Maggot Girl, Episode 1: A Maggoty Metamorphosis

by Otis Bateman

I wanted those maggots to fill me up again as if I were a human septic tank. They were my babies, and I wanted to stuff them up my sodden cunt and belch them forth from my groin like an utterly unholy, reverse pregnancy. But now, my perversions get to try a brand-new debasement to humiliate myself with. Necrophilia. My mind spun wickedly as I decided to make myself Death’s personal toilet for the day. I wanted to wallow in blasphemous sin until I was content with debauchery. I spread the thighs of death to get a better taste.