The end of the world as we knew it, started with a sank.
Hardly poetic, but there it is. I suppose one day, someone may care about how things changed, I guess that's what prompts me to put digital pen to paper. Right now the world seems a little distracted, but I am assured things will become more normal. Or at least a new normality will be established.
I still don't know if I am responsible for unleashing a great good, or a great evil upon the world. Time will tell.
So back to the beginning of this time I guess.
I'm Steve. An unremarkable guy, in an unremarkable job, living an remarkable life. At least I used to.
It started one typical weekend in August. My fiancé, Kylie was overseas visiting her family and after indulging in a brief binge of pizza and beer, I had done what every red blooded man deprived of his special someone's warm embrace does in such a circumstance. I masturbated like crazy.
Now, my chosen place of solitude for the dirty deed was typically in bed. Normally, when Kylie was around, the large window in the ceiling remained tightly closed, but in her absence, I found I enjoyed the gentle rhythm of the street outside and I had taken to lying on my back, feeling the wind waft against me as I drifted off to sleep, most often cock in hand.
One Sunday evening, I had retired for the evening and had dropped into that in-between state between deep sleep and light doze. I recall I was enjoying a feverish fantasy about my friend and colleague from work Nicole, when a deafening crack of thunder sounded from directly overhead. The walls shock and woke up violently in time to hear the thick smattering of rain against the window above me.
Now, the sound of rain on glass is something I have always found deeply relaxing. I recall sitting up briefly, and glancing at the window that remained ajar above me. Nothing. No sign of water leaking in. Go back to sleep.
I remember grabbing my semi-hard penis in one hand and rolling back into a half slumber.
I remember fantasising about Nicole's firm round ass and cumming into my balled up underwear, cock pulsing as I shot my load into my hand.
I vaguely remember collapsing back onto the bed in a stupefied slumber.
I certainly don't recall feeling anything as an 8 inch long segmented worm slithered through the cracked window to land soundlessly on my bed.
Now I'm told our Guests have incredibly subtle biochemical control and can rapidly alter normal human behaviour. I'm told they are more than capable even outside a host of rendering an adult unconscious. All that being true, as patient zero, I can say with some degree of certainty, that I wish our fist contact with an alien species had been a little less... Traumatic.
Here's what I've pieced together about those first few minutes. Our Guests feed off DNA. And the precise moment the envoy of our new extraterrestrial visitation had entered my room I had just whipped up some breakfast.
Now, let's assume you don't know what a Guest looks like. A deep blood red worm, 8 inches long but less than ¼ inch wide, segmented into three with an eyeless wedge at one end. the entire body covered in tiny hairs called cilia.
Imagine this creature sliding unannounced between your sheets, following the strong aroma of fresh semen. Let's assume our visitor investigates and feeds off the fresh deposit, but, unsated, follows the chemical trail back to the point of origin. My flaccid cock.
It's at about this point that my conscious recollections of the incident enter the narrative once more.
I awoke in darkness.
I was aware the sound of rain had stopped and the brief thunderstorm seemed to have passed. I was also aware my cock was rock hard, and yet felt strangely relaxed. I could swear I felt my penis twitch without my conscious control.
My hand lazily crept over the engorged length of my cock, which felt unfeasibly hard in my hand. I felt my cock twitch once again. Something was not right.
I flicked on bedside light and pulled back the covers with a speed driven by unreasoning terror.
My cock swelled huge and flushed, rigid against my stomach. Wiggling through the eye of my penis was a deep red worm. The worm had entered about half the length of my cock, leaving two thirds of its length twisting madly as it bunched and contracted its way inside me. As visually confronting as this was, there was no pain initially. The creature was covered in a thin skin of mucus acting as both lubricant and anaesthetic. Not to mention this film contained a potent cocktail of alien hormones designed to facilitate it's transition into the host.
I screamed in horror and desperately grabbed the length of worm, which still hung obscenely wigging from the end of my cock. I pulled. Not the smartest thing to do, in retrospect. Now there was pain. Pain like I could not imagine as the tiny cilia that covered the creature dug into my urethra, preventing its extraction.
The slimy body I had purchase of, separated at the segments and I flung them from the bed in disgust before watching in horror as the small wedge shaped bump of the remainder of the body and the worms head, moved obscenely up the shaft of my penis.
Now I could feel it.
A creeping pressure moving up the canal of my hugely swollen member, forcing its body with tiny contractions further inside me. With one final push I felt it swell inside my groin and I briefly passed out.
I woke. Seconds, maybe minutes? Impossible to say. but I immediately noticed I had no control of my body. I could feel. I could feel the sheets against my skin, the pillow against my head but I couldn't move a muscle.
"This may be a little unpleasant."
The voice echoed in my mind mutely.
What may be unpleasant, I soundlessly screamed, but I'm told all I managed to communicate was a feeling of confusion.
I'm not entirely sure I believe that.
I was aware of two tickling sensations, as if my skin was lightly being traced by a fingernail. These sensations moved gently up my legs, before separating, one sensation tracking towards my head, the other moving beneath my trousers and across my groin.
I tried with everything I had to scream. All I could manage was a slight sigh. The segment of worm poised above my mouth took this as all the invitation it required to slide into my parted mouth and force it's way down my throat. It's twin pushed against the tightly puckered sphincter of my ass before forcing its way inside me.
"Almost complete."
The disembodied voice echoed through my mind as I lost consciousness a second time.
I awoke feeling clear headed and energetic the next morning. After a frenzied inspection of my body and bed, the area yielded no evidence of the nights activities and I convinced myself the traumatic nocturnal activities had been the product of a sustained period of abstinence and one two many cheese slices before bedtime.
I'm almost 40 but had let myself go in recent years. The man who stared back at me in the mirror after my morning shower had not let himself go. My body was firm and tight, with well-defined muscles bulging. My face looked tighter, the lines sharper and my hair, always thick was a glossy, luxurious black. My cock throbbed and I felt and saw the head of my penis pulse.
"What the fuck is going on!" I said.
At first glance it was not my cock that drew attention. It was my balls. They seemed bigger, almost engorged and were extremely sensitive to touch. My cock felt... strange, more flexible somehow. And if I concentrated... no, it was gone. For an instant, I swear my dick curled in a way no dick should.
"I have made some slight improvements, you will prove much more capable now I think, my host, should you choose to accept me."
'"Holy fucking Christ!" I shouted, and bolted from the room.
