tofi's trail

Pelideo had been in luck. The home beneath their own, a two-floor apartment, went up for sale not long after they had met their new wormy friend in the woods, and Pelideo had not hesitated to lay claim to it, even though it nearly depleted their entire coffers of funds. It gave Pelideo a vast amount of space to live in, but expanding their own space was not what they had in mind.

With their heavy, happily stored burden hidden within them, they had as many walls as possible blown out, holes between the bottom and middle floor made, and soil transported from the forest. So much soil that they received more than one question about it. They gave the very viable excuse that they were making an in-home greenhouse, when people asked. It was an even more plausible explanation when people saw the tools for it brought in, and it was an easy thing to put up a watering system, and the magical contraptions that would ensure the wood floor the wet soil rested upon wouldn't rot through smoothly installed. And Pelideo did take the chance to plant some seeds, after covering up the windows to make sure no light could penetrate; some plants, just as some creatures, much preferred darkness, and Pelideo wanted this new space to be optimal, filled with nutritions and ample room.

The worm, once Pelideo finally urged it out of their body, took quickly to its new home. Pelideo could hear it shift around within the dirt when they rested their head on it, ears pricked for any slight sound. A shiver would run down their spine as they listened, a whimper quietly passing their lips as their body, empty and yearning, twitching around air, remembered how it had felt to be filled and stretched by the creature.

Every morning, Pelideo would start by visiting the worm. It still lacked a name, the perfect one still not having come to them yet, but that was alright. They would find the right one, with time. Rushing wouldn't do at all. The worm, as though sensing Pelideo's presence, Pelideo's want for it, breached the earth, coiled around them, and left wet tracks of dirt on their skin; Pelideo would leave them there, as proof to themself that they weren't dreaming a blissful dream.

It wasn't every morning that the worm graced Pelideo with its most sought-after presence, but Pelideo never was disappointed. They longed, they wanted, but they knew that once the worm gave that gift, they would feel it so much more intensely if they remained patient.

And that was the truth. When the worm one morning slipped along Pelideo's back, feeling the shivers and the wings on either side of it flitting in arousal, it slid over Pelideo's shoulder and felt Pelideo's gasping breath on its wet skin. Pelideo was shivering, whole body feeling every slide of the worm's body, and their breath was ragged. The worm's head was a point as it reached upward, leaving a dirt track against Pelideo's cheek. When it slid into Pelideo's mouth, it tasted of salt and soil. Its flesh was cool and slippery, and grew even more moist as Pelideo's mouth watered, saliva dripping down their chin as they opened their mouth wider. The worm, sensing that it was welcomed in, swirled in the saliva, basking in the wetness of the cavern. It felt the vibrations of Pelideo's moaning voice, and it pushed another few centimeters in, filling up Pelideo's mouth. Pelideo whimpered, joy filling them at the invasion, and their jaw creaked as they tried to open their mouth even further. The worm seemed pleased, as it curled against itself, soaking in every bit of drool in Pelideo's mouth and bulging their cheeks.

It made it easy for the creature to slide deeper. Pelideo gagged on the feeling of the worm pushing deep into their throat with a sudden wet slosh. They had practiced their gag reflex to weaken, but they were far from perfect yet. But the worm didn't seem displeased. It pushed onward, seeking the warmth that it could only find within Pelideo's welcoming body.

Pelideo tried to draw full breaths, first around the soggy mess in their mouth, only to abandon the attempts to breathe through their nose. It still wasn't easy, their windpipe feeling the pressure of the worm within. But it was passable, even as Pelideo felt the lightheadedness of breathlessness rise at the back of their mind.

There was a slight burn in their throat, as the worm pushed back up, and they choked, the brief thought of oh Gods passed through their mind. In the darkness of their greenhouse, Pelideo saw stars in front of their eyes. They felt the prickling burn of tears rise, as the worm pressed on. Pelideo had thought it was done with them, but they had been wrong. The worm pressed downward once more, and Pelideo choked as their air was cut off by the fleshy creature's body, as it slid into their windpipe.

Pelideo knew that they ought to stop it, but they couldn't. It wasn't that they were unable to lift their hands to pull it back out. It was that they didn't want to. Not yet.

Because bliss was filling their body, building them up to a new high. The worm was the only being in existence that knew how to bring them to the brink so rapidly, so violently, and Pelideo couldn't help but seek it. Their cunt twitched, pressed into the dirt floor. Juices seeped from it, it gasped wide with the need to be filled. Pelideo's lips were stretched around the body of the worm, flecks of soil painting their face. The worm slipped deeper, through the tunnel— which suddenly gave way to a cavern, large, yet so quickly filled up. Pelideo's body spasmed, and they had to catch one of their hands against the ground to stop themself from falling forward. Their body spasmed hard, trying to regurgitate the worm, but Pelideo suppressed the urge, even as the tears fell freely to feed the soil. Their other hand, they forced to wrap around the worm's body gently, to make sure it didn't get stuck as it filled up Pelideo's lungs.

And it was intent on it, its body writhing within Pelideo's body. It twisted up, then down again. Pelideo couldn't breathe, but it didn't matter. Their vision was bright, and somehow they felt as though they could see the worm beneath their skin, its shape making their lungs press against their ribs and bulging between the rows of bone. Pelideo was experiencing the flashes of disaster, and they let them proceed, ignoring the way their vision reddened, ignoring the way their cheeks flushed a reddish blue, ignoring the way their body screamed in protest at the lack of oxygen.

Cumming was the best feeling in the world, almost. The best feeling was the worm, as it moved inside them, filled them up, made them simply feel in a way that they were unable to in any other way. On the brink of succumbing to oxygen deprivation, Pelideo couldn't stop orgasm after orgasm from wrecking their body. They loved it, they craved it, they needed nothing else the way they did the worm filling their body.

Darkness greeted them, as they came to. For a moment, Pelideo couldn't tell where they were or remember what had happened, but soon the limp weight of their body and the sound of the worm moving beneath them told them everything. They must have pulled the worm free from their insides at the very last moment, only to instantly pass out. It was the resilience of the pixie body that allowed them to regain themself, after the worm had its fill and they had had their fill of it.

No, that was wrong; Pelideo knew that they could never in their life have their fill of the worm. They needed it, the way they needed the air they breathed. They lay there, damp and cold and they thought, No, I don't need it the same way. I need it more than the air I breathe. And a shiver shook their whole body; it clenched on nothing, once more yearning desperately.

It was a terrifying thought. It was a wonderful thought.

It was a thought that once more filled them with the craving to be completely under the control of an unthinking being that took what it wanted with no regard to the person it took it from.

To Breathe You In