Jacob stared at the jar on his desk. He felt disorientated by what he had just done. Sneaking into that changing room had already been a stupid idea, but when he had seen the campus cheerleading squad stride away in lock-step, brimming with an unsettling energy, after what had sounded from the outside like an extended orgy, his curiosity had overwhelmed him. The room had been extremely messy, assorted pieces of clothing scattered everywhere, and splattered all over with some kind of green goo. Lying at his feet had been a sports bra, seemingly a small size. Just as he had reached towards it, he had heard a 'Thump!' coming from one of the lockers. Finding that it was not locked, he had opened it, and found the thing on floor. It was green, slimy, and very much alive. Jacob had seen something like it twice in the preceding days, and by now he had a solid idea of what it was. He had stuffed it in his bag. The thing had squirmed a little, but had been otherwise docile. He didn't quite know why he had done it. The first rationalization he had come up with was that it would be proof he could show to the police, or the feds, or whomever, to subtantiate his otherwise obviously unbelievable story about alien parasites turning coeds into sluts. But instead, he had taken it to his dorm room and stuck it inside a glass jar with a couple holes in the top for air.
And now, he was staring at the alien worm on his desk, trying to think of what he should do with it. Calling the authorities was the obvious course of action. He had seen what this creature could do. By accident, he had stumbled across one of the infected stuff a worm just like this one inside a girl from one of his classes, a tiny brunette, as if it had been some grotesque dildo. He had turned around and run away, trying to convince himself that a dildo it had been. When he had seen the victim the next day, the change had been so great he almost hadn't recognized her. A mousy little thing had turned into a pint-sized seductress, the curves pressing against her clothes drawing eyes wherever she went. He had scarcely been able to resist staring, himself, and when he had seen her the day after that, he had followed her. It hadn't taken long until she had led him to one of the other dormitories. She had knocked on one of the doors, and pushed her way inside. Jacob had slowly approached the half-open door, listening closely. There had been sounds of a struggle, someone had evidently been shoved onto a bed, and then...the moaning had started. Despite every remaining shred of common sense screaming for him to leave, Jacob had peeked into the dorm room, and what he had seen had been even more disturbing than the previous incident. The transformed girl had been straddling the occupant of the room, another girl, both naked. The girl on top had positioned herself in such a way that one of her legs had been above that of her partner, and the other below, so that their crotches had been pressed directly against each other. She had been rubbing herself vigorously against the girl below her, her moans reaching a crescendo. A jerking motion had forced her back, and with a squelching sound a worm had emerged from her vagina, writhing in the air before she pressed herself against her partner, embracing her tightly as the worm inched forward, into the other girl, bringing her to her own climax just as the last bit of the creature vanished into her depths.
That had been the point at which Jacob had turned and run away again.
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A few days passed with the worm still in his room, most of the time hidden in a closet. He put off coming to a decision many times. There was always something else to do, but the creature was at the back of his mind the whole time. Buying a can of fish flakes to feed it periodically was the only decision he managed to make. The worm gobbled them up eagerly, through a small mouth at one end. On the third day, things were a little different. As Jacob placed the jar on his desk, the worm was squirming about, when previously it had been lying still without any food present. The squirming stopped as soon as the can came into view. Jacob hesitated, before placing it next to the jar and unscrewing the lid on the make-shift terrarium. That done, he reached for the flakes again, when suddenly-
BAM!
-the worm threw its weight against the glass, knocking the jar over. The bulging head stuck out and pointed itself at Jacob, who had reflexively leapt backwards. Before he could react further, the creature sprayed a sweet-smelling green fluid in his direction, hitting him square in the face. He collapsed against the wall in shock. Blinded, he could only hear a wet slapping noise as the worm dropped to the floor. He began wiping the slime off his face as fast as he could, but his movements became sluggish within seconds. At the same time, his skin grew warm everywhere that was covered. A few drops had gotten into his mouth, as well, and he reflexively swallowed it, spreading the heat down his his throat. He finally managed to clear his eyes enough to see. The worm was crawling towards him with rapid expansions and contractions, and had already reached his feet. It reared up, and shot another jet of slime at his face. He was blinded again, and this time, even more of it landed in his mouth. Against his will, he swallowed all of it. He didn't know why; it was like a reflex he couldn't suppress. By this time, he could barely move. He felt the worm crawling up his leg, and was completely helpless to stop it. When it brushed past his crotch, he groaned, and it was only at this point that he noticed how hard he was. The worm crawled up his body onto his shoulders, and from there forced its way into his mouth. Inch by inch, it squeezed past his tongue and down his throat. He should have been gagging, but he didn't. Instead, he started to swallow. Each gulp was painful, as the muscles of his throat tried to pull the alien creature further down. Most of the time it barely moved, but every once in a while it expanded at the same time as he strained at it, and it glid downwards by a noticeable length. Finally, the last bit of it had disappeared down his throat, and it slid down into his stomach in one smooth movement, just as he passed out.
* * * * *
A knock at the door. Jacob stirs, groggily. The knock is repeated. A voice.
"Jacob, are you there? Come on, man, I just need to copy some of your notes, then I'll be out of your hair!"
Jacob rises with some effort. He cries out, hoarsely: "A minute!" He makes his way towards the door. He feels hungry, incredibly hungry. The door unlocks.
"Thanks man, you're a lifesaver. I just nee-"
Marcus, a burly guy who's only at this college for football and women, has stormed into the room. He always needs Jacob to help him out. In turn, he has tried to set Jacob up with girls he knows, but nothing's ever come of it. He stops in his tracks when he sees a green smear on the floor.
"Jesus, what happened here? Are you sick?", he asks, turning towards Jacob. Jacob has closed the door behind him. He doesn't know why. Now he approaches the jock. He feels that hunger again, stronger, stronger when he looks at Marcus.
"I'm fine. It's- it's nothing." His voice comes out higher-pitched than he expects.
Marcus goes white.
"Oh- oh, I'm sorry, I've got the wrong room. I was looking for-"
"No, this is the right room." Jacob moves some hair out of his face. It's not usually this long.
