The Choice - Bob

Body Horror Trigger warning!

Voices. Bob didn't understand what they were saying, he felt their questions squirm in his head, eyes bulging with the strain of it. Trespassing. Fireflies. He'd been so alone, so quiet and still but now- company. More more more. It stirred beneath his skin, thick movement in his throat, made a gagging sound as he unfurled and wobbled to his paws. Thick, slimy drool dripped in phlegmy-strings from his lips; even if he could speak around the mass in his throat it would have only been pleas for help. Mercy.

He stumbled forward, the line of his neck distended and swollen, the mass squirmed and pressed up and up as Bob huddled over, ribs squeezing painfully tight as he wretched and slowly, slowly a writhing and tangled pile of worms sagged out from between his lips. It landed on the stone floor with a splat, drenched with spit, The cluster of young worms began to unfurl, reaching out towards the gathered group with dripping tips. More more more, so much more.