Slugs II, Part 12 - Female Version

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Summary: Cona is impregnated with a massive, mutated slug. And unfortunately for those around her, the condition proves contagious. Contains: belly expansion, breast expansion, butt expansion, bug expansion, unbirthing.

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When Cona came to, she was sprawled on the floor on her back, and she felt entirely…odd. She opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling, blinking until it was no longer blurry. As she laid there and attempted to determine what was so unusual about the sensation of her body, she realized that it was in fact the lack of sensation. The lack of a heavy, tight mass on her abdomen, pinning her against the floor. With a shaking breath, Cona ran her fingers over her stomach, and miraculously, blessedly, the mass was gone. She was still rather bloated around her midsection, but no longer was she touting a boulder of a mound, squirming and threatening to burst forth at any moment.

So I did it, Cona thought, continuing to breathe hard. The birth was a success!

But as Cona slowly lifted her throbbing head and looked around, her surroundings seemed like anything but a success story.

The place was a mess. The large salt-water bucket was top-sided, a puddle lying on the floor. The stomach pump machine was broken apart in the kitchen. Beside it, Misty was lying prone and unconscious as a stray slug worked its way into her mouth. If the scientist was infested, it was a minor case so far. Her stomach was not showing as of yet.

In contrast, Megan was sprawled on the floor by the couch, trying and failing to climb to her feet. Her belly was a massive, pulsating mound that had burst free of her clothes. Cona could see tennis-ball sized masses rising, and bulging as they rolled against the taut surface of her skin, before sinking again as Megan grunted and squirmed. Though Cona felt inclined to comfort Megan, given the other woman’s evident panic, instinct told Cona to get as far away from Megan as possible and never look back. Cona could envision himself getting in her car, driving off, and leave her hell-hole of an apartment behind. In fact, Cona suspected that she very well would have done it, had she thought she was capable of moving. But as things were, she felt feeble and exhausted. Any headway she made in lifting himself from the ground resulted in her promptly falling back down, banging her head on the floor, and seeing stars.

I’ve been through a lot, Cona admitted, her hips throbbing, and her groin sore. Her body felt like it had been crushed by a steamroller and then torn apart. Her abdominals didn’t even seem to know how to work anymore. Cona sighed and cushioned the back of her throbbing head with one of her arms. She just had to relax. She had to let her body recover a bit, and then she would run off.

But as Cona spotted the massive, fat—thing—lazily squirming across the room, awkwardly flailing beneath its own great weight, Cona’s efforts to get up were suddenly renewed. Doubled. Tripled. She struggled to get up.

It was the slug. Her slug. It resembled an elliptical gray beanbag as it sluggishly dragged itself across the floor, moving in inches, fat as it was. The gigantic slug left behind a thick trail of transparent slime as it proceeded to wherever it was heading off.

Just the sight of it left Cona fighting not to retch. She couldn’t fathom how she had managed to give birth to the thing. It was just massive! Disgusting! It looked like the slug was the one containing a full-grown woman.

Cona heard a male voice whimper, and her eyes darted to Tim. She had not noticed him at first, because he was seated in a corner, his head down, and back against the wall. He was conscious but disoriented, a thin trail of blood dripping from his hairline. Cona also saw that his ankle was a nasty purple shade, and twisted at a strange angle. The slug was headed straight for him!

Cona managed to lift her back several inches off the floor, desperate to get to her feet, though she didn’t know whether it was to help the others or simply run off and save herself from a possible relapse of infestation. She hissed in discomfort as her nipples ached, and she did her best to ignore the wet patches growing on her shirt.

Yet again, Cona’s muscles resigned, and she found himself again plopping against the living room floor. She breathed heavily, but quietly, hoping to avoid notice by any stray slugs. She watched helplessly as the massive slug cornered Tim, who was now squirming in fear. Like Cona, Tim tried and failed to get up, his bottom connecting with the floor as he released a pained yelp.

He was wearing slacks, and fidgeting madly. He shivered as the giant slug made contact with his uninjured ankle. The creature tried to squeeze inside Tim’s pant leg, but only managed to tear it apart. It had plump grooves, and seemed to be pulsating—Tim shuddered. By impulse, the slug made its way towards the nearest human orifice, as though it didn’t know how massive it was.

Tim began to sob in panic as he squirmed madly, but the mass of the slug easily pinned his pelvis against the wall. In a desperate measure, he wrenched herself to all fours, and attempted to crawl away, but the slug was already—attached to him. Cona stared in horror as Tim’s face reddened, and the very tip of the slug pushed into his opening with the aid of its coat of slime. “Oh god, oh no!” he cried, trembling violently as the slug pulsed, and another two inches of its mass was pushed through.

He sunk to his elbows, his bottom in the air as he gasped, reddened, and groaned as the slug throbbed. The incredibly fat mass of the creature simply seemed too massive to negotiate his small opening. And his slim body was just too small to accommodate such a thing.

Still, the slug pulsed, Tim releasing a surprised grunt every time the creature shifted another inch inside of him. His legs were spread wide now, his whole body quavering in discomfort. His face had gotten redder, beads of sweat gleaming on his temples, as he pressed his lips and feebly pawed at the floor, his hips throbbing and ass swelling as he took in more of the slug.

The slug twisted violently, as though with impatience. Tim yelped as he was flung onto his back. He continued to groan and cry out between his ongoing violation and his swollen ankle. “Oh god, oh god, nnnggggg…annggghhhh!”

Now the slug was shoving into him impatiently, his hips bulging with its thrusts, and looking like they might break. From this position, Cona could see Tim’s belly had already swollen to look as though he was seven months pregnant, and the slug was proceeding with such haste through his opening, it looked as though nearly half of it was inside of him, though it was hard to tell.

Tim was so tiny. Cona couldn’t help cringing at every moment of his ordeal. Now the slug’s vicious squirms and thrusts were partially lifting him off the ground at times, his bottom rising from the floor as he groaned and struggled. His belly looked tight and flushed, having long since pushed out beneath his shirt. It gleamed with sweat just like the rest of him, and was beginning to look as though he was due with twins.

“Nnngghhh…someone…h-elp…I…I ca-can’t…take…anymore!” Tim grunted out, a vein now bulging on his temple. And to Cona’s horror, he caught her eye. “C-Cona… Cona…”

Cona stared at him in silent horror.

“Mmmphhh…” Tim grunted out with another thrust. He pressed his lips, looking like he didn’t even want to speak anymore. He squeezed his eyes shut, as though waiting for his own impending doom. With another thrust, his mouth fell open, and a small squeak burst up his throat. Some drool rolled down his chin, his pupils blown. And still, the slug continued to work.

Cona was almost relieved when Tim’s eyes rolled upwards, and he passed out, there on the floor. His belly looked overdue with quadruplets, and was still rapidly swelling. It looked painfully tight and pressurized, even compared to the way Cona’s belly had been. It bobbed forebodingly as the slug continued to proceed. Cona was almost relieved when the end of the slug finally disappeared beyond Tim’s flushed hole.

He was truly massive, and Cona didn’t imagine he would be able to get up without assistance, if at all. Small and thin as he was, he would be completely unbalanced, and ill-equipped to carry the mass. Even there pinned beneath it, Tim’s breathing was harsh and shallow.

His belly button throbbed, and as his belly shuddered, it seemed almost painful. But the slug seemed content as ever. Tim released a quiet groan, and his stomach growled.

Cona was not surprised by the slug’s hunger. The young man looked as though if he didn’t put on some fat, he truly might just burst right open. The thought made Cona wonder about the slug’s end-goal.

But as much as Cona had contemplated it in the past, she truly did not want to think about what would become of Tim, and the slug. Though of one thing she was certain. The slug had no intention of relinquishing its new home.

The End