Slime, Part 6
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Summary: Eve finds herself pregnant with a strange, alien slime, and starts giving birth to slime babies. Contains: Female: belly expansion, breast expansion, butt expansion, alien impregnation, unbirthing, and more.
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Eve was ravenous lately. It had been two weeks, and over that time her hunger had continued to grow. She would scarf down the provided meals then beg for more, or she would be left wanting and groaning as her slime belly shivered, and she curled in on herself against the aches and need.
She needed increasing amounts of food just to be sated. The scientists provided her caloric desires with distrust and caginess. But they clearly did not want to see how the slime would react if it did not gain its dietary needs.
And still the hunger grew. Eve was often fed cheap things, mostly fast food delivered to the lab. For a single lunch, she managed to gobble down thirteen cheeseburgers, five vanilla shakes, and a mountain of greasy fries, by which point she had barely gotten the edge off her hunger. Dinner was an equivalent amount of tacos, but at Eve’s whining, pleading, and eventual furious screams, she was provided with three extra-large double-cheese pepperoni pizzas. The hunger was so potent, it was almost painful, and it scared her a little.
Yet all she could manage to think about was food lately, aside from the underlying edginess that was growing every day. A sense of agitation, that she needed to be doing something. Or that something was coming.
She tried to act calm and cool. She didn’t need any additional restrictions implemented on her. Some of her observers seemed to be positively yearning to do something drastic about this whole mess. Eve never got used to the cold stares directed at her from the other side of the glass.
Her slime-belly was growing every day, and getting truly massive. It seemed less shiny and sleek, and more pale than usual, almost as though it could have been her own skin. Her overseers continued to examine it with what seemed a growing sense of unease. Eve could relate. Somehow the slime was constantly evolving.
Eve looked as though she had a beach ball attached to her torso. Her belly had far outgrown the hospital gown she had been fitted with originally, the stiff fabric now bunched atop it. The entirety of Eve’s abdomen protruded out visibly. Her lower body was bare, covered only by a white pair of panties stretched taut against Eve’s swollen slime ass and hips, the back dipping between plump cheeks, fabric strained into a thong.
Over time, and after days of lingering like a secondary, over-sensitized clit, the shaft had retracted entirely back into her body. She did not know why it had disappeared, or for what purpose it had existed in the first place, but she was aware that it could regrow just as spontaneously and at any given moment. And she wasn’t even certain about how she felt about that occurring. Sometimes she almost missed the feel of it.
Her breasts were F-cups, perched on her belly, so plump and fat they ached from their saturation. They only leaked occasionally now, though her nipples were fat and distended to an unnatural degree. The mounds rocked with every minute movement. Not that Eve was doing a lot of moving lately. She could stand for minutes at best before she was left sweating and gasping. Her stride had devolved to a painfully slow wobble that made it so time-consuming to get from one side of the room to the other, it usually wasn’t worth the effort.
Things were progressing, yet nothing was being resolved. The slime still did not allow the other scientists to touch it. The lab had yet to find anything that would deter the slime from its parasitic behavior or to stop the growth. It wasn’t so much taking over more of Eve’s body, as it was taking over the space around her. It continued to advance forward, swelling, widening every day as she tried to bear the weight of it all. Sometimes she imagined she had a small bolder pinned against her torso. Her nipples began to sting more than ever before. Her insides twitched and shivered.
Eve gasped awake one night.
She was lying on her side, in one of the scant sleeping positions that was possible anymore. Her belly was perched on the mattress before her, heaving independently of the rest of her. It had really paled lately, now only a faint green hue. It made the situation all the more terrifying. Feeling the urge to empty her bladder, Eve shifted, initiating the arduous task of getting up. It took a while to tip her belly against her lap, consequently getting herself seated upright, and left gasping for breath as her thighs instantly started to go numb.
She painstakingly began to shift herself towards the edge of the mattress, where she finally managed to plant her feet against the floor.
Sitting there on the bed, Eve decided to allow herself a small break. She blinked around the room, allowing her eyes to adjust to the darkness.
She was getting weirdly accustomed to the privacy offered to her at night. In the first two weeks living full-time at the lab, there had been a fleet of scientists observing her at all hours, even as she slept. But now, they were replaced with several cameras fixed on all corners of her room. Perhaps there was a doctor or two about the lab just in case, but Eve was no longer being observed as diligently as she had been previously.
This was a relief but also a source of anxiety. Her containment here was becoming a regular thing. There were few prospects of change. Everyone was getting comfortable with things as they were, Eve included.
But this was no life for a human being.
“Nnghhhh…” Eve moaned quietly, hand reaching up to grip the side of her belly. That had been an odd sensation. She planted her hands on either side of her on the mattress, taking long breaths. She felt the renewed urge to use the bathroom, but also the urge to leave. The agitation was present and at full power. She couldn’t be here. She—she needed—she needed to— “Errrgghhhhmphhhh,” she muffled the end of her groan into her arm, not wanting to draw the attention of scientists who might have been watching her remotely. That had been an even odder sensation. Her belly was alive with powerful, clenching shudders.
Panic giving her strength, Eve forced herself to her feet with a groan. But the moment she was standing, she felt as though she could plop down, or rather, that some of her would, like she couldn’t contain the slime, firm on her torso, where it belonged. Something was unlatching inside her, painfully wrenching as it sagged in her body. “Oh god,” she hissed, staggering to a wall and pressing herself there as hard as she could. She pinned her belly against it, but it was no use. One hand clutched the wall as the other held the side of her gut as sweat poured in droplets from the tip of her nose. She hissed and shifted as she tried to bear the pain twisting inside her.
Something was coming. It didn’t make sense, but she could feel it. The pressure was unbelievable. Eve moaned as her belly gave another forceful heave. She struggled her best to stay on her feet.
She could feel the heaviness shift low on her pelvis. She choked on a terrified laugh, then instinctively pressed harder into the wall, as if to stop it, or just slow it down. “Nnghhh…nooooooo,” she pleaded in a whimper. Her pelvis tightened to the point that her hips felt like they could split. She unconsciously arched against the incredible pressure of it. She felt something steadily sinking towards her groin, to the extent that she could actually feel the tension on her vagina, lips shuddering open.
Then everything paused, and an even stranger tension shivered through her.
Maybe she was losing her mind, but accompanying the pressure on her labia was an even more forceful pressure on her anus. Maybe she had to defecate. But as the huge weight lurched even farther downward, Eve found herself releasing short terrified whines as pressure turned to pain, and she felt her anus stretching against something that felt massive.
Almost simultaneously the mass against her groin shuddered another inch downwards, then remained there, as though stuck. “Ngghhh…” Eve grunted, in pain and baffled. She felt dizzy and overwhelmed, and suddenly wanted to sit down, but wasn’t even sure that was possible. She was being stretched from two orifices.
“Oh god, oh god…” Eve blinked against tears, feeling the urge to push, but resistant to the prospect because of the incrementally growing pain. “Fuhhhh…” she breathed as her belly rolled in a powerful contraction. The mass at her rectum shuddered forward, stretching her till it burned. “Nnnooo.” She reached back, cupped her stretched anus. She felt the simultaneous desperation to keep these things inside of her but also to get them out. Against her better judgement, she pushed with the next forceful clench of her belly.
Both masses quaked but neither moved an inch. Eve’s skin was tingling; burning. She felt so hot, so weary and sweaty. She couldn’t believe how stretched she was, more so than seemed humanly possible. And it would only get worse. If things actually progressed. As it was, these masses were stuck there in her pelvis, each probably impeded by the presence of the other. Eve’s legs felt weak and rubbery. Somehow she lowered herself to her knees, pressing her belly harder than ever into the wall.
Another powerful roll seizing her, Eve bared down with a cry of pain. This time the mass at her vagina pushed forward an inch or two, stretching her until she whimpered. It ached and burned, muscles clenching around the foreign body. Why was the slime doing this to her? It was like she was giving birth.
“Errgghhhhhh!” Eve grunted with the next contraction, this time the mass at her anus making a decent amount of progress. She reached behind her, hand contacting with something smooth and sleek, actually crowing there. She gasped for breath. The opening was sore and trembling, feeling on the brink of tearing. It hurt so badly. She just wanted it out of her.
Eve moaned pitifully against her cleavage. She felt grateful for the support of the wall, because she was certain she would have collapsed by now without it. Her nipples ached and stung, and she could feel warm moisture rolling along the underside of the bloated mounds as her nipples pulsed gently. Her thighs trembled, propped wide open to accommodate whatever was proceeding towards her opening.
“Mmmghhhh…” She felt almost too exhausted to do more than hum as her belly quaked painfully, as she pushed as hard as she could, till she couldn’t breathe, and felt both masses mercifully and horribly proceeding. The mass as her vagina was crowing now, she could sense it, could feel the stretch. The one exiting her anus was a good deal out of her body. Oh god, oh god… was all Eve could think. How much longer would this go on?
The lights turned one. She didn’t know whether or not to be relieved when two scientists hurried in, looking at her in shock. Eve imagined she was quite the sight—perched on her knees in a puddle of sweat, slumped belly-first against the wall, hospital gown drawn high, and two—unidentified—masses protruding partway out of her ass and vagina as she whimpered like a wounded animal. Body shaking. Tits leaking.
“What is going on!?” one of the scientists demanded.
Eve could almost laugh at how ludicrous the question was. How the fuck should I know?
Another contraction. Eve choked, and whined, and pushed. She was stretching—stretching too much. This was going to rip her to pieces. She—she couldn’t—!
Something plopped onto the ground with an audible splat. Eve gasped for breath, tears pouring down her face. The mass at her anus had finally exited her. She didn’t know what it was, but it had felt huge.
Through the trauma, weariness, and awareness that something was still presently lodged heavily in her vagina, partway out of her, and ready to proceed at any moment, Eve somehow managed to crane her neck to see behind her. She needed to know what her body had produced.
She blinked through her wet lashes and frowned at the form of a baby—made entirely of slime—squirming against the cool marble floor.
