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The wooden door opened up and a man walked inside, carrying with him a huge brown sack with an arrow sticking out from the inside. The man closed the door, walked inside his wooden interior house, and slammed down that sack onto a wooden table. The man was what most would call an adventurer or mercenary of sorts. In the medieval times, there were plenty of them, people who took jobs from others, often to slay bandit caves, or the occasional monster. This mercenary had just returned from a cavern filled with worm-like monsters, creatures he couldn't even begin to fathom how they came into existence. Rather than think about them, he looked at all of the loot he had on him, and smiled. So many others had perished in that cave, but not this man, this man named simply Owen, had conquered it. "Little in the way of gold, but plenty of weaponry to sell." He commented to himself.

Owen grabbed a potion from his being and chugged it down. His body felt a little strange ever since he had finished that expedition, but he figured it was nothing but maybe an illness that would go away in time. Where he even got the potion from was a mystery, it was as if he had a personal inventory, in addition to that huge stash of loot he brought with, but an inventory he could open up on demand, and pull out what he needed without needing an actual bag. Owen took off the chain mail off of his well muscular built body, and tossed it onto the ground. It left him in little more than a shirt and basic pants, but the chainmail just felt incredibly tight on his chest ever since he left that cave.

"I suppose I have to return to the tavern at some point and turn in the quest." Owen commented. He figured that could wait for now, first he wanted to relax a bit. He walked up a flight of stairs and to a small bedroom. He turned his back, sat down on the bed, began to lay down, and then promptly jumped up when he felt a sharp pain sensation when he applied pressure on his back. "Ack!"

Owen's reached back behind him, mumbling something about wishing how a third person perspective would make things so much easier at times, and he felt a lump, a lump that he could feel, but it didn't feel as if the lump was part of his body, as he barely felt it when he rubbed it. Only when he pushed it in did he feel a twinge of pain. Owen went to another room that almost looked like a bathroom, except for a toilet. It had a mirror, a bucket of water, and what looked like a first aid kit with cloth and various medicinal red herbs. Owen was more interested in the mirror, though. He turned to the side and glanced in the mirror, and saw a lump that almost made him look like a hunchback, placed right between his shoulders, and the size of a person's head. "How did I not feel that there before?" He had to ask himself. He figured it must have come from the cavern, as they had various...eggs placed around the walls, and on the floor. It's possible one could have gotten on him, but as to how it got underneath his chain mail and regular clothing was something he couldn't even understand how that was possible.

Owen took off his shirt and revealed his slightly muscular, if hairy, chest, and indeed on his back was that yellow egg shaped lump. It was yellowish in color, and it looked as if part of it had cracked, and pushed straight into Owen's back. Unless he applied pressure, it didn't hurt, but it looked strange. Owen could make out purple veins coming from his back, and into the egg. "It must be a parasite. I need to get this removed immediately!"

Owen grabbed onto the lump on his back, and pulled outwards. While Owen definitely had more strength than the average person did, despite what his muscles looked like, he just couldn't pull it off of him, it was as if it was a limb attached to his back, one he just couldn't use. Owen turned his head, and glared at the lump. "I don't want to have to do this, but if this...thing is attached to me, then I can't risk it hatching inside of me. Owen grabbed onto a sword from a nearby wall, angled it just so, and sliced off the very top of that egg. Owen thought if he could at least damage it, perhaps whatever was inside of it wouldn't manifest.

Unfortunately for Owen, while cutting the lump did work, it did not last very long. The inside of the lump was what looked like a lot of crawling purple maggots, ones that wriggled wildly at being exposed to fresh air. The shell quickly regenerated only moments later too. The veins attached to him and the egg then pulsed heavily, and sent a mild pain down Owen's back.

Owen winced at the mild pain, but he was more disgusted at the sight of those various things inside of the egg, and how the egg quickly regenerated was nothing short of amazing. "I will NOT have those things grow!" Owen was determined. Again and again, he cut the lump on his back, but time and time again, the lump regrew faster than he could slice it off. He couldn't get quite get the angle to slice off the entire lump, but no matter how little he left, it quickly regenerated, and sent down another mild pain on his back. After a good five minutes of trying to slice it off with no luck, he had to stop. "I need to see a cleric about this." Owen turned his head out of the bathroom, and glanced at the window above his bed. Unfortunately for him, it was night, and too late for any cleric to be of use. If what he had on him was a curse or a disease, he wasn't going to get it off of him until morning.

Owen did know some minor spells. He was tempted to use a fire spell on such a thing, but then he might risk burning himself. Owen decided to try for a frost spell instead. He dropped the sword, reached his hand above the lump, and muttered a chant. Frost blew from his hands, and onto that yellow egg lump. Owen could feel the coldness, but what was perhaps more frightening, was that it felt as if the cold was going down his own back, rather than just straight at the egg thing, as if the egg was part of him.

After a good few minutes, Owen pulled his hand back, and looked at the thing, nothing had changed from it. "Just what IS this thing? It's resilient, regenerative, and it acts as if it's a very extension of myself." Owen wondered what other spell he could use, but he figured nothing else could have possibly worked. He would have to try for plan B, and try to create a potion in his alchemy lab.

Owen's house, while small, did have a variety of tiny rooms with different purposes. He had a small storage place for most of his food, a place for his weapons, as well as the ones that were just placed on walls all over his house, and then he had an alchemy lab. Owen's alchemy lab was largely just a bag of herbs haphazardly tossed into a bag on the floor, and a table with a few vials, as well as a mortar and pestle.

Owen reached into the bag and pulled out the herbs he wanted without even visibly looking, as if he knew what he wanted, and the bag knew what to give to him with just a thought. Owen crushed up the herbs, mixed them in with water, and after pouring the contents into a vial, and giving the vial a quick stir, the creation turned a semi-transparent yellow color. "Hrm..." Owen wasn't too much of an alchemist. He knew the herbs he brought with him were all of a restorative nature though, so no matter what combination of ingredients he tried, eventually one would have to work. He decided to give this first one a try, and took a gulp of it. The potion he created was absolutely flavorless, and after a good minute of nothing happening, Owen let out a frustrated sigh.

Owen stroked his clean shaven face for a moment before he figured he'd just try to create another potion. He reached his hand into the bag and tried to grab two more herbs, but his pinkie finger felt a little strange. He could feel it wriggling in the bag, and he wasn't even trying to move it at all. Stranger yet, it moved as if the pinkie finger had no bones inside of it. Owen pulled out his hand, glanced down at it, and gasped.

Owen's pinkie wriggled and writhed in a manner that no human bone ever should have been able to until it suddenly ripped open. His pinkie flesh looked like little more than a glove finger that dangled downward, but it was what was underneath his pinkie that frightened him more, it was a monster underneath. This creature resembled a maggot of sorts with a white throbbing body, two beady unblinking eyes, a black head, and a large red mouth. The mouth opened slightly and revealed rows upon rows of sharp jagged teeth.

Owen stared at the creature, and he looked at the connection that was with the rest of his hand. He reached down and pulled it off with his other hand easily, and tossed the maggot monster to the ground. As he then stepped on the creature and killed it, he felt a slight painful sensation deep down inside of him, as if he were the one stepped on and splattered into nothing more but white goo.

Owen stared down at the creature, and then his pinkie, his pinkie was deflated now compared to the rest of his hand, and it had a very tiny cut where the monster had likely grown. What made it all of this situation worse, was that Owen recognized the creature. It looked just like the creatures he had slain in the cave he was in. "Did it...eat my pinkie from the inside? Did I not notice it? Why was there no pain?" Owen knew nothing about how the creature could have gotten there. Owen glanced at his other hand, and he noticed his other pinkie wiggled and writhed in a manner that no finger should have. Carefully, Owen used the hand with his deflated pinkie finger and pinched it lightly. While Owen definitely felt the pinch, it was like pinching a grape. It was squishy, and he couldn't feel any bones. "They look like tiny flesh eating maggots." Owen muttered. "And they eat me from the inside..."

Owen couldn't get his eyes off of his deflated pinkie. He could only have assumed that the egg thing on him was doing this to him. Perhaps it was a hallucination or something else entirely that the egg was doing, but it was impacting him in a way he certainly did not want. "There's a cleric in the other town that is open at night. I'll visit her and see what she has to say about curing this." He told himself, and grimaced at his wriggling finger. "I hope you are an illusion, and nothing more..."

Owen traveled lightly when he left the town and went along the dirt road. He carried a torch in one hand to light the way, his sword to his back, along with a bag that carried a few potions, and a decent sum of gold. Normally, to walk out of a city in the middle of the night was a death sentence, but Owen was powerful enough to handle most creatures that might dare attack him in the night. Owen tried to keep that wriggling finger of his concealed, and whether it was by pure luck, or something else he couldn't explain, the finger cooperated with his mental thoughts, although he felt something happen to his pinkie, as if it had just removed part of a glove, but he dared not look down at it.

Owen kept the one hand with his wriggling finger in his pocket, while his other hand with the deflated pinkie carried his torch. He glanced up at his hand when he felt his free pinkie wriggle again, and grimaced when he saw another creature that looked like the first, as well as another deflated pinkie that looked nothing more like a glove. What was worse, was that he felt the fingers that held his torch wriggle and pulse, though he managed to keep a grip on his torch. While he could still see at night, it would have just been much harder to see without a torch, yet as he kept walking, he felt finger after finger of his lose control, and each finger fell from his hand like a fingerless glove with a tiny tear inside of it. It wasn't just the hand that held the torch the creatures ripped free from his fingers, but his other hand as well. He mentally asked himself why he didn't just kill that other creature, but he just mentally answered that he wanted to find a cure first, THEN he could start killing these weird things. He didn't want to look at his hands now, yet despite him feeling his fingers wriggle around the torch, he still managed to hold onto the torch somehow, as if those maggot monsters obeyed his whim like normal fingers.

Owen knew of no curse or illness that changed the insides his fingers into tiny creatures. He could only hope it was just his fingers that changed. Before he had much time to think about it though, he heard a soft thud, and froze in his footsteps. It wasn't the noise itself that startled him, it was something else, something frightening. He raised his free hand, and he noticed that the maggot monster, the one he hadn't killed, just fell off of him. Just as he stared at his hand and deflated pinkie, the other creatures fell from his hand one by one, and onto the ground. Owen stared down at these small monsters, wondering what they might do. He had a torch to scare them off with, but if all of his fingers from his free hand turned into those monsters, and then fell off from his very hand, he had a feeling his second hand would follow. As he looked at that second hand the one that held the torch, all of his fingers were already those monsters, they just held onto the torch he carried, while each and every one of the fingers that were previously his just dangled downwards, completely unusable.

The various monsters that fell from Owen were able to crawl like maggots, but very quick ones. They didn't hesitate in their movement when they fell off, and just crawled right back to Owen. They slithered onto his boots, his legs, up onto his chest and his hand, and moved back into position and hid underneath the skin that was once his normal fingers, and under Owen's control. When he wanted the monsters to flex, they flexed. When he wanted them straight, then they straightened. It was as if he were controlling a new set of fingers underneath his skin. He could still see their forms underneath the cuts on the fingers, and the fingers were definitely now very much misshapen with the wriggling, writhing monsters, but they bent to his every whim.

Owen looked up at his torch, and noticed that those creatures were doing the same thing, except rather than fall from his hand at first, they simply crawled into the skin that they tore away from before. Amazingly they were able to stay on Owen's palm, and carry the torch at the same time.

Owen wasn't sure how this was all happening. With those creatures unattached from his body as they were now, he was ready to strike them down, even if they were inside of his fingers. How he might go about such things though, he wasn't entirely sure. Maybe get them onto the floor and just crush them with his feet, but there was something in particular about these creatures.

Owen paused in his tracks and just stared at his fingers. He flexed his fingers, and the various maggot monsters flexed on command. "They obey what I want..." he said quietly. He wondered...could a cleric even do anything about this at this point? His fingers weren't even part of him anymore, they LOOKED like they were part of him, they even acted the part, but the way his fingers could flex were completely inhuman.

Owen stared for a good few minutes at his 'fingers' before he started to walk again. He only made it one step before he paused in his tracks. Now Owen's own feet felt strange. He could feel wriggling down in his boots. Almost instinctively, he knew what it was. Owen set the torch down in a small frame device he also carried with him that allowed the torch to remain upright while on the ground. He then sat down on his rear, and reached forward for one of his boots. On command, the maggot creatures wrapped around the boot, and slowly moved it off of him. Owen saw exactly what he was afraid of underneath his boot. Each and every one of Owen's toes had become another monster, monsters not attached to his body, but they clung to him anyways, partially hidden underneath his toes. Owen could feel his other foot in the same case, and he took off his other boot to see, sure enough, more monsters. "This is...unbelievable." He said to himself. His fingers and his toes were now monsters, monsters that flexed when he wanted them to, monsters that grabbed what he wanted them to, and monsters that just felt like a physical extension of what he was, hidden underneath the skin that was once his, but acted little more than clothing for the monsters. He knew no cleric could fix this, but he wasn't even sure what he could do to try to fix it to begin with.

Owen glanced around the path he took. He could have gone to the new town, but deep down, he thought of something that the cleric might want to do, or something even the guards might want to do. He thought that someone might want to perhaps kill these creatures. It was true, Owen himself wanted these things dead minutes ago, and he had even killed one too, but now he found it so amazing how the creatures cooperated with his movements so fluidly. "Very well...I'll keep you around for now...at least until I can figure out what is going on." He found himself saying. He knew there was a cave not too far from the path he was on, so he picked up his torch, and walked along. Owen didn't even notice that he walked barefoot, but as he stepped onto the grass and went down a small slope, he didn't feel the grass very well, as if he still had the boots.

Owen got to the cave after a rather short amount of time. He had cleared out the cave a good three days or so ago, so he was sure it was empty. When he got in the cave entrance, he glanced around briefly. The mouth wasn't wide, but the interior entrance definitely was. Once he got inside the cave, he couldn't help but blink rapidly. Everything looked a bit different in a way he couldn't quite describe. He could see the gray stone walls, and the path that went downwards farther into the cave, but he could tell the light didn't go that far. He had to wonder if his vision was improving, but before he got to figure that out, he then felt his feet wriggle, and it wasn't just his toes. "Now that I'm in a hidden place at least...I can try to think of a solution to this problem." He told himself, and took a seat on the hard ground.

Even though Owen only had his fingers and toes as those hideous monsters, he couldn't shake the feeling that those very creatures were squirming underneath his skin. It made him a bit fearful for what actually was happening underneath his skin. "They aren't going to kill me...are they? They obey my command...I should be able to...mph..." Owen was cut off when he felt something on his heels, and then he felt absolutely nothing, and it was the sensation of feeling nothing that scared him more.

Owen glanced down at his feet, and as he raised his bare soles. When he looked at his heels, he saw his normal human skin, but with very rapid wriggling underneath, wriggling and writhing until part of his skin ripped open and revealed but one of the maggot creatures, though the creature seemed to struggle to not fall out. Owen stared at his heels with amazement, not just his toes, but now his feet as well. With that small rip, smaller than the length of his eye, he was still able to get a glance inside of his foot. Owen noticed his bones and his muscles were gone inside of his feet, there wasn't even a single spec of blood, merely monsters inside of his heel, and when he felt his second heel wriggle underneath his skin, he instinctively knew what that was too.

"They act as if they want to stay inside of me..." Owen said to himself. He winced a bit when he felt such strange sensations inside of him, but there were all different kinds of sensations he began to felt. The first sensation he felt was...cramped. He felt as if he were encased in such a tight space inside of him. Yet, when Owen glanced around, the cave was large, there was plenty of room for him to move. The second thing was darkness, yet he had the torch with him still, and he could see the cave far better than he normally should have been able to, it felt like parts of him saw nothing but darkness still. In a way he couldn't even describe, it felt as if he were those maggot monsters inside of him, and at the same time, he wasn't. "How much of the inside of me is a monster now?" he asked himself, and then his stomach growled, as if to answer, and he noticed more wriggling in his gut. He could feel the sensations of wiggling intensify inside of him. His rear, his back, even his own cock, and it was there that it felt the most intense. "W-what is going on down there?!"

Owen pulled his pants down to his knees and stared at his cock. It wasn't aroused, but it wriggled as much as his fingers did. He also felt as if he was trying to wriggle out of a tunnel that moved with him, and when he grabbed his cock with two of his finger maggot monsters, he felt as if he was both grabbing, and being grabbed at the same time. It gave him the sensation of fear, and he let go. He watched as the creature's head poked out of his cock head, and then wiggled the rest of the way out onto the ground with a soft thud. The creature had just escaped from Owen's cock, and Owen felt a sense of freedom when the creature left, but he knew that it wasn't his own freedom he felt, but the monster's sense of freedom.

Owen watched the creature crawled away from him, farther down into the cave. Owen tried to will the creature back, but the creature ignored him. "Why do you ignore me, when all of these other creatures inside of me obey me?" He shouted. He paused moments after his shout, just to realize he just tried to talk sense into a monster that grew inside of him. Before he could even try to make sense of what he did, he picked up a smell. The scent smelled both salty, and meaty at the same time, like a raw steak. Owen leaned forward, still on his rear, to get a better whiff. There was nothing edible that grew down in these caves, at least none he knew. If there was mushrooms or the ilk, they wouldn't have smelled so salty and meaty either.

As Owen moved closer, he could almost briefly detect the thoughts of the various creatures inside of him. That scent was so alluring, that the creatures in his fingers slid out of the tiny cuts they made, and they crawled away from Owen, leaving his fingers nothing more than useless appendages that had no ability to function, outside of flop around. A small bulge appeared in the palm of Owen's hand before another monster burst out of it and crawled away from Owen, then another from that same hand, and another, the creatures slid out of him one by one, away from Owen, and towards that scent.

Owen watched as the creatures that obeyed him but a minute ago, now refused to listen to his thoughts. He could feel his own mind want to know about what that scent was, but as he tried to stand back up, he noticed the various creatures left his toes too, and with a tiny rip, holes were made in his heels, and the creatures poured out of it and deeper into the cave down in a line. Owen wanted to shout at them to come back, but at the same time, he felt disgusted in even thinking such thoughts. His hands and feet became virtually worthless as the maggot monsters poured out from those holes, and he felt an occasional maggot wriggle through his cock and out of there, which just made it easier for the next maggot to crawl out of there. Owen leaned forward and fell down onto his belly, and crawled forward using his elbows and knees. "What are you...ugh...?" Owen felt something wriggle up his throat, and when he let out a cough, one of the maggots flew out of his mouth. He glanced back at the egg he had, and noticed it was twice the original size. "This...this is all your fault..." he muttered quietly. He couldn't argue with that egg now though, the scent of that meat was irresistible, and so he crawled deeper into the cave to find the source.

As Owen crawled, his pace was slow when his body felt as if it wasn't his own bones and muscles moving him, but living creatures deep inside of him, creatures that could detect that scent too, and it smelled just as delectable. Owen's body moved less like a human crawling might, and more like a puppet with jerky movements. Two arms jutted forward, then his legs, which pushed his torso forward with it. Owen didn't even feel as if he had full control of his body anymore, and the closer he got to that scent, the more he felt the creatures almost beg to escape. His testicles felt heavier, but with the way his body moved, he barely had the capability to look down between his legs to figure out what was going on down there, not to mention he was already alarmed with how the rest of his body behaved. Owen soon made it to the source of the scent though, and he couldn't believe what he saw.

In front of him sat a human, a bandit Owen had slain before. It was this that attracted the maggots. It was this particular dead rotting human that these maggots crawled, quite literally, out of Owen's body in order to devour. The body, while it smelled very unpleasant to most, smelled the exact opposite to Owen, like a cheese that had aged just right.

Owen stared at this nearly naked male bandit, the only clothes it had covered between its legs. "I can't...I'm not a cannibal..." At the very least, his body stopped moving on its own, and he was able to flip his body over, though it felt a lot less like he had proper control of his body, and he had to flip using far greater strength than he needed to. He saw that cock, and instead of testicles, he had two more yellow eggs between his legs. Including the one on his back, he had three in total. And those eggs wiggled between his legs, as another maggot emerged from his cock, and sent both a wave of pleasure, and fear, down Owen's spine as he felt an extension of himself escape from his own shaft.

As the maggot crawled free from Owen's body, it briefly paused and turned back to Owen. Those black beady eyes, its black head, and that large red mouth turned and stared at Owen momentarily before it turned back around to the bandit. The maggots that had broken off from Owen had already begun to devour the corpse.

When Owen stared back at the maggot, he felt as if he was both staring, and being stared at. The maggot creatures still felt like an extension of him, but they were uncontrollable. He could taste what the maggots tasted with their mouths, and it tasted good, like a steak, even if it was raw. Owen winced, and moaned lightly as another maggot escaped from his cock. Followed by another, and yet another. Other maggots slithered up his arms and out from the holes, and Owen could see the skin crawl with their movements when they moved in his arms. The maggots came out by the few first, then by the dozens, soon there was a constant flow of maggots after maggots from any hole they could crawl out of, even Owen's mouth had maggots escaping from him, each of them crawled onto that bandit body, and soon it was completely covered with the disgusting creatures.

As Owen's body continued to produce maggot after maggot from parts of his body, and many more pouring from his cock, so much so that it felt like nearly a constant orgasm to Owen, he noticed his body looked incredibly deflated. He had no strength to move his arms, he had nothing in his legs, and nothing in his chest. He wondered how he was even alive at this point. It was then that Owen felt something strange once more, stranger compared to the things that had already happened to him. The world felt both filled with dark, and filled with light. He moved his head, but his forehead felt as if it had more movements in it than anything. He felt something crawling around inside his head, and it also felt like he was crawling around in a dark confined space. He stared at the various maggots crawling around the bandit corpse, so many maggots that he couldn't even see the corpse, and his mouth dropped open, not because he was amazed by the sight, but it was because he felt he had no more control of his jaw. He was rapidly losing control of his body. And the sight from his eyes faded. He hadn't gone blind, but he also couldn't see out of his human eyes.

Feed. Reproduce for the hide. Thoughts invaded his head. Owen felt as if he had just died. He didn't see the maggots anymore, he didn't feel the interior of the cave. He was now in a warm cramped place, a place he just had to escape. His body felt incredibly different. It felt huge, yet at the same time, small, with a multitude of legs, and unblinking eyes, eyes that saw nothing but darkness. With an ability in his new body he couldn't rightfully explain, Owen's body swelled briefly, and he could hear the sounds of cracking, as if he was breaking free from an egg. When Owen could make out the first signs of light, he saw those maggots on that bandit corpse, except they looked so much larger than before, and the scent of that corpse was so appetizing, that his human mind took a back seat to his natural instincts. He broke free from his prison, and his multiple legs crawled on the ground, and his body pushed his front half forward, pulled his back half again, and repeated in a pattern until he was able to get to the bandit corpse.

As Owen crawled to that corpse, and the maggots gave access to allow Owen to devour that bandit body, he paid no attention to the body he left behind was originally his own. Owen was reduced to nothing more than a maggot, one of the largest ones in that hive, while his body was nothing but a deflated husk with large eggs, eggs that continued to produce other maggots on occasion, but the stay in that deflated body was short lived as they went to join the hive on that bandit corpse.

Owen had seen this sight before, but his thoughts were no longer his own. His human mind faded, as if one were leaving a foggy town. His natural instincts took over to devour that bandit corpse, and to reproduce. The maggots, along with Owen, would simply bide their time in the cavern, and wait for adventurers. Many of them likely would not survive against a living human adventurer, but those that did could just lay a tiny little egg on that adventurer, and create a brand new hive to begin the process anew.