Slugs II, Part 11 - 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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There was more banging on the front door. Cona just found herself staring at Megan’s form on the bed. She thought she could detect the faintest hint of swelling on Megan’s abdomen, but Cona told herself that she was imagining it. She wanted to believe she was imagining it. Cona awkwardly climbed up to the bed and tried to shake Megan awake, but the other woman was completely out of it, as she mumbled incoherently and drew away from Cona’s contact.

Cona was jolted at the sound of the banging intensifying. With some awkwardness, she squeezed what she could of her ass into a pair of shorts as she sat there on the edge of the bed, her ass cheeks bulging heavily out of it. With just her shrunken T-shirt covering her torso, she heaved herself up again, grunting out as she did. Her back strained as she got herself fully on her feet, her face reddening as she desperately gripped at as much as she could of the mound. She felt as though she was toting around a massive, stuffed beachball. Cona waddled forward awkwardly, her belly rocking uncomfortably. She gasped for breath as she worked her way out of the bedroom, her plump E-cups tingling, and her distended nipples beginning to drip. It felt like some while before Cona made it to the front door. She flung it open and was unsurprised by who stood on the other side. “Misty,” Cona gasped out.

Misty stood there stunned, her eyes widening as she regarded Cona’s swollen form. Standing beside Misty, Tim released an undignified squawk. It wasn’t the best reaction, but Cona was pretty resigned by then.

“Ho boy,” said Misty, her eyes still bulging.

“Yeah,” Cona managed, feeling flushed. She continued to strain and grip what she could of her mound, her back positively burning by then.

“We’re going upstairs,” said Tim gently, his lips drawn in his shock.

“What?” said Cona. “But I have—” Her thoughts flickered to Megan. “I can’t—no, I can’t go o-outside like this.”

Cona was surprised as her protests went completely ignored, and as Tim and Misty took hold of both of her arms. She feebly resisted, but this just made her fear she might topple over. Instead she was helpless as Misty and Tim dragged her up the basement stairs and through the front door of Misty’s house. By then, Cona was so breathless, she felt like she might pass out.

She was then pushed down onto a medical bed, and she was too exhausted for protests. Misty and Tim worked quickly, as though fearing she might grow more in the span of time it would take for set-up. Before Cona knew it, they had set up an IV line in her arm, and were rapidly pumping drugs into her veins.

“We’ll do this quickly,” said Misty, sweating. She still didn’t look terribly optimistic. “Cona, forgive us, but we have to work fast.”

Cona was a bit out of it by then. Between her weight pressing on her torso, her leftover inebriation from the night before, the beginnings of a hangover, and the various drugs, which included a light sedative and muscle relaxants apparently, she was rather disoriented. She sunk and wondered how the scientist could possibly expect her to birth the slug while under the influence of a sedative, but when she felt her abdomen give a forceful lurch, Cona suddenly felt wide awake.

Cona began to sweat in nervousness as the bed was adjusted so that more pressure was placed on her loins. Misty gave Cona another dosage of something—in fact, it seemed like extra dosages of everything! But between her breathlessness and disorientation, Cona could merely fumble for words.

“This is going to be difficult Cona,” said Misty in sympathy. “Painful too. But I fear this is your last chance.”

Still, Cona resisted, and tried to get up, but found herself being firmly held to the table. Misty looked mournful and regretful, but Tim’s eyes were full of hope. “Ohhhhhhh!” Cona groaned out as the slug lurched again, this time painfully. She gripped at her mound, but it was rapidly shifting on her body. This was happening quite fast, leaving her full of nerves.

“Mffgghhh….nggghhh!” Now the shifts and lurches were coming in powerful throbs, Cona’s belly swelling out then in again. On instinct, she spread her legs wide, and felt herself crying. She squirmed and kicked out, begging for it to stop. Her legs spread more. This was absolutely mortifying. She felt her shorts beginning to tear apart before Misty even had the chance to pull them down.

Now her loins was burning, and the slugs was again beginning to breech her, wiggling fretfully as it did. “Nrrrggggghhhh…” Cona groaned, her hips swollen and pelvis aching. Her belly was oh so low again, terribly and uncomfortably, settling heavily on her gender as her groin tingled despite it all. “No, no, no…” Cona moaned, rubbing her hands up and down her mound as her breasts swelled and seeped into her shrinking shirt.

“You have to keep going,” Tim urged in her ear.

Cona groaned in self-disgust as she seeped around the creature. The slug pushed more, causing her to release a surprised yelp. She trembled, and groaned, and was soon back to trying to escape. She felt the tip of the slug wriggling fretfully outside of her now, and Misty and Tim continued to keep her firmly pinned against the bed.

“You’re doing great,” Tim said, lifting one of Cona’s legs, hoping to give her more leverage.

Cona moaned and fought her damndest against her urge to push. The slug was stretching her impossibly, leaving her body shuddering, and her face flushed red. Her arms roved helplessly up and down her swollen body. She felt her fingers drawing up her shirt, releasing the overheated mounds on her chest, her nipples pushing out thin streams of milk as they wobbled with Cona’s whimpers and groans.

“Keep going…”

She could hardly breathe by then. Admittedly, the slug was doing most of the work. The more it resisted, the more it seemed to push out of her. She didn’t know how much was in or how much had exited, she just knew that she was being stretched more than she had ever been in her life. She didn’t want it to proceed farther. It was too big. It was practically part of her by then. She wished she could vocalize this truth, but didn’t seem to have the air capacity in her lungs to do so. Instead she allowed them to continue to torture her, keeping her knees drawn up so there was no way she could hinder the process.

She grunted, feeling herself stretching more, stretching impossibly.

“Keep pushing!”

“Nrrrgghhhh…godddd!” she moaned in protest, her eyes squeezed shut as sweat dripped down her throbbing body. She glimpsed her mound, flushed, sleek, and quite low on her torso. She screamed in pain as Tim began to apply pressure to it with his fingers.

“Stop!” Cona choked out. “Please—oh god!” Her groin was on fire. She felt her hips throbbing at her flanks, absolutely huge. And still, the slug’s length continued to proceed forward.

Suddenly there was a crashing noise. The trio looked up in surprise as the front door was flung open, where it banged hard against the wall. Through her pain, wet lashes, and blurred vision, Cona somehow made out the figure standing there in the doorframe.

“M-Megan?”

The woman in question staggered forward, presently clutching at a small mound in her shirt. Looking panicked, Megan began to speak, but was abruptly cut off when her body shuddered. She looked down at her pant leg, and began to kick wildly, before drawing it up to reveal an avocado-sized slug crawling along her skin.

Megan was looking positively alarmed. She continued to fumble and try to brush the creature off.

With a gasp, Misty left Cona’s side and hurried over to the front door, where she was quick to shut it, but Cona could already see slugs beginning to squeeze their way beneath it. They seemed to have followed Megan from downstairs. Misty then gave Megan a stunned look, before hurrying off out of the room, perhaps to get the stomach pump. In the meantime, Tim stayed by Cona, and encouragingly squeezed her hand.

“It’s fine Cona, just k-keep breathing. Don’t stop. You’re doing—”

Megan released a shrill scream as she staggered about the room, flailing. “They’re trying to get—inside of me—oh god!” Now she was pounding at her thigh, her fists simply bouncing against the slug as the creature proceeded up the inside of her leg. And more were rapidly approaching the young woman from the door. Tim’s eyes never left the scene, and he looked like she might bolt.

“Mmmffghhhh!” Cona grunted out, as the massive slug inside of her shifted out at least another two inches. She twisted uncomfortably, trying and failing to clench it in place. The thing was practically impaling her! Her back arching, she gripped tightly as the sheets till her knuckles turned white.

She continued to hear Megan banging around in distress, knocking down everything her path. Cona opened her eyes just in time to see Megan flopping down on the floor as another of the slugs pushed into her, vaginally. Cona wanted to calm her down, reassure her, but she was a bit short on breath.

Megan writhed on the ground. “Oh no, oh g-god…” She choked on a slug, then swallowed it down, a violated expression on her face. “What are these things?” She looked up at Cona. “What’s happening? W-why are you—?” Her eyes widened at the sight of the massive slug protruding from Cona’s abused opening. “Oh god, oh g-mffghh…” Megan was interrupted as another fat slug forced itself down her throat.

Cona feebly tried to move, but Tim continued to hold her down. She couldn’t handle this. It was all just too much! She struggled to breathe, and struggled in general, yelping out as her slug pushed out yet more. She could hear the large bucket of salt water beneath the table jostle—the place where her slug was expected to plop down.

“Almost there Cona…” Tim breathed as he looked around for Misty.

Cona pushed and pushed, her body hot and red, her pelvis screaming, her hips feeling like they might burst. Soon Tim looked hopeful, and was fumbling with some tongs. Cona could hear a blood-curdling screaming filling the air, and it took a while for her to realize that it was coming out of her throat.

In the meantime, Megan’s body was just crawling with slugs, the smaller ones, that could easily be expelled via a stomach pump. Her abdomen was swelling rapidly, diamonds of plump flesh forming between her shirt buttons. Tim gave a wary look as Megan managed to get herself back up to her feet. She began to stagger right for them.

“Gaaahhh!” Tim wailed as Megan came crashing their way. She banged hard against the medical bed, Tim’s petite body flung aside. Cona could only yelp as she watched the bed begin to topside towards the wall. And after that, everything was dark.

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