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Too Sticky: Hi there, my name is Monica. I'm 23 years old and in the process of becoming a neurosurgeon. My father always had horrible migraine problems, so around the age of 17, I decided to dedicate myself to eliminating that problem.

My father died of a stroke when I was 21, renewing my dedication to my studies. Unfortunately for me, that left very little time for men. With large C cup breasts, an ass that was plump and bouncy, and curly, shoulder length black hair that framed my face perfectly, I attracted a lot of attention, and I certainly have a healthy sexual appetite.

I try to masturbate as often as possible to alleviate my unsatisfied hunger, but between study time and classes themselves, I barely have time to keep up with my hygiene, let alone a man. I was walking home from classes one night when I felt something plop onto the back of my neck.

I reached around and grimaced in disgust as I peeled something off of my neck. I had held it up in the light of a streetlamp.

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It looked like a slug, a little bigger than any I'd seen before. It was squishy and slimy, and when I tried to hold it still, some kind of excretion leaked onto my hand.

I opened my hand, letting out a "Yuck!" as the slug fell. It had been still for a moment, but then it started squiggling towards my legs, and I found myself hurrying home. The slime from the slug had taken ten minutes of soap and hot water to get rid of, and it left an odd smell clinging to my hand. I just hoped nobody else would notice it. I wake up the next morning feeling strange. It takes me a moment to notice that my hand- the one I held the slug with- is slightly numb.

As well as that, my head feels foggy. But something else scares me more. I catch a whiff of the slug smell on my hand and feel an unmistakable jolt of arousal shoot down to my pussy. I'm so terrified that for a moment, I can't move. I can't help it though. My hand starts moving down. It slips under my panties with a mind of its own.

The feeling I get when my dirtied hand touches my pussy is indescribable. I hope it isn't the slime, but a voice in the back of my head tells me that it is.


I desperately ram three fingers up into my pussy, arching my back as I climax immediately and spray my juices all over my hand. But I don't stop- I can't stop. Three fingers turn into four and my hand is a blur. I climax over and over, spraying cum everywhere until I pass out after a full hour of endless masturbation.

I wake up several hours later. My entire bed and lower body are covered with my dried juices. I look a the clock and realize that I've already missed half of my classes today.

Shit. Then I see something behind the clock. A slug. I can tell it isn't the same one as before, but it's definitely the same species. It pauses on the wall by the clock and squiggles as if in pleasure or delight.

It slowly crawls onto the floor and over towards my bed. The thought enters my head from nowhere, but I remember and can still smell the slimy odor that inspired an hour of masturbation all by itself. What would it feel like to have that slime pumped directly into me.?

Losing control quickly, I reach down towards it, but it apparently already knows what I'm thinking. It slips up onto my hand and I move it over towards my exposed pussy. It moves slowly, off of my hand and onto my inner thigh. As it creeps up and inwards, it leaves slime all over my leg, and I can feel it driving me nearly insane with lust. I grab at the slug to try to move it to my pussy faster and realize something. I can't get it off.

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It's too sticky. I panic as I realize that I couldn't stop this now if I wanted to. And suddenly I do. My panic shatter the lustful grip of the sticky slime. I frantically tug at the slug, but it continues undeterred towards my pussy. One of my hands shoots up by itself and jams four fingers into my mouth and against my tongue, coating it in slime. I nearly pass out from the arousing shock that rocks my body, but I fight it and stay conscious.

Even through the sex-hungry haze, I still know that I don't want that slug in me. Giving up on tearing it off, I use my non-possessed hand to cover my pussy. My possessed one, my left and non-dominant hand, is doing its best to coat my tongue with the slug's slime. I focus all of my willpower on breaking that hand's possession, and it works a lot easier than I expected it to.

With both hands now free, I place my second hand between the worm and my covered pussy, trying to block it. When it gets to my hand, the worm crawls up onto it. I quickly move my hand out and away from myself. The slug pauses in confusion, then starts crawling up my arm like nothing happened. I quickly grab it and tear at it. It comes off easily- it wasn't expecting such a savage assault. I run ti the bathroom and throw it in the toilet before it has a chance to stick itself to my hand.

I flush with no hesitation. As it swirls down, I notice that the water dilutes the slime and keeps the thing from sticking to the toilet bowl. I quickly run a bath after it disappears and soak in it for ten minutes. The slime is gone afterwards, and the smell is almost entirely gone. After I dry off and get my shit together, I leave to attend my afternoon class on anatomy. May as well try to cut down on the amount of work I'll need to catch up on.

Two agonizing hours of notes later, I leave to go home. I wonder momentarily if I should try to shack up with a friend for the night. That slug from the morning had gotten in somehow. What if more follow? But I'm being silly, right?

It was a fluke. As least that's what I tell myself. I arrive at my apartment a few minutes later, a strange dreadful apprehension filling me. I feel like something horrible's about to happen. I unlock my front door slowly and immediately flick on a light.

I sigh in relief. No sign of any slugs in my living room. I quickly search the rest of the house. Empty. I relax and eat some leftover Mexican from a couple of nights ago. I love steak fajitas! About ninety minutes later, I get tired and start getting ready for bedtime.

I slip into bed in just a pair of skimpy panties, enjoying the feel of my soft comforter on my naked skin. I fall asleep quickly.

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I wake up in the middle of the night and look at my clock. It informs me that it's three in the morning. What woke me up? The answer comes from a wet, squishy noise on the wall of the bedroom that's behind my bed's headboard. I shoot up into a sitting position as I turn on my bedside lamp. Five of them. On my wall. They were less than two feet from my head.

I quickly scramble towards the door. And find another slug on the knob. I can't open the door without the fucker sticking to my hand.

I spin around. The five from the wall are on the ceiling now and there are eight more slithering across the floor towards me from under my bed. That makes a total of fourteen now. I don't have a choice, I have to get that door open and get out. I grab the knob around the slug and feel him clamp onto my hand immediately. I turn the knob as it slithers up past my wrist. The door sticks. The sticky slime has the door effectively locked. Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit! I spin around and dance to my left as the eight on the floor reach the spots my feet had been resting a moment before- And distinctly feel two slugs land on the crown of my head and my shoulder.

I scream and run to the corner of the room furthest from the remaining slugs and try to pry the three on my body off. I get the ones on my arm and shoulder off, but it takes a hand to hold each one. The slug left on my head is crawling down, around the back of my ear. The sensation of its cold body just behind my ear sends shivers down my spine. With my hands incapacitated, the slug is totally free to crawl ever closer to my mouth.

As it reaches my left cheek, I realize that it intends to. To go into my mouth. I feel bile rise in my throat at the thought. I don't know what to do, I can't use my hands without the slugs moving off of them and onto my body. I press my lips together as tightly as I can as the slug reaches my mouth and make a beeline for the bathroom to drown these little bastards.

It starts trying to press in between my lips, so I also clench my teeth together. I get to the bathtub and turn on the faucet around the slug on my hands. I shove my hands under the torrent of hot water frantically as the slug on my face starts to get past my lips. They resist for a good ten seconds before they wash off and swirl down the drain. I quickly reach up and grab at the slug as it starts to slip past my teeth. I can't get a grip on the thing, so I decide to try to scare it out.

I start grinding my teeth back and forth across it. It works! The little slug squiggles and flinches backwards into my waiting hand, and I quickly spike it into the tub. It squirms in pain as it drains away. With my body finally worm free, I realize my dire situation. There's no phone in here and there are still eleven slugs out there, maybe more now. And the bathroom door won't be enough to hold them back if my clenched teeth couldn't. Even as I think that thought, I see something start squeezing under the door.

Then it hits me. I quickly rifle through the cabinet under the sink and find my hair dryer. I plug it in as three slugs get into the bathroom and start towards me and crank it to its highest setting. I watch as the slugs burn and crisp like worms on a sunny day. They become so dehydrated and dry that they're little black husks by the time I finally pull away the dryer.

I hold the hair dryer out in front of me like a gun as I move for the bathroom door. I still have to get out of here. But how many are there now? Will the dryer be enough? And is it smart to give up my spot? Strategically speaking, it'd be a lot smarter to stay in here. As far as I can tell they're only going to come in through (technically around) the door. But I don't think they're leaving anytime soon and I can't live on soap.

So I creep forwards and open the door slowly. And immediately wish I had stayed inside and become a soap eating kind of girl. There have to be at least sixty of them all over my room, and I vaguely notice a couple go under the door and into the rest of the apartment. I am so screwed. But I have to try. Thank goodness I got the dryer with the ridiculously long cord.

I step carefully and make sure I check the ceiling above where I step. Of course, they're up there too. So I aim and blast. They crisp up and fall, but the others on the ceiling around the room sense it and start to congregate.

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I look down as the floor and wall ones start to do the same. Shit. I can't hit all of them. I decide to focus on the ceiling ones. The ones on the floor will have to go all the way up my legs and if I run I might be able to avoid a few. I start hop-skipping to my bed to get my phone and a robe, both of which are untouched. I keep the dryer aimed at the roof and hear the slugs burn as I simultaneously feel some on the floor start to stick to my feet as I step on them.

I snatch my phone and robe but don't put it on yet. It'll drag on the floor and catch more slugs. I turn towards the door. I am not getting stuck again. I run full pelt at the door, and lead with my shoulder. It's a flimsy door, and it gives as easily as I thought it would. Unfortunately, there are also more slugs out in my living room like I thought. Almost as many as in my room. I can see the front door, uncovered by slugs or their slime.

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I also feel the slugs on my legs creep past my knees. I take the opportunity to catch my breath and fry a few off of my legs. That's when my escape got screwed. As I fried them off, I got ready to make a beeline for the front door and freedom.

But I had been standing still for a while, and a couple more slugs had crawled onto my feet in that time. As I take my first lunging step, the slime on my foot makes me slip.

I barely feel the fall because of the slugs I land in. I scream in frustration and fear as I feel them all start to latch onto me. I desperately try to fry them, but there are too many, and my hand is so thickly covered with slugs so quickly that soon I can't press the button on the dryer anymore.

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I throw it at some of them in vain. This is it. I cry as I try to drag myself to the door. If I can just get it open, maybe someone will find me and help. But I don't make it halfway there before the slime has my body stuck fast to the floor. I scream again as I simultaneously feel one slug reach each of my orifices.

I don't know if they all think alike or if it was coincidence, but they all decide to take turns violating me. The one at my mouth decides to deflower that first, probably to shut me up. It enters my mouth, basically ignoring my clenched lips and teeth. As it hits my tongue, that damn slime hits it and my body rebels against my mind, quivering in arousal as my pussy nearly explodes.

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I try futilely to push it away with my tongue, but it just shoves past it and into my throat. I deepthroated a man once. The feeling of the slug in my throat is similar, but only until the point when I feel it disappear deeper. It slithers down my entire esophagus. I lose feeling of it somewhere down there. The one at my pussy goes next. I claw frantically at it, but as it makes contact with my clit, I explode in orgasm. Between that and the slime filling my mouth, I feel a familiar foggy feeling in my head as I lose control of my body.

My hands instead start helping the worms against my will. I'm trapped in a body I can't control but can still feel. My left hand starts grabbing worms and pulling them up to my lips. My lips suck them into my mouth greedily and my tongue dances and bathes in their slime.

My right hand's fingers spread open my labia and expose my pussy completely as the aphrodisiac slime makes me cum and squirt. I feel the slugs all over me squirm in delight, and I guess their glee destroys their order because suddenly there are three worms cramming into my vagina. I can't stop cumming as my pussy stretches to accommodate all of the slimy little slugs that squirm so eagerly up into my body.

They go so deeply into me, and soon I feel them knocking at my cervix. They slip past that too, as an indescribably good feeling of ultimate penetration rocks my body and makes me spray my girl-cum everywhere. There are two big slugs pushing into my asshole too. My buttcheeks quiver in pleasure that my mind doesn't share as they penetrate my sphincter and start crawling up into my bowels.

They stretch my asshole until it's left gaping, leaving it wide open to more slugs. With all of my holes open for business, and only seven of the hundred plus slugs in the house having entered me, I silently scream at the hell that awaits me while my mouth moans around a fat slug.

I feel more slugs stream into my pussy, going in twos and threes, sometimes in groups of four. Every little touch is a firework set off in my pussy that sets my body on fire.

And every little explosion is multiplied exponentially by the feelings coming from my asshole as the worms cram in there in fours and fives, filling me up and stretching my asshole more and more.

The feelings are then again multiplied by the taste of the slime drowning my tongue as more slugs violate my mouth and throat. At one point, I believe to taunt me, they all group up in my mouth, until it's full of squirming slugs that are only out-squirmed by my tongue writhing and licking as many of them as it can. I literally cum non-stop as my greedy hands continue to stuff my face with more slugs and occasionally rub slime all over my tits and my abdomen, which is starting to swell with wriggling masses.

I lose track of the number of worms in me after fifty three and still they flood into my body. My body is cumming so much it hurts, and all of my holes are taking in more and more worms. My pussy is always full, every inch of my vaginal cavity filled with worms even as they disappear past my cervix and more enter my pussy.

My bowels feel cramped from the multitude of worms in there, and my belly swells as the ones entering my ass and my mouth meet in my stomach and throw a fucking field day. My womb is also starting to feel full, and I can feel the mass of worms in there making more and more slime that's quickly overflowing and leaking out of my vagina, past the slugs that are still pushing in.

The whole time, my mind nearly shatters at the horror while my body writhes in pleasure and my traitorous mouth moans and sucks down slugs. I feel when there are enough. There are enough slugs in me to control my body. Even as it quakes with endless orgasms, my body stands and walks towards the bedroom. Any worms on my body already keep right on fucking themselves into my various holes, and the ones on the floor follow me. I really wish my eyes didn't work as I see my bedroom.

They're everywhere. Hundreds. Maybe even a thousand.

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They cover everything. And I see more of them. Only one area is free, and I know my body's being piloted to it. My bed. The most familiar, comfy place in the room. I almost laugh as the slugs move my body over and it sits on the bed. I lie down on my back, and with my eyes up, I can see the slugs clinging the ceiling above me.

All of the slugs, even those inside me, pause for one second.


. Then they fall onto me. My entire body is covered in seconds and if before was bad, this is the worst. My hands can't even rub my body as worms cover me entirely, so they just grab handfuls and drop them onto my body. A body that is having what feels like a seizure from the overload of pleasure that comes from the slimy aphrodisiac spread all over it.

I moan like a wanton whore before three slugs brutally cram into my mouth and down my throat, immediately followed by four more. Five worms converge on my asshole and shove in at the same time, stretching it wider than ever before. They disappear into me too, followed my more. My poor pussy takes the worst of it though. With all of the cum as lubrication, they stream in continuously in group of sixes and sevens, cramming in and stretching me like the world's thickest cock.

As more slugs fuck their way into my body, I feel myself start to lose consciousness. My last memory before blacking out is of all of my holes filled completely with worms and of my stomach swelling to pregnant proportions.