The waiting room of the Public Parasitic Worm and Sewerage Pools was a sight to behold. A motley crew of women, young and old, sat in uncomfortable plastic chairs, their eyes glued to a promotional video compilation playing on a loop on a small TV in the corner. The video featured various scenes of women indulging in worm eating and vomit play, and the women in the waiting room watched with rapt attention, some visibly aroused by the scenes.
I couldn't help but feel a mix of intrigue and disgust as I took in the scene before me. A toddler girl, playing with worms on the floor, caught my eye. She was oblivious to the depravity around her, giggling and squirming as she rolled around in the writhing mass of parasites.
One of the older women, dressed in a stained housewife's dress, approached the toddler and vomited a stream of worms onto her tiny body. The toddler giggled and joined in the vomit play, much to the delight of the other women in the waiting room.
I picked up a pamphlet from the table in front of me, my eyes scanning the detailed descriptions of the different types of parasitic worms and the "services" offered by the clinic. I shuddered as I read about the humiliation and degradation that came with each type of worm, but I couldn't deny the twisted curiosity that was building inside of me.
A nurse called my name, and I followed her down a sterile hallway, my heart pounding in my chest. The first of the three older women was called in, and I was asked to watch as she undressed. She removed her clothes piece by piece, revealing her massive, sagging breasts and pubic hair. The doctor instructed her to eat a specific type of parasitic worm, describing the humiliation and degradation she would experience in detail. The woman obeyed, gagging and vomiting worms onto the floor.
The second older woman was called in, and I watched as she undressed, revealing her even larger breasts and pubic hair. The doctor instructed her to swallow and gargle a throat full of pinworm cubensis. She obeyed, her face turning red as she choked down the writhing mass of worms.
The third older woman was called in, and I watched as she undressed, revealing her giant breasts and pubic hair. The doctor instructed her to vomit into the mouths of the other women, including mine. I hesitated for a moment, but the other women eagerly opened their mouths, their eyes glazed over with pleasure. I closed my eyes and felt the slimy mass of worms hit my tongue.
The nurse then instructed me to undress, and the women watched and commented on my body. I felt self-conscious under their gaze, but I quickly pushed those feelings aside as the doctor instructed me to eat the worms and vomit into the mouths of the other women.
The women began to rub worms and vomit hard and abusively into each other's faces, including mine. They pushed worms under each other's eyelids, held open eyelids, and forced fingers under each other's eyelids. I couldn't help but feel a mix of pleasure and disgust as the worms wriggled under my skin.
The nurses then instructed me to have sex with each of the older women, whose vaginas were packed with parasitic worms. I felt a mix of pleasure and disgust as I pumped my penis in and out of the worm-filled vaginas.
The doctors then instructed me to rape each of the older women's throats, which were also packed with worms and trying to vomit. The doctors masturbated and encouraged me to pump each woman's throat as they watched the rape and humiliation.
The women were then forced to eat each other's shit and drink each other's piss and enema loads of worms. I watched as they eagerly devoured each other's waste, their faces twisted in pleasure.
The chapter ended with me leaving the clinic, feeling both violated and aroused, and looking forward to my next appointment. I couldn't believe what I had just experienced, but I knew I was hooked. The humiliation and degradation was like a drug, and I was quickly becoming addicted.
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