The Story With No Plot In Which Several Cheerleaders Are Eaten By Worms

Heidi and Lucy pranced into the locker room. They were both giggling, gossiping about boys and (in some cases) other girls.
It was just after 3:45 in the afternoon, and most of the other cheerleaders were still at practice. These two, however, were prone to playing hooky.
Little did they know it would cost them their lives.
They sat on one of the benches between the rows of lockers and continued giggling and gabbing, oblivious to the nefarious scheme put in place by one of the more deranged of the biology students.
This particular student had won the science fair three years in a row, but each time the judges had been a little more paranoid about encouraging him.
His previous experiment had involved bionically implanting flamethrowers into the forearms of the lab monkeys at the nearby college.
That one had nearly gotten him expelled, and would have if not for the fact that he was arrested first.
Of course, the cybernetic bunny commandos of the previous year had helped secure him an 'early release'.
But all of those things were leading up to his one ultimate goal.
The girls continued to gab.
Gradually, something appeared at the end of the line of lockers.
It inched it's way towards Heidi, leaving a trail of viscous goo on the cement floor as it crawled towards it's unwitting prey.
A scarce foot from the poor girl's legs, it opened it's mouth.
Slowly, it wrapped it's mouth tenderly around her tennis shoes.
Heidi was too busy being a gabby cheerleader to even notice.
These particular creatures were of a very unusual nature. Once upon a time, many biological generations ago, they had been common earthworms.
The attentions of aforementioned biology student, however, had since taken that classification away from them.
Most earthworms did not, in fact, reach lengths surpassing twenty feet.
Nor did they have genetically-engineered brains that told them that cheerleaders were the tastiest things in the world.
Or digestive tracts that could strip the engine out of an M1 Abrams.
These ones did.
The worm slowly inched it's way up Heidi's leg, practically quivering with joy from the anticipation.
Even as it wrapped around her socks, she STILL didn't notice.
She just got a vague impression of a warm feeling around her calves as it continued upwards, engrossed as she was in the story about how Bobby Fleckner had dumped Susan Marichek.
It wasn't until the moist warmth was almost up to her knees that Lucy got a strange look on her face, shortly before screeming.
Looking down, Heidi finally realized what was happening.
At first, she was just confused. However, as the worm quickly gulped itself further up her legs, she...remained confused. She just sort of shook and looked dazed as Lucy screamed and the enraptured worm slowly slithered further up.
She finally had the presence of mind to deliriously start slumping backwards as she started to almost sort of scream, and this cunning move gave the worm the position it needed to slurp up over her knees and work it's way towards her skirt.
By this time, Lucy had heroically ran out of the room and fainted a few halls down.
The worm wrapped it's mouth around Heidi's hips. She felt the slick, warm flesh of it's body all the way from her hips to the tips of her feet, which were quite a distance into the muggy heat of the creature.
Right about that time, she finally decided to scream.
All of the cognizance that had been keeping itself away from her (what with her being a cheerleader) suddenly came back in a massive rush.
"ohmygodohmygodOHMYGOD!!" she babbled as the rush of images shot through her mind. A million impressions, from thinking of the time she had watched a video of a snake eating a rat in biology to the thought of the eggs she had eaten for breakfast, flooded through her; the only common factor, however, was that they related to her being eaten.
In a split second she imagined herself being ingested by the horrid creature, being digested alive and never being able to see paris.
She saw the headline "HEIDI JONSTON EATEN ALIVE BY GIANT WORM!" in the school paper.
But most of all, she thought AAAAAUUUUUUGGGGHHH!!
The worm, sensing her concern, began to slurp faster. It actually started to pull her in somehow, and she felt her legs slither further down into the thing as her back slid across the bench into the monster's mouth.
As the warm skin enveloped her ribs, she found herself thinking about what it's stomach would do to her complextion, then remembered that she would be dead, so it would be okay.
But even as it inched forward again, she found herself panicking about WHERE SHE WOULD FIND ANOTHER PAIR OF AUTOGRAPHED SILK PANTIES!
The worm worked it's way up to her boobs.
She nearly slapped it for touching them (Both of them, no less) but caught herself and realized that it would be an innappropriate reaction, given the circumstances.
In fact, she found it strangely pleasant as it worked it's way over her chest; it felt like a giant tongue playing over her now-firm nipples. She couldn't feel the wetness from under her bra and cheerleading sweater, but it was still a very warm and close touch.
This momentary euphoria snapped, however, when it drew closer and she got a whiff of it's breath.
Quite foul.
Worse than dog breath.
Again, she found herself panicking about what the boys would think, with her clothes and skin soaked in foul-smelling worm drool...
Thankfully, the worm broke her concentration by closing it's mouth around her head.
At first, she was just too surprised to scream.
Once it swallowed and she found herself slithering inward, however, she had no problems with it.
As her body slid through the soft, slimy flesh, one thought suddenly kept hammering at her. Stomach! Stomach! STOMACH! STOMACH!
Her sudden terror was so great that that was all she could think.
STOMACH! STOMACH! STOMACH!! STOMACH!!
Then she actually reached it.
She couldn't see, being so deep into the worm, but she felt it.
The texture of the fleshy throat suddenly changed.
The walls were just a bit slimier. A bit firmer.
And a tiny pool of liquid was suddenly soaking her back.

For a moment, she was just numb with shock.
She didn't scream, she didn't move, she just stared out into the hot darkness.
And THEN she started to scream.
The noise was muffled by several inches of worm flesh as it contentedly started to slither out of the locker room. Taking a cue from certain species of snake, it planned to find itself a rather large tree...
After a few moments, Heidi had finally screamed herself out.
She simply sat, feeling the movement of the worm as it slithered off to god-knew-where. Probably some slime-ridden lair, she thought, where the ooze-coated bones of a dozen other poor cheerleaders lay...
Suddenly Heidi felt sorry for herself.
Eaten by a worm, she thought in the blackness. Why me? Why did it have to be me?
She started to notice a slight tingle on her skin. Something, a drop of liquid, hit her exposed lower belly.
And another.
She reached out, and had her fears confirmed. The wall was even slimier than it had been. The worm's stomach must have been excreting something!
Not something--ACID!
She didn't scream again, but her heart started to pound.
Gradually, her clothes became soaked. First her skirt and sweater, then her underwear and her bra. They were totally soaked, now squishing against her pink parts, but she dared not take them off for fear that A. She wouldn't be able to in such cramped confines and B. her bare skin would be exposed to the acid.
Of course, her soaked clothes were now clinging to her body anyway...
What a nasty smell there was in here.
She suddenly wondered if it had eaten anything else. If she would be squeezed further into the stomach and come upon the body of one of her friends, being slowly digested as it travelled through the worm's intestines.
Then it hit her again. That was going to happen to her!
She screamed, yet again. She found herself trying to burrow her hands back into the worm's throat, but it was locked tightly closed.
She considered trying to slither out the other way, but before she could, the worm found a tree.
Certain snakes, it is known, wrap themselves around trees to help squeeze and digest their prey.
This particular species of worm had similar instincts, and had just found a rather massive oak tree.
It began to stretch around it.
It's flesh clenched down on Heidi hard; she found it very painful and, as it grew tighter, she found to her alarm that she could barely breathe.
With another clench, she couldn't breathe at all.
She wasn't sure what was happening in the darkness. All she knew was that her body had been forcefully curved around, and the flesh of the worm had suddenly pressed down on her hard.
Her lungs started aching for air. She tried with all her might to inhale, but she was pressed too tightly. She felt the gastric juices of the stomach on her cheeks as her face was pressed against it, her whole body compressed painfully down, and her lungs began to yell.
And scream.
Her heart began pounding again, and she was desperate for air.
Unfortunately for her, the snake tuckered out before she did.
It turns out that wrapping yourself around a tree is rather hard, and this particular worm wasn't exactly in shape. So it sloughed off of the tree and decided it would digest it's meal the old-fashioned way.
Heidi gratefully took in a massive lungful of the dank, foul air, and almost wished she hadn't.
The tingling had gotten stronger.
As she lay on her back, she felt the tingle against her skin, particularly where her underwear was pressed against it.
Strangely, it didn't feel unpleasant.
In fact, other than the tree, the whole thing hadn't been TOO bad...
It was mostly just warm, and wet, and dark.
And since she wasn't getting out any time soon, she decided to relax.

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She listened to the odd groaning from the worm's body...

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She tried to visualize the inside of the stomach she was in, but this disturbed her, so she decided not to think about it anymore...

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She waited patiently as she felt the worm moving again...

And before long she got bored.

And she stayed bored.
For what seemed like hours, she just lay there, with the quivering stomach occaisionally pressing against her in one spot or another.
Just as the boredom really started to annoy her, she noticed something.
Her skin felt hot and tight, and her clothes felt strange.
She didn't feel them in spots.
And in others, she felt the wrong kind (Feeling her sweater on her left breast where the bra was supposed to be, for example).
With alarm she reached up and felt them, and indeed, the acid had eaten dozens of small holes in her clothes.
This was enough to make her panic again.
Her skin felt hot and tight, like a bad sunburn. It gradually started flaring badly, feeling like it was on fire.
She screamed and she cursed as the worm oh-so-slowly digested her alive. WHY COULDN'T IT HAVE JUST BITTEN MY HEAD OFF!? She cursed to herself.
But many more hours passed.
With the burning gradually getting worse.
After an eternity of burning, she realized she was naked, her clothes having dissolved completely, and the flesh of the stomach was sliming it's way all over her. It hurt, with her skin already so burned, but the slimyness still gave her some small amount of guilty pleasure.
Suddenly, she noticed something odd.
There was an odd sound coming from above her, and she thought the stomach was in an odd position.
More odd sounds, and another, that had sounded like...a person?
It was all muffled, but she could definately hear something.
Then she felt movement.
Subtle, but definately noticable, within the worm.
Then she heard a wet noise barely a foot from her face.
And as she lay there in amazement, Lucy's legs slimed their way across her bare chest.
Within moments, Lucy's whole body, complete with her own quickly-soaking cheerleading uniform, was on top of her.
She merely laid her head back on the soft stomach bottom and sighed.
"Heidi?" Lucy stammered. "Is that you?"
They didn't have enough time for another conversation, however, as the worm had decided it was going to have another go at the tree again...