Slugs II, Part 5 - Male Version
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Summary: Connor is impregnated with a massive, mutated slug. And unfortunately for those around him, the condition proves contagious. Contains: belly expansion, breast expansion, butt expansion, bug expansion, unbirthing.
This story is a work of fiction. All characters featured in this work are 18 years of age or older.
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There was a tray covered in a variety of cheeses. Connor stuffed fistfuls into his mouth and chewed it hastily. What he didn’t have to chew, he simply gulped down. This included a small mountain of deviled eggs, and a large pan of goey macaroni and cheese, which he stuffed into his mouth with his bare hands.
He focused first on things that were soft, and would have quick access to his stomach, like the butter-soaked mashed potatoes in one of the pans on the couch. There was a lasagna, and a pile of meatballs. All three of these things were covered in a layer of melted cheese.
For a moment, Connor nearly choked, struggling to breathe. He awkwardly pressed his bobbing belly into the table at his attempt at abdominal thrusts, until he managed to cough up a chunk of ground beef. He gasped for breath for a few moments, holding his belly as the slug lurched. But strangely, he went right back to stuffing his face. It was like he was possessed. He just couldn’t slow down.
Not bothering to sit down, Connor dumped the emptied trays onto the floor and dragged a particularly heavy one towards him from the center of the table. He uncovered a whole rotisserie chicken. Connor tore at the meat with his hands. It was soft and moist, and it slithered down his throat. Once the meat was done, Connor slurped up the gravy at the bottom of the pan. The next tray was buttered rice, which was easy to get down. He didn’t even have to exercise his weary jaw. Connor worked his way through crab cakes, balls of mozzarella with cherry tomatoes, two loaves of hot Italian bread, and a tray heaping with a large variety of cookies. Connor went for the mint chocolate chip, then the peanut butter ones, before finally closing in on the oatmeal, double chocolate, and sugar cookies.
Soon everything was a blur, and Connor could barely keep track of what he was eating. He felt heavy, tight, uncomfortable, and exhausted. He finally closed in on a variety of pies. He desperately stuffed chunks of a chocolate pie into his mouth, before finally pausing to catch his breath.
Connor carefully eased himself into a chair, his belly sinking into his lap, but he felt uncomfortable and hot, so he climbed down to the cool kitchen floor. He sat on his bottom and spread his knees, avoiding the pressure of his belly pressing on his lap. His belly bobbed as he gasped for breath. He was flushed and red, beads of sweat rolling down his face.
He should have known better than to order so much food. Just the sight of it made it impossible for him to resist. It was like the slug had taken control of him.
Connor’s face contorted as the pressure in his belly turned to pain. Clutching the mound, he sunk to his side, groaning as it tightened, his mound pushing forward before his very eyes. His belly button pushed outward, flushed, erect, looking like it might pop. Then slowly his belly relaxed, his belly button shrinking back down to the size of a golf ball. Connor panted, suddenly aware of his erection pressing against the underside of his bump. He rubbed his belly mound, and tried to relax, but at the sensation of a lurch, he lost himself, his seed spraying against the underside of his belly, causing him to groan in disgust.
At that moment, Connor wanted nothing more than to pass out, but he found himself forcefully pushing himself back up into a seated position. He managed to climb into his shaking knees, then finally got back to his feet. Connor leaned on the table, panting, more of his belly poking out from the hem of his shirt than before.
Connor closed in on the remaining three pies. The coconut custard was soft and creamy, and went down without too much difficulty, aside from the growing pressure. “Nnngghhhhh…” Connor groaned as the slug lurched. The pecan pie took a little more work, but Connor forced it down just like everything else.
Finally, there was only a pumpkin pie left. Connor stared at it, sweating. It was usually his favorite desert. Unfortunately, at that moment, Connor didn’t want anything to do with it. Still, he lifted the pie, raising this one directly to his face. Connor gobbled it down, pausing once only to groan. “Ohhhhh…” He arched his back, allowing his belly to push out as much as it could. He dropped the emptied pie tray, allowing it to clatter to the floor.
Huffing and puffing, Connor turned toward the living room and began to make his way towards the couch, but as he did, his vision blurred. Soon he felt himself hitting his knees, and then there was blackness.
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When Connor awoke the next morning, his whole body was aching.
He slowly climbed off his kitchen floor, feeling more heavy and more awkward than ever before.
Connor made his way to his bathroom, where he turned on the sink, leaned down, and splashed his face with water. As he straightened again, he noticed that his back was sore. He looked down at his belly, then gazed into the mirror.
He had grown.
His belly was protruding completed out from under his top. It was round and plump, but also somewhat flexible, like a beer belly. It didn’t feel firm like a pregnancy, but it was just as round as one.
As Connor stared at himself, he knew that he'd had a growth spurt. He looked quite large, now. Due, by pregnancy standards? Connor wasn’t sure. After all, he was not all that familiar with the stages of pregnancy. He felt like a whale, but he couldn’t exactly use that as a baseline. If he didn’t look due, he knew that he was close to looking due. Connor decided that he would meet with Gary that evening.
But for now, he had to get back to work. After all, he couldn’t just put his life on hold because of the…circumstances. His business was still quite young, and fragile, and required his daily attention. Just knowing that he had fallen a day behind left Connor’s heart pounding. He didn’t even want to think about what was going on with Zack’s client load since the unattended software issue the day before.
Connor went to his bedroom to get dressed. He pulled on an undershirt that his belly popped completely free of, and just barely managed to squeeze into a pair of briefs, several inches of his ass crack protruding over the waistband, but he could not find one shirt that could accommodate him. It seemed that his bottom had plumpened as well, because Connor could no longer fit into any of his pants.
“Nnnghhh…” Connor groaned as his latest effort to button a shirt hugged his chest a little too firmly. He looked down at his chest, at the A-cups that had previously developed there. He wasn’t sure if they had gotten any bigger, but they certainly felt more tender.
Connor returned to his closet and continued to rummage around for something to wear. He encountered an outfit in the back that gave him pause. He had to stare at it for a while before he could figure out where it had come from. “Ahh!” he said in relief, as he yanked the shirt off the hanger. It was his brother, Pete’s, left from his visit the prior month. Pete had always been larger and more burly than Connor. Connor pulled on the shirt, and it just managed to button over Connor’s belly, albeit stretching over it a deal. Next Connor snatched Pete’s pants off the hanger beside it, and managed to squeeze into those as well. They weren’t exactly slacks, more like black jeggings, but they would have to do. Once he was dressed, Connor breathed a sigh and cradled his belly with both hands. He must have looked bizarre with his slim legs and small bubble of a bottom. And then his massive gut. If Pete could see me now… he thought to himself, shaking his head, before leaning down to grab his shoes.
“Ohh,” he gasped, the unfamiliar weight on his torso nearly causing him to topple. He didn’t know how pregnant women handled all this. Connor grabbed the shoes with one hand and held his back with the other, before carefully straightening. He made his way to the bed and heavily sat down.
Connor got on some socks and then his shoes, deciding that he wouldn’t bother with a tie. After he was done, he sat there for a while, absently rubbing his mound. He took a deep breath, in and out, and promised himself that he would get through the day. With that, Connor heaved himself up, and headed out to his car.
A half-hour later, Connor was walking into his office. He could feel people staring at him, but he tried his best to ignore it. The slug felt relaxed, maybe still recovering from all the growth the night before. As Connor passed Zack’s cubicle, he couldn’t help peeking over it.
Zack was sitting behind his computer desk, but the screen was off. Rather than working, Zack was blankly staring down at himself. Zack still had a slight pudge of fat where his formerly slim belly had been. And he still had a small pair of breasts on his chest. Connor couldn’t help staring. Zack’s eyes snapped up, and Connor quickly looked away.
“Boss?” said Zack weakly.
“Zack,” said Connor, clearing his throat. He didn’t step out from the cover of the cubicle wall. “How are things going with the Chan account?”
“Um, good,” said Zack, awkwardly folding his arms over his chest, but only managing to make his breasts look bigger. The fitted shirt was straining against them.
“Are you okay?” said Connor awkwardly.
“I um, I guess...” said Zack, glancing away.
Connor gave him a skeptic look.
“It was just…a weird dream. And then I experienced some…changes. And now just feel kind of empty.”
“You’ll get past it,” said Connor, unconsciously stepping out from behind the cubicle wall. Zack stared at Connor’s bulging midsection, causing Connor to blush.
Zack gulped, his eyes not averting from Connor’s belly. “Connor…what happened yesterday morning at your house?”
Connor froze. “Nothing,” he said, hoping he sounded nonchalant. “We were going the Richards file, and you fell asleep. Sorry about your laptop. You dropped it. But if you want to pick it up—”
“No, it’s fine, I-I’ll get a new one,” said Zack hastily. “It’s just…ohh…” Zack’s face reddened. “Not again,” he groaned, cupping his chest as moisture began to seep into his shirt. Getting up, Zack hurried off towards the bathroom, and Connor could do little more than stare after him.
