Ending: Incubator
Penn choked and hacked her way into consciousness. She felt the long, pulsing shaft of a worm pull out of her throat, then watched the beast slither away from her. The thief swallowed and coughed, wondering just how much worm spunk she’d drunk at that point. Did it have nutritional value?
Pulling further out of her fog, Penn took stock of her situation. The glowing gem was lying on a pile of loose dirt several feet away. Penn noted that while no worms were currently molesting her, there were still a bunch nearby. Next she noted that her arms and legs had been fully buried in the earth, which the worms had figured out how to compact hard around her. Troubling, but then Penn looked down at herself.
The blood drained from her face at the sign of her swollen belly. She felt things shift when she tightened and squirmed, which gave the distinct impression of many small, soft orbs inside her.
“Oh gods. Oh gods, no. No no no… I’m a fucking egg sack! Come ON!”
Try all she might, the halfling couldn’t manage to free her arms or legs from the hardened ground. She cycled through scheming, despairing, and worrying as time kept passing by. Worms would come by to feed her more loads of their cum. She guessed to keep her hydrated while the hundreds of larva grew inside her. They were also stupid animals, which meant that a few would periodically fuck her all over again, not realizing their work had been done. Or maybe just to make sure, Penn thought.
The time finally came. The ragged halfling wailed while the immense, squirming throng pushed itself out of her womb at a cruel trickle. It kept the discomfort to a minimum, but the body horror was doing a number on her psyche. The young, each about a foot long and thicker than her thumb, wriggled all over Penn’s body as they spread out from her. Most of them nibbling and suckling at her in their explorations.
Penn panted and shook when it was mostly over, just stragglers worming their way out of her and into the world. She closed her eyes tight when she noticed the stirring of the nearby worms. The birth had gotten their attention, and they worked their way over to her with purpose.
The worms took their precious incubator from her place and brought her into the midst of the swarm again. She was ready to be used again, so they did. Every supple hole was once more packed with their fertile eggs and virile sperm, to be nurtured into another generation over the next few weeks. The shuddering, arching, and screaming of their living nest was utterly lost on the worms. This catch was for breeding, over and over for as long as it would last.