Matt McGinnis was sleeping soundly tonight. He had a day of abundant activity, what with his friends having a birthday party that he attended practically the whole afternoon and evening. Curled up in bed, his mother didn't even bother him with chores or the like, letting him sleep as he curled up beneath the covers with the quilt wrapped over him.
 
The raven-haired boy wore his sweaty shorts and tee shirt, beige and black in respective colors. Despite the mother wishing he'd changed before passing out, she made an exception this time around. It was unfortunate that it left a pungent enough odor that he was detected through the half-opened window of his bedroom. Outside, there'd be a massive silhouette, its ovular head matching the rest of the wrinkled outside as the clouded sky hid its bulk with only the faintest of lights from the outdoors showing its scarlet colored form.
 
Having emerged deep from hiberneath it had tunneled around Neo Gotham, looking for a suitable place to hunt. Here it detected an isolated quarry and using its olfactory senses it pinpointed the location. Pushing through the ground like soil it'd slide up the sheer face of the building towards his prey, leaving a slimy residue in its wake as it slinkied upward.
 
Reaching the window, it used its boneless form to squeeze the broad head that was wider than what the opening would allow. Squelching slowly into the room, it followed the scent to the sleeping son, turned onto his back and the quilt bunched past his middle and partially undone shirt. Peeling back its front in a slimy motion, four flaps opened to blossom like a flower, revealing an unusual anatomy a host of tentacles slithering in and around the front of the pinching hole that made up its inner-mouth.
 
Sinuously maneuvering as quietly as possible, it slipped out of its mouth like moist ropes, letting loose a host of slimy drops onto the blanket as it reached to wrap around the hem of the folds. Pulling back, it'd expose the prey's slope of his lower back, his rump rustling upward while his hands were sprawled in either direction. Wasting no time in giving up the opportunity of how helpless he was, the worm's mouth-tendrils began to wind around his bare belly and back, followed by the back and front of his knees then his elbows.
 
The last of which wound around his neck, causing him to stir from his slumber.
 
"Mmmmm, mom-" He began to moan out, right before it cinched at his throat, squeezing the air out of him as all the other tentacles tightened on his person. His face turned red and he immediately began to squirm, rustling the bed as he was pulled off the sweaty sheets and backwards to its slime-webbed mouth.
 
"Ullllllllllllk!" Matt gargled out, unable to work up words past the tight tendril constricting his throat. His arms tried to move pitifully, restrained to the barest of motions in addition to his legs. In a matter of moments, he felt himself pulled by the waist to ass first straight into a host of tentacles that began to coil around every exposed part of his body.
 
"Mmmmmmmmmmmph!" He moaned, his face smothered in sticky tentacles as they cocooned him in a heap of squelching and crackling flesh of adhesive properties. Barely recognizable beyond the outline of his shape, his tush soon found purchase in the pinching inner-mouth, conforming around it and squeezing him inward with his body bent forward to accommodate.
 
"HMMMMMMMMMMPH!" A vigorous struggle put up beyond the muffled scream, his flesh smothered form slowly ingested with audible churning gulps with every undulating roll of the wrinkled beast. Lathering his bum in sticky fluids, he wailed pitifully as his back to the bottom of his thighs were swallowed, his face slowly unwinded as he was losing sight of his bedroom. Feet and hands gestured in futility, tears staining his face as the four flaps of the worm's head closed with a sickly squelch closed.
 
Once he was fully swallowed, a bump of a screaming boy was heard beyond its thick, slimy hide, wriggling and pushing with all of its might. It'd slide down deep, padded walls pressing tightly on him and rubbing him with every sinuous motion to pull him farther down. As the worm began to sink back into the earth, his rolling bulge would disappear underground first, where no one would hear him cry out in agony as he'd be digested without remorse.