Wurm Bedtime Story

You climbed the stairs of your house with a plate of freshly prepared bacon in your hand. The sun was setting, but your girlfriend had quite the appetite. And the fact that she was sick meant that you naturally wanted to do whatever you could to make her feel better.

“Coming in…” You whispered as you slowly pushed open the door, in case she was slumbering. But no, she was sitting up in bed, looking ever so pleased at your appearance. Her long, muscular tail, wriggled happily beneath the sheets, as she took the plate in her tough, scaly hands, and gobbled down the meat in seconds.  Yes, your girlfriend was quite extraordinary. She was that rare gem known as a Wurm. Licking her greasy lips, she looked at you with sparkling eyes, full of gratitude.

“Thank you! I was really hungry! You’re the best!” You chuckled at her seemingly boundless energy, but a quick touch of her forehead revealed she was running quite a temperature. A little concerned, you asked her some questions as you wiped her lips with a napkin.

“Now that you’re full, can you get to sleep, dear?”

“I want a bedtime story first!” Surprising you a little, she held an old storybook up in her claws. You had been reading her stories fairly often due to her condition, but this was the first time she had taken the effort to choose one herself. Taking it from her, you glanced at the cover. It depicted a dragon being slain by a brave knight, and a helpless princess. Cringing, you realised this had obviously been made a long time before the discovery of monster girls, and wasn’t really suitable for reading to a Wurm. Looking up, your love was bouncing up and down with enough force to cause the floor to shake and the carbon-fibre reinforced bed to creak noisily.

“Can we? Please? Pleeaaassee? The Dragon looks sooo cooool!” The girl obviously had her heart set on this story, not quite understanding the way dragons get treated in this kind of book.

What do you do?

[X] Try to make the story happier as you go along.

“O-Okay, settle down, or I might change my mind.” You chuckle as you open the book, hearing her gasp at your joke of a threat, pulling the covers up over herself.

“Once upon a time there was a… nice dragon, who lived in a lovely cave in a beautiful valley. One day when he was flyi-“

“Wait, wait, the dragon was a he? Are there boy dragons!?” Your sickly patient interrupted, quite confused.

“Err, I guess he must have been a very special dragon then! He was the only boy dragon in the world!” You stutter, making this up on the spot with at least enough skill that the Wurm can’t see past you.

“OOH, That’s so cool!” She gasps in awe, settling back down into her bed. Relieved at your success, you wipe your brow and continue.

“One day when he was flying around, he realised he was very lonely, with no other dragon friends. So he-“

“Huh!? Why was he alone? Who wouldn’t want to be friends with a cool dragon!? I’ll be his friend!” Yet again, you were interrupted. She was already taking the story very seriously, clearly worried about the characters. You could almost see a tear begin to form in the corner of her eye.

“W-Well, that’s very kind of you. He’s just unlucky he didn’t know anybody as lovely as you, then. He’s the only boy dragon after all, so it can’t be easy to find friends.” You explained calmly, taking her little sad mumbling as acceptance, and continued. “So he decided to bring the local princess back to his cave, since everybody said she was very kind and beautiful, and would surely be friends with anyone. One day when she was walking through the valley, he took her in his claws and flew back to his cave.”

As you took a look at your lover to check she was still enjoying the story, you saw her cheeks flushed deep red, holding her chin in her claws, and giggling happily. Her tail poked out of the bottom of the bed and wiggled happily as she spoke up in an unusually quiet voice.

“It… reminds me of when we first met…”

How do you respond to this?

[X] It sure was, as you lean in for a quick kiss on her cheek/forehead/ or lips

A warm smile spreads across your face as you reminisce. “It sure does.” You lean over the bed and give the blushing Wurm a little kiss on her cheek, which only causes it to turn a deeper shade of red. “Of course, in that case, I was taken away by a beautiful princess, so it wasn’t quite the same.” Now those cheeks are more like crimson.

“A-Am I a princess!?” She squeaks, pointing a razor sharp claw at her flustered face.

“Well, you’re my princess, at least. Now, do you want me to keep reading?” You inquire as you pet her long, silky hair with a smile. Silence follows, as she picks up her battered and worn pillow and holds it in front of that large and voluptuous chest. Seeming to take some time to ponder, biting her lip, finally you receive an answer.

“Can you… tell the story of that time…?” Finally blurting out her answer, she fidgets awkwardly under the sheets.

“… You’re a funny one, dear. You haven’t forgotten, have you?”

“I-I’d never forget something so important! I hope...”

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry.” Moving your chair right up to her side, you clear your throat and cast your mind back to what seems like a lifetime ago.

On a warm summer’s day, you took the first bite of a Kitsune’s tofu bought from a roadside vendor. It was the beginning of the monster girl renaissance, as fear and panic began to give way to acceptance and curiosity. You for one thought that anybody bringing over food as delicious as this was welcome to stay. Heading home through the local park, your peaceful expression shattered as you heard a sound like rolling thunder. Looking around, you were suddenly taken from behind, tackled to the ground and dragged along the ground by an unseen assailant. You could just see an emerald mass smashing through fences, and trees, taking you deep into the heart of the nearby woods. Before you could so much as scream for help, you were helplessly bound, by some kind of tough, scaly rope, which felt as hard as diamonds. That was when you saw her, when it all clicked together. A woman, feminine and beautiful, yet covered in gorgeous green scales. This incredible binding force was obviously her tail. And you’d heard enough of the horror stories to know what was coming next.
The scales around her belly began to recede, revealing an expanse of soft, human-like flesh, and a cute, slender navel, which she proceeded to rub against you. Bursts of hot, burning breath tickled your neck, as she undressed you, clumsily, yet effectively. She didn’t seem to understand how buttons or zips worked, so your clothes were soon ruined, ripped and torn.

“Come on, don’t do this!” You pleaded. “You’ll only get in trouble!” But your assailant was not one to listen to reason. She ran her lava-hot tongue across your chin, as if trying to taste you.

“Aahh… man… maaan… maaan~” She was evidently lost deep in her lust. And it wasn’t like you were terrified of the prospect either. She released a hearty giggle upon locating your swollen member.

“We… make babies… now!” Before you could stutter a word of protest, you were deep inside her burning hot insides, unable to do anything but moan at the sensation. There was nothing you could do in the face of such monstrous strength but lay back and make the best of it, ignoring the creaking of your bones as the creature selfishly satisfied her own lust. Her endurance was incredible. Completely forgetting how many  countless times you lost control, and flooded her volcanic insides with a flood of your semen, to her delight. Each explosion only seemed to bring more vigour into her, pressing her breasts into your chest and rubbing her seemingly sensitive belly against yours. Finally, after countless hours, the sun having long since set, she uncoiled herself from around you, curling up into a spiral and instantly falling asleep, like a glutton would after a good meal. Breathlessly looking around, you saw this little ditch was filled with food wrappers and rubbish. Was the poor girl living here? Didn’t she have a home? You were too exhausted to really think properly about this, instead listening to the cute, rhythmic snores of the monster. As you tried to make your shredded clothes preserve at least some of your lost dignity, you heard a sound.  Coming from a long way away, steadily growing in intensity, it was one that struck far more fear into your heart than any monster.
It was the sound of a siren.


You knew that the police were taking a zero tolerance policy towards any monster girls who acted out. In an attempt to curb the initial boom of immigrant species giving in to their instincts and causing chaos, ruining relationships and damaging property, punishments were severe, intended to inspire fear. You didn’t want to think about the horrible things they’d do to this poor girl, considering the tricky legal position of extraspecies. You were a tiny bit surprised to see yourself actually thinking of her as a girl. Sure, she had raped you, but looking at these pitiful living conditions, you couldn’t possibly hate her. The sirens grew to a wailing climax, and the sound of heavy boots blasted into the forest. Before you knew it, heavily armed riot police members were all around you.

“Sir, we’ve heard a report of a wild beast in the area… is that it, that thing at your feet?”
He pointed coldly to the Wurm at your feet, having awoken from her slumber. She grabbed onto your leg, afraid and confused. As you followed his gaze, and looked at her frightened face, there was clearly only one answer to give.

“No sir, this /lady/ is living with me. She’s perfectly calm, as you can see. Your target must be somewhere else.” You made a point of rebutting his attempt to dehumanise the poor girl, staring straight into his thick goggles for what felt like an eternity.

“….Hmm. Keep scanning, men. Be careful, citizen.”
Boots trampled away, until they were but a distant echo. You kneeled down to the trembling Wurm, looking up at you in awe.

“Did… do… bad?” The poor girl seemed to hardly know the language, yet here she was, fending for herself, all alone in a strange land.

“You mustn’t break things that don’t belong to you, okay? Or people, for that matter. Or you'll get in biiiig trouble.”
Her eyes looked dark and cold as she drooped down to the leaf litter. A deep rumble came from her midsection.

“You… save… me?”

“Never mind that. If you’re hungry, I can cook you something yummy at my house. How about it? There’s no scary policemen there, and it’s much comfier than this forest.”

“….R-Really? Yes! Yes please!” Like a coiled spring, she immediately leapt up and hugged you with bone splintering force, even bringing her tail in to the embrace. “Male is so good to me! I love male!”

“Like I said, please don’t break people…!”

“S-Sorry!” Although she loosened her deadly constriction, she kept her scaled arms looped firmly around your waist. Chuckling, you dragged the lady home, holding on to you the whole way, refusing to separate. Her appetite was even more voracious than you had expected, thoroughly cleaning your kitchen of any meat you had. After briefly explaining how a bath worked, you gave her a chance to clean herself, whilst you found out the largest shirts you owned. Unfortunately, even the biggest strained over her massive chest, the buttons looking about ready to burst, but it was better than nothing.  Each and every one of her freshly cleaned scales sparkled like precious emeralds, and her face was full of admiration for her saviour. All in all, she was an utterly entrancing sight. It was no surprise that they both gave in to the inevitable, exhausting, passionate temptation before the sun rose again.

“And then… the lovely, pretty Wurm… lived happily ever after with the lucky man. The end.”
Back in the present, your girlfriend had listened to the whole story intently, holding your tiny hand in her massive, smooth claw. She had such a beautiful smile on her cutely blushing face, the type that would make you fall for her all over again, as she stared straight into your eyes.

“I like that story… lots. I love you. Lots.”
Her loveable expression soon soured however, as she broke the eye contact. She starts fidgeting and acting shy again.

“I’m sorry I was naughty back then… I m-mated with you without asking…”

What reply do you give?

[X] "It's okay, you learned your lesson" and then hug her

You could never be mad at your Wurm, especially not something as silly as this. This isn’t even as bad as the time she jammed herself in the fridge when she tried to find out where all the food came from. That was something dangerous for the poor reptile. This was a simple mistake, long in the past. It’s something she should hardly have to apologise for at this stage.

“It’s okay, you learned your lesson.” Leaning into her, you wrap that strong, yet so fragile, body up in your arms and hold her tightly. Unable to let her feel bad for a single second longer, you gently rub your cheek onto hers, sharing your calming scent. It seems to have the right effect, as it only takes a few seconds for her mind to completely switch track.

“Yaaay~! Cuddles!” sung the happy Wurm, as she wrapped her arms around you in return, dragging you off the chair and into bed with her. “More cuddles!”

“Hey, you’re supposed to be resting…” You make a futile attempt at protest, considering she’s already pulled you over with about as much effort as it takes you to grab a little snack.

“W-We can’t cuddle?” Her sparkling, trembling amber eyes stare into yours, as if searching for a way to deny this terrible statement. Sure enough, it’s impossible to reject a face so innocently desiring something so pure, her mouth hanging agape in disappointment.

“…Jeez, I really spoil you, you know?” Sighing, you clamber beneath the sheets, wrapping your legs around her strong, thick tail, snuggling up to her chest to listen to the steadily increasing heartbeat of your beloved. It only takes seconds for her to reciprocate, winding herself around your lower half, running her diamond-like talons through your hair as she takes deep whiffs of your scent.

“Heehee… you alwaaays give me what I want! No body stops dragon from getting cuddles! Dragon strongest!” That little pounding in your ears becomes faster and faster, as the emerald scales around her tummy slowly recede. Taking a moment to admire the smooth, soft, and sensitive, skin of her defenceless underbelly, you realise that she probably doesn’t intend to stop with just cuddles.  Little trickles of sweat begin to appear on the pink floral patterns of her pyjama top, and her wandering claws move down to your collarbones, down to your shirt.

“Nobody stops dragon…” This lustful Wurm mutters, licking her juicy lips like a hungry beast, tasting the delectable mixture of your scents that makes the air thick and heavy with desire.

[ ] Let her instincts take over, prepare for a steamrolling.
[X] Try to discipline her, play a little dominant.


As much as you do love your hips being pulverised by your beloved’s full-force, animalistic, unleashed lust, you can’t help but feel a little emasculated. As she said, your first meeting began with you being raped. Perhaps you should try and train your Wurm a little better. With this in mind, you roll over, pushing your partner onto her back. Her expression is still as happy as before, not really understanding the symbolic position of dominance you have asserted. That’s good; you wouldn’t want to do anything she didn’t like. Time to experiment. You start gently by rubbing her exposed belly, like you would a fluffy cat, to her great pleasure. A sound akin to purring resounded throughout the room, although it sounded more like boulders being ground together than a helpless kitten. Just how sensitive is that big, soft, tummy, anyway?  It had to be one of her weakest spots. Tracing circles around her navel with a single finger, you watched as her whole body wriggled happily beneath your legs. Her maw opened wide to release a cute little moan, and just as you used your spare hand to undress yourself, all her attention focused on that one place. Her tail shuddered instinctively preparing to wrap around you, crush you, bind you, ready for mating, but you had other ideas. Using the strength gained from living with a clumsy Wurm every day, you gripped her by the hips, staring into her clueless eyes.

“Hold on, honey.” Sure enough, she obediently reached out for the headboard, and instantly splintered it into pieces. Well, that’s what you get for telling her to do something without thinking ahead. Either way, she seemed ready. You thrust into her from atop, a more submissive position than her instincts taught her. A little surprised at the change of pace, her tail fidgeted around nervously, before wrapping around each of the legs of the bed and snapping them like dry twigs, and finally gripping onto the assorted debris like some kind of bite, as the bed clattered to the floor. Perhaps her nature had told her that you were now too strong to be constrained by her tail, acknowledging you as a strong mate. Either way, you kept thrusting deep into her insides, hot enough to melt butter, keeping up the stimulation of her belly. You could feel her insides constrict around you every time you stroked her navel, and her smooth insides felt just as incredible as that first time in the park. Long, silky, hair flowed off the sides of the bed and onto the floor like an obsidian waterfall as your Wurm writhed in pleasure.

“Haa… Is the Dragon still the strongest~?” You teased in a joking manner as you reached up to grasp her bouncing, bulging, basketball sized breasts. A response of heated moans seemed to indicate she was enjoying this playing. It was truly exhilarating, knowing that the beautiful body of one of the most powerful beings in this world had submitted to your desires. A drive, a deep down desire, to lead your love to greater heights of pleasure, caused your intensity to increase. Giving a gentle slap to the armoured area where a human’s rump would be, the pleasure overriding your common sense, you blurted out the first line that popped up in your clouded mind.

“Looks like my little Wurm has been a naughty girl~” Continuing to grin like an idiot, you were shaken from your reverie by a loud gasp from below. Your lover was staring up at you with eyes moist, and wide in shock.

“B-But… why? What did I do…?” Covering her mouth with her claws to hide the sound of her terrified sniffles, appalled at the idea of offending you, it suddenly occurs to you what a stupid thing that was to say to such a trusting girl.

How do you proceed?

[X] Apologies, hugs and tender loving is in order.

The atmosphere shatters like glass as you realise just how nastily you have abused this lovestruck Wurm. Feeling like you might almost vomit at your own short-sightedness and coldness, you scoop her up into your arms and squeeze tighter than ever before.

“I’m… I’m so sorry! It was… I was joking! You’re the most special person to me in the whole word, the most goodest girl, and the strongest dragon!” Yet, she still isn’t looking you in the eye. A tear runs down her cheek, as she clears her throat and asks;

“… I’m really special to you?”

“Absolutely, the most special!” You reply, without hesitation.

“… I’m a good girl?”

“Such a good girl, such a good Wurm!”

“… A-And I’m strong?”

“Totally, nothing stops the drago-!”
This passionate reply is cut short by her lips meeting yours for a gentle, long kiss, her talons locking together behind your back. You don’t resist as her tail tenderly ties around your body, pressing your chests together.

“I’ll for give… if you give kisses!” she states, even as her cute little cheeks redden. Naturally, kisses are what you share, a veritable storm of passionate, wet, and deep contact. This is how the mating session continued, both partners at eye level, equal, staring into the deep pools of each other’s eyes, lips barely separating except for the quickest gulp of air. No more power games, but a relationship of equality, mutual understanding. This is the closest you two have ever been to truly becoming one, joined at the hips, sharing in lustful pleasure. It takes hours for your stamina to finally deplete, leaving you panting and sweating, still tightly wrapped in her embrace. As you lazily traced little shapes on her belly, the silence was broken with a low rumble.

“Hey… could I have some pancakes…. P-please?” Adding on the magic word in a hurry, her request is a little confusing.

“Since when do you eat anything but meat, dear?”

“I just really feel like it… please? Pleasey pleasey please please?” Seems she really wants some pancakes, her begging growing rather intense.

“Sure, but I can’t go until you unwrap me, silly.” Silly Wurm blushes a little at her mistake.

“S-Sorries!”Scaled tail recedes at once, the sudden movement knocking you off the bed. “Double sorries!” Rising unsteadily to your fatigued feet and rubbing your temple, you take a closer look at her unguarded abdomen before the scales slide back into place, and cannot help but feel like it’s protruding a little more than usual. Almost like a little pot belly… almost like…

“Hey… isn’t your tummy a bit softer than normal?” Thinking out loud as you give it a gentle prod, finger sinking into the softness, sends her into a panic for all the wrong reasons.

“I-It’s not the pancakes fault! Don’t blame the pancakes! I will break boulders every day until it’s flat again!”

“No, I don’t mean like that…”
The craving of strange foods.
The way she was acting emotional, wanting to reminisce over old stories.
The cute bulging of her belly.
You swallowed a heavy mouthful of saliva.

“Darling… I think we need to talk…”
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“So… you’re saying… there’s a little Wurm inside me?” Your lover slowly stated, after your simple explanation. A simple nod was your reply.

“H-How did she get there!? Did I eat her by accident!?” With a panicked expression, she curled up into a spiral and pressed her face into her belly. “Don’t worry, we’ll get you out! Anon is super clever! He can do anything!”
Oh boy. This might take longer than you thought. Taking her claw in your hands, you put on the most calming voice you could.

“No, no, um, listen; when a man and a Wurm love each other very much, they share a very special cuddle…” And so, you spent the rest of the night explaining the wonderful aftermath of tender rape by monster girl, with your fascinated partner paying spellbound attention.
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“Yummy! Yummy! Thankyoo!” A certain loveable Wurm sat in the kitchen, licking honey off of her scales. She had always had quite an appetite, but you had no idea she’d take the idea of “eating for two” so seriously. And her table manners only seemed to have fallen… You had no idea how she had made such a mess with her honeyed toast, and you’d been sitting next to her the whole time. As she lifted the final plate up to her mouth in frenzied hunger, you reached out a hand to stop her.
“Ah ah ah! What do good Wurms do with their plates?”

“Oopsie!” Quick as a flash, she put it back on the table, picking only the toast up to eat. You had lost rather a lot of cutlery to her gluttonous haste. “Th-They only eat the food, not the hard stuff…”

“Good girl. You want some more?” Tickling her under the chin, your offer elicited a gasp of awe, as she nodded her head as fast as she could. Gathering up the many emptied plates, you left the honey-slathered Wurm to lick herself clean before her next helping.

“Are you still happy to go baby clothes shopping today?”
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Some months later, her belly was protruding further than her breasts, which themselves had become rather engorged with delicious milk. But that was hardly going to stop you from making love to her. After all, it just meant there was more sensitive, soft, stomach to play with. And boy, maybe it was all those hormones, but she sure was insistent on her tummy being rubbed recently. Bound together in tender embrace, you placed one hand on that lovely curvaceous bump, and the other to hold her head in place for a passionate kiss. It wasn’t long before she pushed you down onto the bed, interlocking her huge talons with your delicate digits to help her balance. Her large form loomed over you, as she looked rather unsteady.

“If you’re having trouble…”

“NO! Want special cuddles! I’m a strong dragon!” And with that declaration, she slithered onto your shaft, slowly grinding up and down. Looking down at you with loving eyes, she licked her lips as they curved into a wide smile.
“S-See…? This is, mmm, nothing! Nothing can stop us coming together!”
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As you were once again cleaning up the results of yet another feast, the largest yet, you heard sounds of struggling from upstairs, followed by a faint crying. Running as fast as you could, you found your partner sitting on the bed, sniffling and crying. Her stomach, which now dwarfed a basketball, had burst out of her shirt, with buttons lying strewn on the floor.

“Oh… Honey, I’m sorry… I’ll get you some bigger shirts tomorrow…”

“I don’t want new ones!” She yelled, louder than you expected. “This… this is my favourite… it’s the first one you gave me…” Such great, strong, sharp claws were not designed for delicate tasks like wiping away tears. “I just keep breaking… and eating… and growing… I’m a useless Wurm…”
Whilst thinking of how to comfort her, your body began to move almost with a mind of its own. You had hoped for a better opportunity, but for some reason your body was telling you to do something Wurm levels of foolish. You reached deep into your pocket.

“Darling, you’re not useless… you’re the most special person in the whole world to me.  So full of kindness, sweetness, and joy. It makes me the happiest man in the world to cook for you. I want to spend my whole life for you, no matter what, no matter how big you get.”
You opened the bland, black, box, to reveal a golden ring, specially made to be large enough to encompass a Wurm’s talon, topped with a precious gem. You had read her enough romance novels for her to understand, her face paling as she covered her gasping mouth with her talons, the tears only intensifying.

“Will you marry me?”

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A certain happy wife led back on your bed, tail flopping from side to side, indulging in her new favourite hobby. Raising her talons to the light, she giggled in delight as her wedding ring reflected it in a dazzling display of glory.  Stunned by her little treasure, she was now wearing a more accommodating, somewhat elastic, sweater. Even the stretchy fabric was having trouble encompassing her enormous orb of a tummy at this point, however.

“So preeeettyy….”

“A pretty ring for a pretty girl!” You replied cheesily as you kissed her forehead, but she didn’t seem to mind, giggling happily. Placing the drink she had asked for on the bedside table, you couldn’t help but notice some wet patches on her plump chest, a few moments before the sticky sensation alerted the entranced girl, causing her to blush and wriggle.

“Uhh… A-Anon… it happened again…”Snuggling up on the bed next to her, you gently stroked her smooth and silky hair to try and bring some comfort. Just how much was she going to produce before her daughter managed to have a taste? Gently rolling the hem of her sweater up and over her head, it seemed both of you were about to have a nice, refreshing drink.
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The day of the birth arrived at last. It was quite an ordeal. Opting for a home birth due to the lack of specialised facilities in the local hospital, you had been left feeling powerless as the Holstaurus midwife had struggled together with your beloved for what felt like a lifetime. Her cries of pain were impossible to endure. As strong as you knew your wife was, childbirth wasn’t easy for anyone. Indeed, contrary to your first thought, it seemed Wurms gave live birth as opposed to eggs, adding that extra level of worry to prey on your mind. Nevertheless, you were shaken from your paranoia as the horned woman in oversized scrubs called out to you;

“It’s a girl! … Of course.”
Now, finally, there was a tiny Wurm, curled up in your wife’s exhausted, shaking arms. The two of you peered down at her tiny face, as the midwife slumped in the corner, wiping sweat off of her unnaturally flat chest. The silence persisted for some time as you both lost yourself in the miniature amber eyes of your daughter, wriggling lethargically, her tiny talons outstretched towards your smiling faces.

“She looks just like you… beautiful. Did you think of a name yet?” Gently caressing her shoulder, you waited to hear what you would be calling the fruit of your love for the rest of your lives.  However, the only thing you heard was the gritting of teeth, from a poor Wurm who looked like steam was about to burst out of her ears. She gave a stammered reply as she cradled the newborn to her chest.

“Ummm…. A-Anon is clever… so he should think of a name!”
You couldn’t deny that you had expected this. It was a good thing you’d looked up some popular, nice names for Wurms. A long road of challenges lay ahead in your lives, that was for sure.

“Well, if you’re sure. How about…”
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Some years later, with the sun having long since set, you once again climbed the stairs of your house. You calmly opened the door to a new room, one filled with fluffy cushions, plush stuffed animals, and two very stubborn Wurms.

“I don’t wanna go to bed!”

“Well, I need to go cuddle Daddy, so you have to go to bed too!”

“Nuh uh!”

“Yes uh!”

Interrupting what sounded more like a dispute between sisters than motherly discipline, you brought your little girl a glass of water and sat down beside her. Gripping the glass with both claws, causing a worrying cracking sound, she gulped down the liquid in seconds. Evidently Wurms gained their strength long before self-control. Your daughter soon wrapped her little tail around your arm to lean on your shoulder and speak into your ear.

“Daddy, I’m not tired! At all!”

Your other ear was soon assaulted by another pleading voice, your wife gripping your spare arm with the tiniest hint of jealousy in her claws.

“Sleepy… Snuggle soon…?” Patting her back reassuringly, you spoke up in a calming voice.

“Now, now, let’s see…. If you calm down, and promise to go to sleep right after, how about I read a nice story?” Pulling out an old, worn storybook, this elicited a big reaction from both Wurms.

“Really? Yaay, thankies! I’ll be good!”

“Which story, which story, which story!?”
The serpentine girls both slithered onto your lap, bouncing up and down excitedly, tails intertwining as they got themselves comfortable. Honestly, sometimes it felt like you had two daughters. Your wife was still as full of childish joy as she had been when you met, her hunger for your affection, her appetite for lewdness, not even beginning to fade. Chuckling to yourself, you flipped open the pages, lifting it up to your chest so they wouldn’t try and peek at the words.

“I think you’ll really like this one, it’s about a suuupeer cool dragon, just like you two…”
Surrounded by smiles, you settled back into the softness of the bed as your voice filed the room. Once again, you confirmed that you wouldn’t trade this life for anything in the world.