Slugs II, Part 6 - 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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Cona was somewhat unnerved by Zoe’s physical and mental state. Cona wondered whether Zoe would go back to normal in time. Maybe she should see a doctor. Zoe seemed almost…traumatized.

Cona looked down at herself, at the round mound attached to her torso. Cona just reminded herself that this would be over soon. She would deal with any after-effects once she got there.

The slug wriggled slightly, causing Cona to redden, her loins tingling as well. How could she be aroused by this? Cona was disgusted by herself. Her head down, Cona made her way to her office. She closed the door, but even so, two large glass windows looked right into the office from the main floor. The firm had an open-door policy, after all.

Cona sat down and tried to focus on getting work done. She busied herself with paperwork for most of the day. Occasionally her stomach grumbled, causing her to groan. Cona tried not to think about food. She didn’t even look through the glass window to see what her employees were having for lunch. But as the day wore on, Cona’s hunger grew and grew. Soon she was flushed and sweating, and her belly was tensing in pain and discomfort. “Okay, okay…” she groaned, opening a drawer and pulling out some menus. She supposed she could order five, no, two…two pizzas. “I’ll have two pizzas,” Cona said to herself breathlessly as she lifted up the phone.

Compulsively, she ended up loading the deep-dish pies up with extra cheese, steak, pepperoni, sausage, alfredo sauce, and fried chicken skin—the restaurant’s specialty. Cona could hardly focus as she waited. The slug squirmed again, and soon she could feel moisture seeping into her panties. She heaved herself up and headed to her office bathroom, where she pulled down her pants and sat down on the toilet, allowing her fluids to trickle from between her legs. She resisted the urge to finger herself. This was neither the time nor place.

When her body had settled down, Cona sat there panting for a while. She flushed the toilet, went to the sink, and washed her hands. She splashed her face with water, repetitively, trying to cool her heated skin. As she straightened, she looked herself over in the mirror. Her clothes seemed tighter on her than ever, pasted against her bloated mound. And her chest felt sore, her nipples aching. In fact, her breasts seemed more bloated than they had been that morning.

Gulping, Cona turned away from the mirror and walked back out of the bathroom. As she did, there was a knock on the office door, and Cona could see that the pizza delivery boy had arrived. Her belly lurched, almost in anticipation, her loins tingling again to Cona’s surprise.

Holding her lower belly, Cona made her way to the door and awkwardly took the two pizzas as the delivery guy stared.

The delivery boy was decidedly surprised. The development of Cona’s mound had been very abrupt. The delivery boy remembered Cona from the last time she had ordered pizzas from that restaurant, when Cona had been slim and lean, several weeks before.

“You can just put it on the company account,” said Cona awkwardly, handing the pizza guy some bills for the tip.

The pizza boy blinked out of his reverie, took the money, and hurried off, not without giving Cona several alarming glances in his retreat.

Her cheeks reddening, Cona closed her office door. She lowered the extra-large pies to the desk, opened the first box, and nearly lost herself right there as she was immersed in the meaty, cheesy aroma of the meal.

Cona struggled to maintain control. She could see some people watching her from the corner of her eyes, as though they were curious of what Cona’s diet was like for her to have packed on such a mound in such little time.

Cona sat down at her desk, pulled out a paper plate from one of her drawers, and took one slice. She turned her attention to her computer screen and ate slowly, bite by bite, despite the uncomfortable squirming of the worm.

Once she was finished, Cona gave a glance through her office windows. Her employees seemed to have lost interest in her meal, and most were back to work, if not chattering by the water cooler on company time.

Cona reached into the box and lifted another slice.

Over the course of two hours, Cona nonchalantly made her way through both pizzas. Despite that she was eating slowly and continuously, she somehow still felt incredibly hungry, as though the pizzas weren’t enough. It was nearing the end of the work day as she munched on the last slice. Despite her dissatisfaction, her stomach felt tight where it was perched heavily against her lap. Cona glanced down at herself to stare at the twin bulges her breasts were making in her shirt. They felt bloated and uncomfortable, and were protruding quite considerably now.

Her belly was a rounded ball that was unbearably tight in her shirt. She could see that diamonds of skin had begun to form between her buttons.

Maybe the pizza was for the best, Cona thought as she munched on the last slice. At least she could finally get this over with. There was no question as to whether she was big enough now. She looked huge. Cona lifted up her phone and dialed a number. “Hi, Misty?” Cona said, her voice somewhat muffled as she finished off the slice. “I’m working late, but I’m heading out soon, and I really think I should…stop by,” she said awkwardly. “I, um, I grew, and…”

“That’s fine,” said Misty nervously on the other line. “That’s good actually. Just take things slow. Call me when you’re on your way. I’ll get things prepared.”

Cona absently nodded. “Sure. Okay, I will.” It was almost horrifying to think of what was in store for her next.

Cona hung up the phone and sighed. She could see that the sky was dark now, and that the rest of the office had already emptied out. Holding her belly, Cona heaved herself up from her seat. She groaned. The round mound bobbed slightly, despite that she supported it. It was definitely bigger, and on the cusp of bulging out beneath her shrinking button-down.

Continuing to clutch her belly, Cona began to haul her heavy body towards the door, when suddenly her office phone began to ring. Cona froze, and couldn’t help returning to her desk and lifting it. “Hello?”

It was one of her employees. Cona’s eyes widened at the panicked yammering on the other line.

Apparently one of the company’s top clients was meeting with other agencies. The account was a mess. A deal hadn’t gone bad. If this wasn’t resolved, it could mean the end of the whole firm.

Hurrying back to her seat, Cona turned her computer on and began to open the account. She hunched over her desk, her belly perched in her lap and pressing against the keyboard tray. She put her phone on speaker and began typing away, immersing herself in damage control, and completely forgetting about her other plans. She reached down and unbuttoned her ever-tightening shirt, sighing as her body was freed of constriction. After a few hours, her stomach began to tense and lurch, and Cona hastily ordered another fully-loaded pizza on her cell phone.

They were at it all night. Or so Cona supposed. She vaguely remembered resolving the account, and managing to get in touch with the client in the early hours of the morning. She had slapped a new deal on the table, and the client had lapped it up.

And then suddenly the sun was out, the office was bright, and Cona was lifting her face off her keyboard. She blearily looked around, from her desk phone that was lying off the hook as it emitted an endless dial tone, to the continuous stream of the letter R covering the document on Cona’s computer scream. Finally, Cona laid her eyes on the vacant cardboard pizza box, atop of which were a dozen or so emptied Chinese food cartons that she couldn’t remember ordering.

Cona slowly straightened her sore back with a groan. She rubbed her eyes to see that it was morning time, her employees walking about the office and getting situated behind their cubicles.

Cona’s assistant poked his head into the room. “Boss? Your meeting with Hendrickson starts in an hour.” With that, he disappeared again, the door swinging shut behind him.

Cona’s eyes widened. She began to start, but grunted, and had to pause and hold her belly as she was abruptly acquainted with her size. Cona slowly looked down and stared at the mound attached to her torso.

Her button-down hung open, her belly protruding completely beneath the thin white tank top she was wearing beneath it. She didn’t look due anymore. She couldn’t imagine that pregnant women got this large, unless there were unusual circumstances, like multiples or something. Which meant that she looked overdue. She had gone beyond what Misty had asked of her. Cona gulped and absently rubbed the mound, not really knowing what else to do. But she couldn’t miss this meeting. She just had to get through this meeting.

Cona looked through the glass windows into her office, and when she was certain that no one was looking, she got up and hurried into the bathroom adjoining the room.

She was so heavy. Her labia was throbbing. Her belly button was swollen, and protruded out oddly. For several moments, Cona struggled to button her shirt closed. She pressed, squeezed, and compacted her belly, her face reddening as she desperately tried to get her buttons to meet. “Nrrrgghhh…” Cona grunted, as she felt moisture begin to seep into her panties. The mound gave a powerful squirm. Her body was heaving. Her breasts looked like C-cups by then. She shuddered at another powerful lurch that made her nearly keel over between discomfort and arousal. Her belly button pulsated strangely. Cona gasped for breath.

Pulling down her leggings and panties, Cona carefully stepped out of them and dumped her underwear in the trash. She replaced her pants and soon resumed her efforts to squeeze herself into her too-small attire, slowly getting one button to close, then a second, followed by a third. By the fourth, she was breathless, her bloated flesh bulging through the diamonds of skin made by the strained fabric. She managed to get the remainder of the buttons closed, and they seemed on the cusp of just bursting apart again. But this would do for now. She just had to get through this meeting. Beads of sweat poured down the side of Cona’s flushed face.

On further examination of herself, Cona couldn’t help noticing that her hips seemed somewhat wider. She placed her hands on them. They were certainly aching. Cona slid her hand to her bulging navel. There was no hiding the strangeness of that.

She carefully tugged at the skin-tight shirt material, inches of her belly protruding out from the bottom. But then she relinquished her attempts to increase the coverage. he didn’t want the fabric to tear.

Carefully supporting her belly, Cona returned to her office. She lifted her blazer from the back of her chair and swung it around her shoulders. It didn’t really hide anything. It was too small.

Taking a deep breath of air, Cona grabbed a folder off her desk and left for the meeting.

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