Slugs - Female Version

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Note: This is the female version of Slugs.

Summary: Tina is forcibly impregnated by massive, mutated slugs. Contains: Female: Belly expansion, breast expansion, butt expansion, hip growth.

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Tina had had it with slugs. It was the main downside of having a basement apartment. Every morning, she would wake up to find a couple of them slithering sluggishly across her linoleum living room floor.

Tina had tried every pesticide the local convenience story had to offer, but nothing seemed to get rid of them. She decided it was time for a less traditional solution.

Exiting her apartment and going up the stairs to the side of the house, Tina walked to the front and knocked on the door, but there was no answer. Tina rented from her aunt, who occupied the rest of the two-story house. Though a bit of an oddball, Tina’s aunt was a successful animal biologist. She conducted most of her trials in the confines of her home as there were few labs willing to host her strange experiments.

Tina knocked several more times, but heard nothing beyond the door. A glance at the driveway made Tina realize that her aunt’s car wasn’t there. Reaching into her pocket, Tina pulled out the emergency key her aunt had given to her for the house. Tina had previously been warned not to enter unless there was an emergency, but the slug problem was emergent as far as Tina was concerned. Last week when she’d brought a guy over, he had turned pale and run off before they had even made it to the bedroom. And who could blame him? Slugs were terrible!

Unlocking the door, Tina walked into the house. There was bound to be something in there that would get rid of the pests.

At twenty-five, Tina was a bit of a slacker. She was extremely interested in science, which was one of the perks of living just below her renowned aunt Misty. But for some reason, Tina had always found difficulty passing classes. She had flunked out of college two times, and her parents had gotten so irritated with her, they had kicked her out. Tina barely got by working at the nearby gas station convenience store, but for some reason, Tina liked her life. She did what she wanted, and no one really expected anything of her.

As Tina entered the house, she turned on the lights and headed for where she knew her aunt’s private lab was. She pushed open the door and gazed around in her usual amazement at all the tubes, beakers, jars, and microscopes, the flickering lights, and the complicated equations covering the portable chalk board. Her aunt was a true mad scientist. Tina approached a shelf of jars. She swore there was something moving in each one. It took her a while to tear her eyes away. With a sigh, Tina found a cabinet with some aerosol canisters.

“One of these has got to do something…” she muttered to herself, poking around. Most of the cans had scribbled labels made personally by her aunt. The handwriting was so bad, it was had to decipher a lot of them. “Plant-provoker?” Tina read a label in confusion, then continued to dig around. “Pesti…pesti-something.” Tina lifted a purple can, squinting at the label. It looked as though it said ‘pestigenic’ but that didn’t make sense. Then again, little about aunt Misty did. Shrugging to herself, Tina took the can and walked off. “This should do the trick.”

Tina went back to her basement apartment and proceeded to spray every crevice, corner, nook, and cranny with the purple pest spray. Only after the can had been emptied, the fruity fumes of the aerosol permeating the air, was Tina vaguely satisfied. “That should be enough,” she said to herself, tossing the can in the waste basket.

Taking a glance at the clock, Tina decided it was time for an afternoon nap. Pulling off her hair tie, she dropped herself against her musty couch cushions, and promptly fell asleep.

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A few hours later, Tina awoke to something slimy slithering on her. “Eugh,” she groaned, groggily trying to swat the slug away, but for some reason, it just stuck to her.

Tina opened her eyes, and was instantly shocked to see that a slug indeed was adhered to her stomach. In fact, several of them were. Giant, slimy, beige slugs, with squishy, plump bodies. They looked firm but soft, and at their largest widths, each was the diameter of a tennis ball. At least three of them were working their way up her slim body. One was on her neck, and Tina tried to pull it off, but the slime was like gum, and the slug just smacked back against her skin.

Now it was crawling up her jaw, and Tina’s skin was crawling. She opened her mouth to scream, when the slug suddenly crawled inside.

Tina gagged. She tried to spit out the creature, but it was just too big, stretching her mouth and puffing out her cheeks. Its protruding tail-end wiggled as it jammed itself farther and farther into Tina’s mouth. It was warm and sleek, it’s body pulsating disgustingly. Tina reached into her mouth to remove it, but it was too slippery and firm. It just pushed itself into her throat.

Unable to breathe, Tina gagged for a moment. She had no choice but to swallow, her body shuddering as the pudgy mass slithered down her throat. It hit her stomach heavily, and Tina could feel it still wiggling about. She felt nauseous, and would have run off to the bathroom in an attempt to purge the creature, but was preoccupied by the other slugs working their way up her torso.

“What is happening!?” Tina cried, struggling to remove the second slug that was slithering over her collarbone with concerning haste. “Someone help-!” She was cut off as the second slug slid into her mouth. She shook her head furiously, struggling to shove it out with her tongue, and tug it out with her fingers, but the thing was so resilient. Tina was again overpowered. It crawled to her throat, and Tina was forced to swallow. She grunted in discomfort as the squirming creature joined the first in is abdomen.

“The spray,” she muttered in realization. It must have mutated the slugs somehow!

Tina looked down at herself to see two additional slugs crawling up her body, and several others crawling across the floor towards her.

Tina got up from the couch and ran towards her bedroom. She stepped on one of the slugs in the process, but her foot just bounced against its fleshy body, and the thing continued to crawl.

Once in her bedroom, Tina closed and locked the door. The faint squirming in her abdomen was going to make her sick, but Tina tried not to think about it. Instead, she became concerned by the slugs now crawling up her chest.

She began digging in her dresser drawers for anything that might kill them. She tried spraying them with perfumes and hairsprays, she even smacked at them with a dictionary, but they just crawled farther up her torso.

Tina began to panic. Spotting her cell phone on her night table, she grabbed it and fumbled to dial. Just as she pressed the SEND key, a third slug forced its way into her mouth.

“911, what is your emergency?” questioned the operator on the other line. Tina struggled to speak, but only produced moaning noises. The phone fell from her hand as the slug continued to invade her mouth.

“Hello?” continued the operator. “Hello, is anyone there?”

Tina tried to scream once she had swallowed down the third slug, but it was immediately replaced by a fourth. A fifth was already waiting on her chin. Tina could hear the faint noise of the phone call disconnecting as she stumbled back and leaned on the wall.

The fourth slug heavily hit her stomach, which already felt full, as though she had indulged in a huge meal. She groaned as she stomach tightened more, pushing out somewhat. What are they doing to me? she wondered distressfully, as the fifth slug stuffed itself into her mouth. Why are they going inside of me?

There were no more slugs on her body, but three were on the floor, crawling towards her. Another was squeezing itself under the door to join the others on the bedroom floor.

The slug in her mouth entered her throat, and Tina swallowed it down. “Eughh…” she groaned as it dropped into her stomach, pushing it farther out. Tina placed her hand against her abdomen, which had become bloated, and rounded. She was nauseated.

“Ah!” said Tina, only then noticing the slug right in front of her crawl onto her foot. She desperately tried to kick it off, but it was adhered to her.

She couldn’t take any more. She had to get out. Tina took to a run, dodging the slugs on the floor, and exiting her bedroom. But as she threw herself out the door, she became unbalanced, and tripped on some slugs in the hallway. She fell to all fours, her long hair hanging down around her.

One slug crawled onto her leg, another, on her hand. Tina tried to stand, her body shuddering as she felt the slug on her leg crawl up the inside of her thigh and into her shorts. Just as she started getting her feet beneath her, she felt the slug crawl into her underwear. She started to panic as it crawled towards her opening. “No – don’t – ohhhh…” Tina groaned, her eyes going cross as the slug entered her. She sunk back to her hands as knees, grunting as the slug shifted deeper and deeper inside her, until hitting her stomach. She gasped for breath.

“Oh god,” Tina groaned, holding her rounded abdomen. On shaky knees, she finally got herself on her feet. She stumbled for the door, ignoring the slugs still crawling on her.

Tina exited her apartment, closed the door, and made her way to her car. She climbed inside, and started it, not looking back as she drove off.

She tried her best to focus, and ignore the four slugs crawling on various parts of her body. One was already making its way up her neck. “No, no, no,” she quietly protested, but it was futile. The slug started to breech her mouth, and Tina struggled to breathe. Luckily she was at a red light. She hurriedly shoved it deeper in, forcing it into her throat. The light changed as the slug hit her stomach, and her belly tightened more. Tina had to pull over as she felt one of the slugs making its way up her knee.

Tina closed her eyes and tried to breathe through the slug making its way to her vagina. She grunted as it entered her, her shoulders twisting in discomfort. As another slug entered her mouth, Tina fell into muffled moans.

Why were the creatures invading her – literally, occupying her body? She could feel the mass of them squirming in her stomach. She looked as though she was six months pregnant!

There was one slug left. Tina helplessly allowed it to crawl into her mouth. When it was over, Tina opened her eyes and looked around uncertainly, half expecting ten more to burst out of her glove compartment. But there were no more, and Tina breathed a sigh of relief.

She reached down to the passenger’s seat to grab her phone, only to realize that she had left it back at her apartment, with her clothes, wallet, and other personal belongings. Tina looked down at herself, tugging at her shirt, feeling stunned by how tight it had gotten at her stomach. Her belly felt tight and pressurized. Tina pressed her hand against the mass. It was firm but soft. She tugged at the bottom of her shirt, but it was insistent upon exposing a generous sliver of her bloated flesh.

Tearing her eyes away from her stomach, Tina tried to figure out what to do next. Her first instinct was to go see her aunt, but there was no guarantee she was home yet, and Tina didn’t want to risk another encounter with the mutated slugs. Having no phone on her, Tina knew getting in touch with her aunt would pose some difficulty.

Tina also considered going to the hospital, but she wasn’t sure how she would go about explaining the situation. She was also a little scared. She somehow expected some government agents to swoop in once they realized her affliction, just like in the scifi movies she watched. Tina didn’t think she could handle being experimented on.

The pressure was just so…uncomfortable. Tina absently rubbed her belly. She felt a wiggle beneath her fingertips, and shuddered.

Tina drove around. It took her quite a while to spot a pay phone – they were practically extinct – but when she did, she pulled over, and dug fifty cents out of her seat cushions.

The payphone was by a park, and there were parents talking, children playing, and people walking their dogs. Altogether the scene was far too public for Tina to feel comfortable leaving her car with her rounded pregnant-looking belly and too-small T-shirt. She sat and waited until the park got a little less busy, staring at the phone and sweating anxiously.

An hour passed. Tina’s stomach growled. The pressure within it only seemed to grow. Tina took deep breaths, rubbing it every now and again. Her clothes were sweaty. It may have just been her imagination, but she felt as though they were shrinking. And the pressure…it was continuous. It was near sunset, and the park was only just beginning to wind down.

In her rearview mirror, Tina noticed a park ranger peering at the standing vehicle. As the ranger began to approach, Tina quietly cursed to herself. She must have looked like a creep, waiting at the park with no kids. Tina started the car and drove off, desperate to avoid confrontation. Now what the hell am I going to do?

Tina drove around for a while, her search for another payphone proving futile. She could just go into a business and ask to use their phone. But looking down at herself, Tina knew she couldn’t go through with it. She’d never had self-confidence issues before, but between the bloatedness, the sweatiness, and the ill-fitting clothing, she just couldn’t go through with stepping outside.

Tina swung by a fastfood joint and ordered more burgers, nuggets, fries, and mozzarella sticks than she thought she could even eat. Not sure what had come over her, she awkwardly held a wrinkled old sweater against her belly as she received the twelve grease-dripping bags of food she had ordered from the suspiciously-peering teenage employee.

Tina then drove back to her block, and rounded it a few times. She distractedly stuffed food into her mouth as she did so. She noticed that her aunt’s car still wasn’t in the driveway. Tina stopped her car and looked around the house. No signs of the slugs, at least.

She sat there for a while, continuing to stuff her face. She figured she would wait for her aunt from the safety of her vehicle. At any sign of the creatures, she could just drive off again.

Finishing the last of the fatty sandwiches, Tina belched, and undid her seatbelt. It had been starting to feel uncomfortable. She looked down at her chest, and was startled to see B-cups breasts protruding where she had barely had A-cups a few hours ago. Tina carefully touched them with her fingers, and shivered.

Tina continued to examine her body. She hadn’t imagined her clothes tightening on her, her shirt now riding up halfway over her rounded belly. The waistband of her shorts had been pushed down, her belly now perched in her lap. And the back of her pants felt tight as well. It was weird. Tina shifted uncomfortably.

Another hour passed, and Tina just couldn’t sit still any longer. Everything was just too uncomfortable. The sun had set by then, and the block seemed devoid of people. Tina tentatively opened the car door, and climbed out. Once she was on her feet, she was stunned by how much her center of gravity had changed. She was even more stunned by how big she looked, now that she was upright. Her belly was as round as an eight-month-pregnant woman’s. The back of her shorts were tight, the seam sinking between her ass-crack, while the waistband was pulled down to expose a few inches of it. Tina reached behind her to feel her bottom, encountering an unfamiliar swell of fat that made her jaw drop.

She had to get inside. Tina walked awkwardly to her aunt’s front door. Just as she opened it she noticed one of the neighbors on her porch watering her plants. Or rather, she was holding the hose, drowning her plants, as she gawked at Tina on the porch opposite hers.

Tina quickly let herself into her aunt’s house, closing the door firmly behind her. Even she didn’t think she could cook up a plausible excuse for her seemingly instant “pregnancy.”

Though she was hungry, exhausted, and terribly frightened, Tina immediately made her way to the bathroom, wanting to truly assess what had become of her body. Once there, Tina faced the full-length shower-door mirror.

Her arms and legs were largely the same: slim. Her hips did seem wider. The small mounds on her chest protruded gently in her sweaty T-shirt, and beneath, her belly was large, round, and quite plump. The pressure persisted, attributing to Tina’s heavy breathing.

Tina turned to the side, and was surprised by how full her bottom had gotten. It was round and plump, stretching her pants to capacity, while beginning to bulge over the straining waistband. Tina placed her hands against the masses, both quite full and fatty. “Damn,” she muttered quietly.

Tina heard some noises coming from outside the bathroom. Paling, she immediately thought it was that nosey neighbor. She opened the door just enough to stick her head out of it, but it wasn’t her. It was her aunt.

“Aunt Misty,” said Tina, unthinkingly exiting the bathroom.

Misty’s mouth fell open in shock. She stared in astonishment at her niece’s widened hips, plump bottom, full breasts, and the round belly that was bulging completely beneath the drawn hem of the t-shirt she was wearing.

“What on earth,” said Misty, removing her thick spectacles to clean them, as though this would somehow amend what she was seeing.

Tina told her aunt everything. She was close to a breakdown, but managed to keep it together. Tina told Misty about the slug problem, the spray, the mutation, their – invasion – of her body. Her aunt could do little more than stare and nod.

After Tina was finished, her aunt set her up with a fresh tank top. Though it didn’t look like it had much hope of accommodating Tina’s girth, it was clean, and sweat-free, so Tina pulled it on. It was tight, and pulled down as far as her navel, but left the rest of her belly exposed.

Misty then guided Tina to the living room, where both sat down, Tina’s newly rounded ass a strange platform and her round belly perched in her lap.

“Why do they keep growing?” said Tina distressfully. Not an hour had passed, but she suspected she already looked nine months pregnant. She allowed her aunt to exam her, pressing her fingers here and there about the bloated mass.

“I don’t know,” said her aunt honestly. At thirty-one, Misty was not much older than Tina was. Misty’s mother had had her later in life. “I’m not even certain why they chose you as their – host. Whether it’s to grow, or breed…” Misty trailed off at Tina’s horrified look. “Surgery would not be wise, considering your…developing state. I might suggest to wait it out, but I really don’t know what this is going to develop into. The first thing we need to do is figure out what we’re working with. Ideally, I would need a sample.”

Tina shook her head. “Too dangerous,” she managed, rubbing her mound once her aunt had retracted her hands.

“That’s what I suspected.” Misty nodded to herself. “Give me some time in the lab. I may be able to develop a serum that can attack them and not you. It may take some time…please, try to make yourself…comfortable.” Though she said this, Misty looked doubtful about Tina’s potential comfort level. Offering her niece a forced, reassuring smile, she walked off, socially awkward as ever.

Alone in the living room, Tina deeply breathed, wondering if she would just continue to grow and grow. The thought unnerved her, but as she rubbed the underside of her belly, she couldn’t help acknowledging the way her lips tingled in the confines of her shorts.

Tina grew weary with sitting. With some difficulty, she climbed to her feet, pacing the room in an increasingly ungainly gait. Her pants were getting so tight, it was uncomfortable. Her waistband pushed farther and farther down, the stitching straining to accommodate her ass.

Tina went to the kitchen, and helped herself to the food in her aunt’s fridge. All of it. Hotdog buns, containers of butter, cold cuts, mayonnaise – everything that was edible, and some things that weren’t. Tina belched once she washed everything down with a milk-gallon. She returned to the living room with an increasingly awkward gait.

Every so often, her aunt would check in on her, looking uncertain, but saying something vaguely optimistic about her progress in the lab. But judging by Misty’s face, Tina knew there really wasn’t much progress. They needed a sample if Misty had any hope of understanding the biology of the slugs.

Tina went into the bathroom as the seams on her pants began to tear apart. As she tried to clutch it together behind her, the waistband snapped, and the fabric slid down. Tina looked at herself in the mirror. She was left in just some black panties that were stretched to absolute capacity, and didn’t cover much of her ass. Above was her stretched tank top, that did little to conceal her torso. Her breasts were getting rounder, fuller—plump C-cups on her chest, her nipples large and erect.

By then her belly was huge – she looked due with twins. Her bottom was unnaturally round, and sticking out behind her larger than any ass she had ever seen before. Her hips were rounded and full, fuller than a woman’s late in pregnancy.

Tina reached down to lightly stroke her labia. Even the lips seemed plumpened. She groaned. How could she be so disgusted and aroused simultaneously? Her hands slid up to her abdomen. She absently massaged the plump skin.

Misty needed a sample. It couldn’t wait any longer, and Tina knew what had to be done. It was all about timing. Get in, get out.

Tina grabbed a bath robe and put it on. It didn’t tie at her bloated waist, leaving her belly to bulge out of it, but it would have to suffice. Taking a deep breath, Tina waddled out of the bathroom, then out of the house before her aunt could come to check up on her again.

Tina made her way down to her basement apartment, holding tightly to the hand rail. Hesitating only momentarily, she opened the door, just enough to peer inside.

There was no sign of the slugs.

Tina opened the door a bit more, but still, she saw nothing.

Tina walked inside, step by careful step, inspecting the apartment. There was slime everywhere, just evidence of what had transpired earlier. What had happened to the slugs? Where had they gone?

Tina made her way to the bedroom, where she could hear her cell phone ringing. She opened the door, and gasped, holding onto the doorframe for balance.

There were slugs everywhere. They covered the floor, walls, and ceiling. Most of them surrounded her cell phone lying in the middle of the floor, perhaps attracted to the noise it was making.

But Tina was organic. She was a potential host. The slugs began to make their way towards her.

From the wall, a slug crawled onto Tina’s hand, and Tina immediately pulled away from the doorframe, staring at the slug began to slither up her wrist. One sample. It was all she needed. Tina began to back away, with none of the speed or grace she would have had prior to her belly and rear growth. She turned and began to waddle towards the door, her bottom rocking as she proceeded. She was determined not to fall.

She tried not to think about how quickly the slug was crawling up her arm. If she could just get it upstairs-

Some of the slugs were gaining on her, but she shouldn’t have been looking at them. She should have been focusing on getting away. The slug on her arm was at her shoulder now, crawling up her collar, then her neck, her chin – Tina released a muffled grunt as it forced its way between her lips. As the slug entered her throat, Tina made the mistake of stopping. The pressure in her stomach peaked uncomfortably as the slug hit it, her belly button popping out like an oven timer. Tina gasped for breath as she was allowed air again. She hunched down slightly, feeling winded, and full to capacity.

A slug crawled onto her foot. “Crap,” Tina hissed to herself, continuing to waddle towards the door, when another slug dropped from the ceiling and onto her elbow. Panting and sweating, Tina continued to struggle forward.

But soon enough, the slug on her elbow had crawled up, and was forcing its way into her mouth. Tina was again left breathless, and in her condition, it was not something she could tolerate well. Tina gulped the slug down and gasped for breath, sinking to her knees. Her stomach felt tighter than ever. She tried to get up, but soon she was covered in slugs. Another forced its way into her mouth, quickly followed by a fourth, Tina’s stomach progressively plumpening, pushing forward, outwards, growing wider than she was. She held it as she was filled with one slug after another, her panties tightening as her ass bloated more, and her hips widening as the burden they carried grew.

She was getting huge. Her tanktop was pushed up beneath her round wiggling breasts, serving as little more than a tube-top by then. She looked as though she was attached to a beach ball, her belly dominating her torso, and her body dripping sweat. Her belly button bulged and throbbed, unnaturally large. Her panties exploded to shreds, making way for her ass to plump out more. Tina struggled to stand, but she just felt so heavy, and so fucking breathless.

She felt the slugs begin to crawl up her sweat-sleeked thighs, her labia tingling and dripping despite the internal abuse she was enduring. She observed the slugs surrounding her, and those crawling all over her body. She somehow knew that they would not stop until every last one of them was inside of her. Her stuffed belly felt as though it was pulsating by then. Tina did not know how things were going to end, but she was at least, assured that she would be finding out soon. “Ohhh…” Tina groaned as she belly pushed outwards another two inches. “Nrrrhhghh…” A slug began to inch between dripping vaginal lips. “Ohh…don’t – mmmmmph…” Her words were muffled as another slug forced its way down her throat. In the meantime, Tina continued to grow.

The End

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