The waiting room of the worm humiliation clinic was a sensory overload. A promotional porn video compilation played on a loop in the corner, showcasing women of all shapes and sizes indulging in the erotic ingestion and rejection of eating worms. The women in the video were enjoying each other's maximum discomfort, their moans and groans filling the room.
I couldn't help but feel a sense of arousal as I took in the sight of the other women in the waiting room. They were all fat and old, their bodies on full display as they touched themselves while watching the video or flipping through the promotional materials on the table. The brochures and posters detailed the different tasks of worm eating humiliation that the women would be required to perform. I felt a mix of excitement and disgust as I read through the list.
As my name was called, I was instructed to undress in front of the doctor. With each piece of clothing removed, I felt a sense of vulnerability as the doctor took in my body. She instructed me to remove my bra, revealing my long and saggy macromastia boobs. I felt a mix of arousal and disgust as she examined me.
Next, she instructed me to pull down my underwear, showing my pubic hair. I couldn't help but feel a sense of humiliation and degradation as she examined my private parts. The doctor detailed each of the tasks in a humiliation-loaded dialogue. I would be required to eat different types of parasitic worms, swallow and gag on many mouthfuls of worms, gargle a throat full of pinworm cubensis, vomit into the mouths of other old fat women, and even eat each other's shit.
The doctor took time to detail the rubbing of worms and vomit hard and abusively into my face. I would be forced to push worms under each other's eyelids, hold open eyelids, and force fingers under each other's eyelids. The doctor slapped, face rubbed, punched, and encouraged me to do the same.
As the appointment went on, I felt a sense of pleasure on my penis as I had sex with each old woman that had her vagina packed with parasitic worms. I described in long detail the feeling on my penis and my arousal as I raped each old woman's throat that had been packed with worms and was trying to vomit as I pumped the worms in her throat back and forth.
The doctors masturbated and encouraged me to pump each woman's throat as they watched the rape and humiliation of each woman. They abused the women in a shallow swimming pool filled with parasitic worms, sewerage, and shit.
As the appointment came to a close, I felt a sense of satisfaction and excitement as I left the clinic. I knew that I would be back for more. The doctors and I engaged in a dialogue filled with playful insults and humiliation. The women were forced to participate in the most disgusting and degrading acts, and the doctors and I took pleasure in their suffering.
As I stepped out onto the street, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction and excitement. I knew that I would be back for more. The worm humiliation clinic had awakened something in me, and I was eager to explore it further.
Want to know how it ends?
This is just the opening chapter. Continue the saga — or write a steamy tale starring you.