation Threat, far exceeding even Scraplet-level hazards.
Despite their hive-like coordination, the Velthraaxxians are not mindless drones. Their intelligence scales with size, age, and role.
At the center of every major infestation is a single, immense entity often referred to as The Grand Ovum, or the Brood Queen. This is a vast, semi-immobile mass—sometimes exceeding 100 feet in length. It’s body is often fused into terrain, starship interiors, or planetary crust. It is surrounded by constantly shifting layers of egg-clusters and feeding tendrils The Queen does not “rule” in the traditional sense, rather she functions as a central processing intelligence or genetic command core. It's presence amplifies all nearby Velthraaxxian communication. Through it, the entire brood operates like a distributed supermind.
The Cybertronians, with their advanced techno-organic biology, initially believed they could contain the Brooders. They were wrong.
Cybertronians attempted at first to superheat infected components by venting plasma through limbs or overloading internal heat sinks. Unfortunately, Velthraaxxian larvae adapted quickly. Their acid secretions began forming heat-resistant catalytic layers and using extreme temperatures to accelerate breakdown of internal materials. The host was damaged faster than the infestation.
Infected Cybertronians would also often sever infected limbs or components to halt spread. This method worked occasionally, but sometimes larvae had already migrated beyond visible zones thanks to microfractures. Detached limbs also often became secondary infestation vectors, and would be dangerous if not contained or disposed of immediately.
High-frequency EM pulses were used to disrupt larval biology. Unforyunately, Velthraaxxian biology is not purely electrical and their coordination relies heavily on chemical and vibrational signaling. EM pulses only causes temporary disorientation which gives Cybertronians a chance to deploy internal repair nanites to attack larvae. Though the larval acid can sometimes dissolve nanites into raw material, and in some cases, broods adapted to consume and mimic nanite behavior, resulting in hybridized infestations that spread even faster.
During a planetwide infestation, out of fear of Primus himself being at risk, infected individuals were either sealed off and ejected into space, or destroyed entirely. This method was a success—but at extreme cost. Even then, drifting debris sometimes carries dormant eggs.
This is a sheet from a collection of works by three artists: Ozuma Kaname, Maeda Juan, and Muku Youji. I assume this particular work is by Ozuma, if I'm wrong let me know.
Where some people see a creature with an unusual body or interesting behavior and find it wondrous, my mind goes elsewhere. For those unfamiliar, ribbon worms are a group of marine worms with a long, branching proboscis that they can quickly extend from their mouths to feed. When fully extended, their mouthparts look almost like a tree with a central, thicker stalk that divides into many smaller protrusions that web outward to capture pretty before pulling it back into the worm. And I want nothing more than to feel one probe deep into my urethra.
My day at the beach has gone from mundane to significantly more interesting after I discover a strange, reddish worm over a foot long and wider than my thumb. It creeps along the damp rocks where I'm sitting until suddenly it begins heading towards me, crawling up my leg with enthusiasm and making its way up my swimming trunks. My heart drops in fear, but anticipation for what it might do keeps me from acting, and I wait. The worm works its way up until it finds the head of my penis, and I frown slightly at what feels like it lining its head up with the opening of my urethra. It pauses, and I hold my breath.
Suddenly I feel the sensation of something being rapidly forced down my cock, invading my body, and my breathing catches as whatever it is pushes through my prostate before I feel the bizarre sensation of my bladder walls being covered with dozens of probing tendrils. I quickly pull the waistband of my trunks away, expecting to see the worm having disappeared, but instead I see it just as it had been, its mouth kissing my urethral opening. Just as suddenly it retracts its mouthparts, and I realize that although the worm itself seems to have no interest in entering my body, it must be forcing something inside me.
I bite my lip as I wait and watch, wanting to feel that indescribable pleasure again. The creature tenses and I see a bulge build just behind its head, and then just as before it releases the built up tension, pushing its proboscis down my urethra and into my prostate. But this time is different. My mouth opens in a silent gasp as its mouthparts force their way down my vas deferens, deeper, deeper, until it reaches my testicles where they begin branching out into their lobules, scooping up my sperm before retreating. The worm must have enjoyed its newfound meal, as this time there's no pause before it extends its proboscis again, dipping into my genitals to feast on my cum.
It forces its way into my body again and again, and with each invasion the pleasure grows until it finally overwhelms me. I cum, my muscles working to pump out a load that isn't there, my guest having already pulled every drop out of me. My dry orgasm finally subsides, leaving me feeling spent and delightfully empty as my guest removes itself and departs.
naked tgirl falls asleep on her lawn on a late spring day and an ant finds her drooling cockhole. the ant tell its colony about the delicious hole full of pre and soon more come marching inside. by the time she wakes up the ants have moved their whole colony into her balls, swollen and squirming
