In the name of science

In the name of science

I have decided to write this journal for those that truly believe in my research. I’ll keep a detailed record of the progress of my latest test, in case something unexpected happens. If I am not able to write anymore, please do not discard my work. The possibilities of this research are endless.

Last Monday, the Board decided to give me only three more months to produce positive results, otherwise they will cancel my funding. It is extremely frustrating. I am certain that this worm is the key to slow down, or maybe even stop, cellular aging. But I have tried many compounds combinations without much success. My major achievement so far, has been to double the life cycle of small rodents by transferring this organism’s properties into their blood stream. But I am still very far away from reaching my goal.

The worm, my test subject, has been in our laboratory for decades, since my father found it in Antarctica, and today it looks exactly the same. It hasn’t change at all since I was a kid.

According to my research, human blood should be a lot more receptive to the new compound than any rodent’s. However, there is no chance in hell that the Board will let me test it in a human being. There is only one choice left. I know it is reckless, but I am not wasting ten years of my life because those bastards don’t understand the importance of what I am doing.

Don’t be such a coward, Laura. Just take the syringe and do it. Laura thought, looking down at the syringe sitting on top of the lab table. The large worm writhed beside it without a care in the world.

***

I am home now. It has been four hours since I injected myself. There are no negative side effects so far, although, there is a tickling all over my body, particularly between my legs. I am not sure if this is caused by the compound, or it is just me. Maybe it is my body expressing the excitement of such an important step in my career. Or maybe it is because it has been a while since I shared my bed with anybody.

Should I include this unexpected arousal in my report?

I have to figure out if this weird excitation is related to the experiment. The only way to know this, is to masturbate until reaching complete satisfaction. When that is done, I will see if the tickling is gone.

***

It normally takes me a while to reach an orgasm. Not this time. My body is more sensitive, more alive. My first climax arrived merely five minutes after I began caressing my clitoris. It may seem strange that I am describing this to you, but it could be relevant. We’ll see.

One orgasm turned out to be not nearly enough. I immediately started rubbing myself until I climaxed again. After reaching a couple more orgasms, I am sweating from the exertion and I am getting tired, but my arousal is not diminishing.

I’ve decided to try something different. Maybe inserting something in my vaginal cavity can provide the satisfaction that I need so badly. Unfortunately, I don’t own a vibrator so I have to be creative. I remembered that I have a cucumber in the fridge. Maybe that could do the trick.

***

I walked down to the kitchen completely naked, not caring if the neighbors could see me through the windows. I have to admit that, at this point, my state of mind isn’t normal. It is very possible that the worm’s compound flowing within by bloodstream is causing this marvelous excitation. But I can’t do anything to fix it except one thing. And I am doing exactly that.

The cold cucumber felt wonderful as I inserted it in my pussy. It is long enough to reach the bottom of my cavity and its thickness is stretching me so delightfully. This is precisely what I need.

I am pulling it in and out of my body. Slowly at first, then progressively faster. I wonder why I never thought about doing this before. If my orgasms came easily up in the bedroom, down here they are coming like a freight train.

***

I’ve lost track of time and I lost count of how many orgasms I’ve enjoyed. Every time I reach climax, my body shudders from head to toe while unbelievable pleasure assails every cell of my body. Every time I think I had enough, I am shoving the cucumber back into my pussy five minutes later.

I believe this experiment is going to make me masturbate to death. Luckily, my arousal is finally starting to diminish. It is almost dawn and I am exhausted.

***

Sitting in the living room couch, still gently caressing my pussy, I’m having another realization. If this new compound is not the elusive fountain of youth, I probably have discovered the greatest aphrodisiac ever. There is true potential in this formula. If it is mass produced, I might even generate enough revenue to finance my own laboratory in the future.

Every now and then, my mind wonders towards something else; the worm. My pussy twitches every time. Everything that had happened tonight, all the pleasure, was due to the worm. Ugh… my pussy is twitching again. That wonderful creature is not safe in the laboratory. Somebody might discover my findings and steal it. The security in that section of the building is very light. I have to do something about it and fast.

I have to get it out of there.


***

I couldn’t wait until Monday. I usually work on weekends so the guard didn’t ask any questions when he saw me walking in. I am sitting on the floor with the open container in front of me. The worm is slowly reaching up to the rim of the glass and pulling its head out of the tube. I already turned off the camera and removed my pants. My pussy is dripping wet.

I can’t believe I am actually going to do this.

I am calmly watching it, wondering if I am going crazy. Everything is happening so fast. Yesterday, this creature had been nothing more than a subject of experimentation. Today I care for it as if it is my most beloved pet. It doesn’t make much sense, but I’ve made up my mind. I will take the worm out of the lab. It just feels right.

Wasting no more time, I stood up, straddled the container and squatted until my buttocks were a few centimeters from the rim. I am reaching down and turning the tip of the worm upward. My heart is racing within my chest and my pussy is twitching hard with anticipation. I am ready.

I gasped loudly when the cold skin of the gigantic worm touched my pussy lips. Then I had a brief moment of hesitation. Here I am, half naked, letting a weird creature of unknown origin penetrate my body. It is by far the craziest thing I have ever done. However, like yesterday, I am too horny to stop.

The worm reacted much better than expected. I thought that it would need my help, but as soon as it became in contact with my wet pussy, it wiggled its head into my cavity with no aid whatsoever. My eyes rolled back from sheer bliss and it took a great effort not to moan out loudly.

The creature has a thicker middle section, and it has more complex tissue at both ends, like having two heads. Now one of those heads is inside of me and my vaginal lips are tightly snuggling the main body. Measuring half a meter long, it is unlikely that it will fit entirely inside of my pussy, but I am planning to keep some part of it hidden within my baggy pants as I walk out. This should work.

It is very difficult to keep my balance as the worm squirms and churns, pulling the rest of its body into my pussy. More so, because I am shivering in the midst of climax!

The creature moves like a regular earthworm, expanding and contracting its body, trying to find enough traction within my exceedingly lubricated tunnel. The labor is slow and absolutely delightful.

Almost half of the large creature is already inside of me and the thicker central section is right outside my vaginal entrance. Maybe I had miscalculated the size of the worm, because I can feel it poking at the bottom of my cavity and there is still too much of it hanging between my legs. I am worrying that I may not be able to walk normally with that thick appendage stretching my pussy lips so much, and to make things worse, it is going to be very noticeable, even wearing my loose pants.

However, I am doing nothing to stop the worm. I might need a different plan, but at this moment I don’t care. I had to stand up and lean back against the dissection table when I felt a short burst of pain, followed by a sudden rush of mind blowing bliss.

The building pressure in my upper abdomen can only mean one thing. The worm is squirming into my womb!

Once again, it is taking real effort not to scream my lungs out from the incredible pleasure I am feeling. All the joy I experienced last night is nothing compare to this. Any sexual experience of my life is nothing compared to this. Suddenly, this crazy thing I am doing doesn’t seem so crazy anymore. Anyone would do anything to feel this kind pleasure.

I am no longer saving the worm because it feels right. I am doing it because it is a necessity. The bond with this creature, as it penetrates deeper into my body, is not only physical. We are binding our souls together.

I exploded in climax one more time. My thighs are shivering uncontrollably around the little segment of the worm that still protrudes from my pussy. My entire body is jolting with spasmodic contractions that rattle the table supporting my weight. At last, my mind is going blank, void of any thought or idea that is not related to pure, absolute bliss.

Anybody could enter the room at this moment, stand in front of me taking pictures of the whole thing, and I wouldn’t care at all. I feel like I am living this moment in an alternate reality, where nothing matters except pleasure. I could live forever in this world.

Within the haziness that overpowers mind, I am noticing the last segment of the creature is slipping between my pussy lips and penetrating into my stuffed vaginal cavity. The entire worm is inside of me!

I did it! My plan is working better than expected. Not that I had anything to do with its success, since the worm did all the work. I put my pants back on, still wondering how the hell that large creature can fit inside of me. And is just as incredible that, except from a slight bulge on my belly, it barely shows. This bulge can be easily concealed within my top.

I put the lid on the empty container and removed the label, in case they do an inventory. As I was walking out of the lab, the worm moved within my pussy, eliciting a loud moan that unavoidably escaped my mouth. I am waiting until it settles back in place. I can’t squeal like that in front of the security guards.

“Don’t move so much in there. You are making me moan.”

***

I arrived home ten minuets ago. I am checking myself on the mirror and there it is; a bump on my belly, evidence that I have a large worm lodged inside of me. For anyone who’d see me like this, it might appear that I am gaining weight. Only I know the truth, and it is a lot more sexy than that.

I am aware that I need to formulate a plan for the near future. Sooner or later, they are going to find out that the worm is missing. Everything that I had done since the injection, have been driven mainly by thoughtless impulses rather than careful planning. Hell, I am still not sure why I took the worm from the lab. For now, I can relax and take a break.

Or maybe not. As I caressed the worm through my skin and pictured it curling within my womb, the creature moved. It shook really. Like a pulse that made my pussy flutter so hard that I gushed down my tights. This reminded me of the sensations I felt while the worm was crawling into my body an hour ago. My pussy is twitching just thinking about it. And now I have the creature all to myself, in the safety of my own house.

You are making me so freaking horny.

I removed the rest of my clothes and jumped into the bathtub, only I am not planning on taking a bath.