Chapter 3 - Sup of Worms

“What did I tell ya?” Vali quipped as Meili just stared in annoyance at the scene she and the French girl entered. Bonnie on all fours, her beautiful face and gigantic wobbling breasts pressed in mud as Marcus pounded his massive cock in and out of her cunt.

“We're here for a dragon, not to fuck.” Meili shouted with crossed arms as Marcus ignored her, crying out as he fired a stream of hot cum into Bonnie's unprotected and receptive womb. 

“Don't see why we can't do both.” Marcus countered, pulling out of Bonnie and allowing a small pool of semen to join the white thick puddle already formed under her snatch. Vali licked her lips, wishing that she were the one getting stuffed with the Adonis' seed while Meili fumed. “Besides, Liza said that she'd found something and went to look at it. We've been waiting for her ever since and...got bored.”

“I can think of worst ways to pass the time.” Vali stated as Meili turned to her condemnation and then all four realized that something was wrong. “Where is Liza?”

“You know...where is she? I thought she'd be back by now.” Bonnie asked as she struggled to pull her soaking wet shirt over her breasts. “Guess she wondered off.”

“Liza!” Marcus shouted. “Stop chasing birds and get back here!”

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Liza was in no position to comply.

The British woman found herself sealed within a tight pink mold. Her body pressed upon by the fleshy walls from all sides as a potent thick and white liquid flowed over her. The liquid left Liza hot, aroused and afraid. She at first thought that the liquid was a digestive concoction.

But she felt no pain.

Orifices opened in the wall from where the liquid oozed into her mold. A geyser shot onto the top of her breasts and flowed down in between them, making her already hardened nipples more stimulated. The vivication upon her pussy from submersion left Liza wimpering almost constantly. She tightened her legs to keep the fluid from entering her vagina, uncertain of what would happen if it got inside of her.

She then felt something soft and supple brush against her lips. In the dark of the mold, she could not see what it was or was unable to realize how phallic it was shaped. But all it took was one gasp for the object to enter her mouth. Immediately, Liza was forced to gulp fist-sized swallows of the white ooze down her throat.

Completely held in place, her arms stuck over her head and her ability to breath oddly unobstructed despite the potent cream, Liza could only moan and heave each time the flesh tube throttled further into her throat and back out into her mouth before going back in. 

As Liza began to lose her grip on her own sanity, she felt her breasts seem to get more and more pressed against the flesh mold imprisoning her...

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Trapped in their own gut-sacks, three beautiful Amazon maids were already submerged in the white ooze secreted by their jailor.  

The latest to be consumed was holding her head out of the thick juices. The fleshy probe continued to force fistfuls of liquid down her throat and all she could do was moan. Her arms were trapped by the flesh around her, breasts growing larger and larger with each passing hour. Her legs were held wide, allowing more of the substance to flow freely into her pussy and drive the long-haired maid mad.

Her hair as light as snow, the second maid was trapped under the liquid. She slept within the oxygenated goo, nipples hard with pleasure as a phallic tub continued to fuck and ejaculate into her throat.

The last was holding the phallus over her, using her weakening strength to keep it from entering her mouth. She was up to her neck in white sludge, but still fought as much as she could. The white goo poured over the native's face like a geyser, the girl unwittingly swallowing some of its contents due to its overwhelming volume. After days within the creature's gut, her already huge breasts had grown even greater from the effects of this foul juice.

Was the Wyrm fattening its prey before digesting it?

Or was some darker fate in store for the maid?

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The Great Wyrm was lumbering it's great girth across the Amazon mud, leaving a sleek trail as it moved towards the river. Even with the meals in its multi-stacked stomach, the Wyrm was not impeded in its movement. It had learned long ago how to retain its agility regardless of the load in its bowels. The pores within its skin sucked in air so that the prey would not suffocate within its gut. This allowed the leech to feed off of them for as long as possible and suck every form of nourishment that it could from the hairless quarry.

After all, humans were not the only prey that the Wyrm consumed. 

When it was young, it would consume the cubs of the jungles panthers and bears. As it grew, it became strong enough to strangle and swallow juvenile forms of its main competition. 

When it grew great enough to swallow a fully sized cat and bear, they and other predators began to avoid the Wyrm. Even going as far as to abandon their slain prey when they sensed the Wyrm nearby.

Not that the Wyrm cared to take it.

The Wyrm preferred live prey to carrion.

Moans and wimpers echoed out of the wyrm's body as it pressed into wet mud near the river bank. It swam into the deep mud, looking for a way towards the water itself. As it slithered in the damp earth, it felt the vibrations within, feeling for where the water was strongest over the earth. It felt another distant cousin in the midst of its own meal.

Humans would refer to the slug-like worm as a Carnictis.

Fifteen feet long with its teeth crowned fleshy pink mouth sticking out of a thick molted grey, the Carnictis was alike to the Red Leech Wyrm in that they were both worm-like carnivores. However, the Carnictis had to stay close to warm and deep mud pits like the one that the Wyrm slithered through or cooler water would kill it.

The Carnictis was also a scavenger in nature, willing to devour the living and the dead for survival. Even now, the great worm was gorging itself on an oversized hornet that had got caught in the mud after falling. It suffocated and drowned by the time the great slug-worm found it and began to eat it. 

While the Carnictis doubtless sensed the living humans within the Wyrm's stomach, it made no movement to acknowledge the wyrm's presence. The Carnictis would utterly fail to eat either the wyrm or its prey by force and the Wyrm had nothing to gain by eating the bottom feeder. So it continued past the Carnictis, feeling the mud shift as the worm pulled itself and the now fully engulfed hornet deeper into the mud. 

Suddenly, the Wyrm felt pain.

The wyrm lifted up its head, feeling the source of the pain leave its hide as soon as it appeared. But then it struck again at the back of the wyrm's tail and again upon another ribbed section. Realizing that it was being attacked, the Wyrm coiled upon itself in preparation to confront one of two of the only creatures that would dare challenge its dominance.

Upon a fallen log crouched a screeching Amazon Mongoose set upon attacking the Great Red Wyrm.