Isopod Campgrounds (Patreon)

Sorry about the delay everyone. This was supposed to be today's early release for Titty Tuesday, but I came up with a new idea that I also wanted to post.  So enjoy this as a Patreon only exclusive!

'Patty rolled over onto her side. There it was again, that faint scratching sensation. She tried to adjust her sleeping bag, but the twitching scratch kept going. "Ughh!" she cried. "What is that?"

Annoyed with her tent-mates constant fidgeting through the night, Rachel gave up trying to shield ears and sat up. The tiny, ripped, college sweater she wore as a night gown barely covered her enormous breasts, and they swayed freely when she moved. "What is it, Patty?!" 

Patty had complained about everything from the humid air, to the smell the lake had, to the grumpy boatman at the dock. 'What is it, Patty?' had become the theme song to their camping weekend, and Rachel groaned realizing that this was a three day weekend. 

"There's something scratching at me through my blanket!" whined Patty. She shook her fist in frustration. Rachel could the blush of Patty's pink nipples rise above the neon green, spaghetti-strap tank-top hem. "It's probably just a cricket or something. It's nothing to worry about. Besides, it can't chew through the tent liner. Now go back to sleep."

Patty sneered at her unbelieving 'friend.' What did Rachel do when she told her how weird it was that it was only sixty-five degrees outside, but the air felt grimy. Or that she saw lots of dead fish in the lake, or that the boatman's pupils were red, instead of black? But not wanting to fight, again, she let out a pout and laid back down.  It probably was just a cricket.

Almost as if saying 'it was just a cricket' willed it away, the scritching-scratching had stopped. Patty could feel herself slipping away. There was a pretty cute guy working at the bait shop. She was wondering how big his cock was when-

"OW!" Patty sat straight up. Her right breast flew free from it's meager covering while her left hand shot round to feel her back. It returned slick with blood. Her mind whirled. She pulled away her sleeping bag. A shriek just escaped her lips when-

Rachel threw her sleeping bag away. Her blood was boiling. "Dammit Patty! What is-AHHH!" She screamed and nearly leapt out of the tent. 

The thing under Patty's sleeping bag wasn't a cricket. And they could HEAR more of them under the ground...