Slugs II, Part 5 - 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 a tray covered in a variety of cheeses. Cona stuffed fistfuls into her mouth and chewed it hastily. What she didn’t have to chew, she simply gulped down. This included a small mountain of deviled eggs, and a large pan of goey macaroni and cheese, which she stuffed into her mouth with her bare hands.

She focused first on things that were soft, and would have quick access to her 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, Cona nearly choked, struggling to breathe. She awkwardly pressed her bobbing belly into the table at her attempt at abdominal thrusts, until she managed to cough up a chunk of ground beef. She gasped for breath for a few moments, holding her belly as the slug lurched. But strangely, she went right back to stuffing her face. It was like she was possessed. She just couldn’t slow down.

Not bothering to sit down, Cona dumped the emptied trays onto the floor and dragged a particularly heavy one towards her from the center of the table. She uncovered a whole rotisserie chicken. Cona tore at the meat with her hands. It was soft and moist, and it slithered down her throat. Once the meat was done, Cona slurped up the gravy at the bottom of the pan. The next tray was buttered rice, which was easy to get down. She didn’t even have to exercise her weary jaw. Cona worked her 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. Cona 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 Cona could barely keep track of what she was eating. She felt heavy, tight, uncomfortable, and exhausted. She finally closed in on a variety of pies. She desperately stuffed chunks of a chocolate pie into her mouth, before finally pausing to catch her breath.

Cona carefully eased herself into a chair, her belly sinking into her lap, but she felt uncomfortable and hot, so she climbed down to the cool kitchen floor. She sat on her bottom and spread her knees, avoiding the pressure of her belly pressing on her lap. Her belly bobbed as she gasped for breath. She was flushed and red, beads of sweat rolling down her face.

She should have known better than to order so much food. Just the sight of it made it impossible for her to resist. It was like the slug had taken control of her.

Cona’s face contorted as the pressure in her belly turned to pain. Clutching the mound, she sunk to her side, groaning as it tightened, her mound pushing forward before her very eyes. Her belly button pushed outward, flushed, erect, looking like it might pop. Then slowly her belly relaxed, her belly button shrinking back down to the size of a golf ball. Cona panted, suddenly aware of the sensation of her plump labia burning with arousal. She rubbed her belly mound, and tried to relax, but at the sensation of a lurch, she lost herself, her juices seeping into her panties, causing her to groan.

At that moment, Cona wanted nothing more than to pass out, but she found herself forcefully pushing herself back up into a seated position. She managed to climb into her shaking knees, then finally got back to her feet. Cona leaned on the table, panting, more of her belly poking out from the hem of her shirt than before.

Cona 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…” Cona groaned as the slug lurched. The pecan pie took a little more work, but Cona forced it down just like everything else.

Finally, there was only a pumpkin pie left. Cona stared at it, sweating. It was usually her favorite desert. Unfortunately, at that moment, Cona didn’t want anything to do with it. Still, she lifted the pie, raising this one directly to her face. Cona gobbled it down, pausing once only to groan. “Ohhhhh…” She arched her back, allowing her belly to push out as much as it could. She dropped the emptied pie tray, allowing it to clatter to the floor.

Huffing and puffing, Cona turned toward the living room and began to make her way towards the couch, but as she did, her vision blurred. Soon she found herself hitting her knees, and then there was blackness.

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When Cona awoke the next morning, her whole body was aching.

She slowly climbed off her kitchen floor, feeling more heavy and more awkward than ever before.

Cona made her way to her bathroom, where she turned on the sink, leaned down, and splashed her face with water. As she straightened again, she noticed that her back was sore. She looked down at her belly, then gazed into the mirror.

She had grown.

Her belly was protruding completed out from under her 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 Cona stared at herself, she knew that she'd had a growth spurt. She looked quite large, now. Due, by pregnancy standards? Cona wasn’t sure. After all, she was not very familiar with the stages of pregnancy. She felt like a whale, but she couldn’t exactly use that as a baseline. If she didn’t look due, she knew that she was close to looking due. Cona decided that she would meet with Misty that evening.

But for now, she had to get back to work. After all, she couldn’t just put her life on hold because of the…circumstances. Her business was still quite young, and fragile, and required her daily attention. Just knowing that she had fallen a day behind left Cona’s heart pounding. She didn’t even want to think about what was going on with Zoe’s client load since the unattended software issue the day before.

Cona went to her bedroom to get dressed. She pulled on a tanktop that her belly popped completely free of, and just barely managed to squeeze into a pair of panties, several inches of her ass crack protruding over the waistband, but she could not find one top that could accommodate her. It seemed that her bottom had plumpened as well, because Cona could no longer fit into any of her skirts.

“Nnnghhh…” Cona groaned as her latest effort to button a shirt hugged her chest a little too firmly. She looked down at her chest, at the B-cups that had previously developed there. She wasn’t sure if they had gotten any bigger, but they certainly felt more tender.

Cona returned to her closet and continued to rummage around for something to wear. She encountered an outfit in the back that gave her pause. She had to stare at it for a while before she could figure out where it had come from. “Ahh!” she said in relief, as she yanked the shirt off the hanger. It was her brother, Pete’s, left from his visit the prior month. Pete had always been larger than Cona. Cona pulled on the dress shirt, and it just managed to button over Cona’s belly, albeit stretching over it a deal. Next Cona pulled a pair of black leggings off a hanger, and managed to squeeze into those as well. They weren’t exactly professional, but they would have to do. Once she was dressed, Cona breathed a sigh and cradled her belly with both hands. She must have looked bizarre with her slim legs and small bubble of a bottom. And then her massive gut. If Pete could see me now… she thought to herself, shaking her head, before leaning down to grab some flats.

“Ohh,” she gasped, the unfamiliar weight on her torso nearly causing her to topple. She didn’t know how pregnant women handled all this. Cona grabbed the shoes with one hand and held her back with the other, before carefully straightening. She made her way to the bed and heavily sat down.

Cona slipped on the shoes, then unbuttoned the top few buttons of her top, exposing her heated cleavage to some much-needed air. After she was done, she sat there for a while, absently rubbing her mound. She took a deep breath, in and out, and promised herself that she would get through the day. With that, Cona heaved herself up, and headed out to her car.

A half-hour later, Cona was walking into her office. She could feel people staring at her, but she tried her best to ignore it. The slug felt relaxed, maybe still recovering from all the growth the night before. As Cona passed Zoe’s cubicle, she couldn’t help peeking over it.

Zoe was sitting behind her computer desk, but the screen was off. Rather than working, Zoe was blankly staring down at herself. Zoe still had a slight pudge of fat where her formerly slim belly had been. And she still had a pair of newly-bloated breasts on her chest. Cona couldn’t help staring. Zoe’s eyes snapped up, and Cona quickly looked away.

“Boss?” said Zoe weakly.

“Zoe,” said Cona, clearing her throat. She didn’t step out from the cover of the cubicle wall. “How are things going with the Chan account?”

“Um, good,” said Zoe, awkwardly folding her arms over her chest, but only managing to make her breasts look bigger. The fitted shirt was straining against them.

“Are you okay?” said Cona awkwardly.

“I um, I guess...” said Zoe, glancing away.

Cona gave her 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 Cona, unconsciously stepping out from behind the cubicle wall. Zoe stared at Cona’s bulging midsection, causing Cona to blush.

Zoe gulped, her eyes not averting from Cona’s belly. “Cona…what happened yesterday morning at your house?”

Cona froze. “Nothing,” she said, hoping she 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 Zoe hastily. “It’s just…ohh…” Zoe’s face reddened. “Not again,” she groaned, cupping her chest as moisture began to seep into her shirt. Getting up, Zoe hurried off towards the bathroom, and Cona could do little more than stare after her.

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