Nest, Part 2 - Male Version

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Note: This is a male version of Nest.

Summary: Connor is pregnant with large alien beetles which crawl in an out of him at their whim and are forming a nest inside his abdomen. Contains: Male: belly expansion, breast expansion, unbirthing, and more...

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Connor continued to find the bugs, not just on his body, but in his briefs. And frequently. He found himself scrambling out of his underwear at least twice a week. He didn’t know what to say to his family, besides continuing to complain about the presence of the bugs. The house had already been fumigated twice, but it did nothing to mitigate the severity of Connor’s problem.

Charlie and Mom seemed to be fine, though. They hardly ever saw the bugs and weren’t bothered by them. This just frustrated Connor more. Why did the weird insects seem to be targeting him?

One night during dinner, he felt a familiar wriggling around his ass. But not just in his briefs. The insect was deeper. He felt it against his butt crack. No—it was inside.

Releasing a yelp, Connor leapt to his feet and ran off, his mother and brother staring in shock after him. He hurried into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him, before all but ripping off his clothes. He didn’t see the insect when he jerked down his pants, and found himself desperately reaching into his hole to scoop the insect out. Once it smacked to the floor between his feet, he began to gag.

What kind of a bug crawled up a person’s ass? This couldn’t go on. It was fucking disgusting.

Connor went to his room and pulled out two pairs of tight briefs. He pulled out some lube as well and grimaced as he eased himself down on an anal plug he had received as a gag gift from that one semester he’d tried football. He knew that it wouldn’t stop the bugs from getting into his clothes, but would at least prevent them from crawling up his ass again.

His appetite gone, Connor collapsed to his bed and curled up on his side. He squeezed his eyes shut until he dozed off, with the lights on, and the thought that he couldn’t wait to be out of his family’s insect-infested house.

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When Connor awoke in the middle of the night, it was to the horrifying sensation of another bug just within his rectum, only this one was more intense, more wide, as though it wasn’t one bug, but several.

Somehow he withheld a stream of obscenities as he scrambled up and pulled down his shorts and briefs only to see that his plug was still in place. Baffled, he pulled the plug free, causing several insects to sprinkle to the ground around his feet. He dropped the plug in shock before stumbling back, falling onto the bed, where he winced. His butt was sore.

“How the hell…” he trailed off. There was no way those fat bugs could have crawled past the butt plug. It was fitted too tight, it just wasn’t possible.

The only other explanation was that the insects hadn’t come from outside of him, but that…well, it didn’t make sense. It wasn’t even possible.

Connor felt numb. He looked down at his floor, though by then, the insects had predictably scrambled off with no trace. He recovered the anal plug and took it to the bathroom, where he washed it in the sink. He pulled down his briefs and groaned as he replaced the device, then gingerly climbed back into bed. But rather than going to sleep, he lay there with the lights on. He didn’t even put on shorts or pajamas, he just lay in his briefs, with the sheets off. He focused his eyes on the mattress, waiting for a bug to crawl onto him. None did.

It was probably hours that he stayed awake, but Connor was focused. He needed answers, and he needed them desperately. Just when the sky began to lighten from black to navy hues, Connor experienced a familiar wriggling shallow in his hole, and felt something nudging against the sheathed part of the plug.

He pulled down his briefs and push gently until something small popped free. Another bug. Another bug had appeared, and not from outside of his body. Somehow, it had come from…within.

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Connor was dazed.

He didn’t know how to react besides the underlying disgust that had colored his everyday life. Only, it was a deeper, more depressing sensation that he was offered no release from at any point that day.

The insects had crawled out of his body. All this time, he had thought that his house was infested with bugs. But as it turned out, he was the one who was infested.

He didn’t even know how it was possible. He went on the internet and did a search for terms like “human parasites,” and “purple bugs,” but he never came up with helpful results, and he could not find the odd, fat insects that seemed to be crawling out of his body.

He found himself squirming and fidgeting throughout the day, even when he couldn’t feel them on him. He thought about seeing a doctor, but it was too humiliating.

As far as he could tell from his online research, few parasites could do serious harm to his body. He decided that rather than seeing the family doctor, and having his mortifying medical issue get back to his parents, he would wait for a chance to see a new physician, one that his parents weren’t familiar with.

It was still very odd. He knew on some level it was hardly normal, or even really—possible, was it? Actual bugs, crawling out of someone’s body. They were insects. They crawled around, visible, and functional in air, scuttling about his bedroom. There was something very unnerving about that. He just hoped that no one realized what was going on before he got the issue under control.

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His stomach was gassy.

It was constantly groaning or bubbling, and he would massage it at night as he belched and tried to kneed out the gas.

He was only getting fatter, and heavier, his body more awkward. He seemed to have been hit with a slew of medical issues all at once, but did his best to distract himself.

It wasn’t easy. He was now finding bugs nightly, usually in his briefs, and not just one or two, but small clumps. It was disgusting. The ones that he could catch were flushed down the toilet. The others were content to scuttle around his room, popping up when he opened drawers or moved furniture. His family members made no mention of a growing insect infestation, so it seemed to be isolated to his bedroom, at least for the time being.

Sometimes when he saw the insects, he wondered if they weren’t bigger than they had been originally. They looked fat and squishy, and as much as he thought about crushing them, he was just too disgusted. He continued to catch the ones he could and dispose of them in the toilet. He was becoming desensitized to the bugs. At times he would pick them up with his fingers, when in the past, he would never have considered it.

Well, they had been inside of him. It was hard to be squeamish when the bugs had actually come from his own body.

The sheer number of them was alarming. How could his body be producing so many? Unless they were…reproducing—well, obviously they were. Wasn’t that what parasites did? Digesting it all was rather dizzying.

His stomach continued to swell.

Connor tried to alter his wardrobe, wearing loose jerseys or baggy T-shirts in an attempt to disguise the way his stomach was growing. It was an odd accompaniment to his infestation, in a way that was almost…not coincidental. Oftentimes his gut would lurch, or tickle, and tingle in a way that made him feel as though things were crawling around on his insides. But most of the time he tried his best not to think about it. Because when he did, it became exceedingly obvious what was going on.

His appetite continued to surge, but in peculiar ways. He discovered a fondness of all foods, even those he had previously disliked. He gravitated towards anything sweet: chocolates, pastries, honeys, syrups. One night he found himself scooping spoonfuls of sugar out of the sack, and allowing each to melt in his mouth. He took the whole thing back to his room, and feigned obliviousness when his mother asked if he had seen it.

His belly was getting firmer. It was almost oddly round, and made him look as though he was six months pregnant, despite his being a guy. Charlie sometimes looked at him oddly and Mom seemed concerned. Connor knew that he should expect a conversation any day now.

Testing was stressful. After all, these grades might determine the trajectory of his life. Connor found himself with a full bottle of syrup stuffed in his backpack, and whenever he got the chance, he snuck off to the bathroom and found himself sucking down large gulps of it. His thighs quivered and his hole had the perpetual sense of being occupied. It was unnerving, the sensitivity of it all. He felt jittery from the sensation and it didn’t help with his growing panic.

Midway through an exam, his ass tingled, and he could feel something wriggling, pushing into his briefs. But it didn’t stop. More and more insects pushed out of his opening, forming a lump in the seat of his shorts as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat, feeling the insects squirm against him.

It was such an unpleasant sensation. He felt as though his skin was crawling. He felt his hole stretch farther as more insects happily exited, as though to sabotage his efforts to get into a good college.

His belly felt as though it was throbbing. His skin was sweaty and flushed, and sort of itching. He tried in vain to focus on his exam, and was repetitively brought back to the growing discomfort and embarrassment in his ass. What if someone had begun to notice? What if the bugs started spilling out of his pants, right there in the exam room?

He raced his way through the remainder of the questions, knowing that he wasn’t doing nearly his best. Almost hysterical in his frustration, he heaved himself up and hurried off to the nearest bathroom, not daring to look back to see if anyone had noticed his dilemma or if he was spilling any bugs in his wake.

Once he had locked himself in a stall, Connor pulled down his pants, only for a fat blob of the bugs the spill onto the floor. He moaned in disgust, stumbling slightly as some began to crawl right back up his legs. Others scrambled off, seeking to get out of the light. Connor shuddered silently as he felt bugs squish back into him as yet others crawled out, and he was helpless to stop it.

He went home with the sensation of more insects pouring out of his hole. He went straight to his room and locked himself in, before stripping off his shorts and briefs, and standing sideways in the mirror.

Every few seconds, a fat purple insect emerged from his crack and dropped freely to the floor. He could see and feel it. There was no question of whether he was producing them. They were coming from inside of him, from in his…stomach. He cupped his bloated mound in unease. He couldn’t imagine how much there were, but there had to be a lot, for them to be stretching his stomach, pushing it outwards. It was unnervingly extreme.

Over dinner that night, Mom finally decided to ask Connor about the weight gain.

“It’s just stress.” His insides churned as his hole tingled, and he clenched his ass as tightly as he could. “I'll drop it off after I get sorted with college. God, I didn't think I looked that bad.”

“Of course not!” Mom quickly cut in. “I’ve just been worried about you. You seem really anxious lately. Are you sure everything is okay?”

Connor felt his cheeks heat up. Charlie was looking at him dubiously.

“Everything’s fine,” Connor grumbled as he bitterly bit into a fried chicken leg.