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Slugs II, Part 11 - 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 more banging on the front door. Connor just found himself staring at Matt’s form on the bed. He thought he could detect the faintest hint of swelling on Matt’s abdomen, but Connor told himself that he was imagining it. He wanted to believe he was imagining it. Connor awkwardly climbed up to the bed and tried to shake Matt awake, but the other man was completely out of it, as he mumbled incoherently and drew away from Connor’s contact.
Connor was jolted at the sound of the banging intensifying. With some awkwardness, he squeezed what he could of his ass into a pair of basketball shorts as he sat there on the edge of the bed. With just his shrunken T-shirt covering his torso, he heaved himself up again, grunting out as he did. His back strained as he got himself fully on his feet, his face reddening as he desperately gripped at as much as he could of the mound. He felt as though he was toting around a massive, stuffed beachball. Connor waddled forward awkwardly, his belly rocking uncomfortably. He gasped for breath as he worked his way out of the bedroom, his plump D-cups tingling, and his distended nipples beginning to drip. It felt like some while before Connor made it to the front door. He flung it open and was unsurprised by who stood on the other side. “Gary,” Connor gasped out.
Gary stood there stunned, his eyes widening as he regarded Connor’s swollen form. Standing beside Gary, Tina released a squeaking noise. It wasn’t the best reaction, but Connor was pretty resigned by then.
“Ho boy,” said Gary, his eyes still bulging.
“Yeah,” Connor managed, flushed. He continued to strain and grip what he could of his mound, his back positively stinging.
“We’re going upstairs,” said Tina gently, her lips drawn in her shock.
“What?” said Connor. “But I have—” His thoughts flickered to Matt. “I can’t—no, I can’t go o-outside like this.”
Connor was surprised as his protests went completely ignored, and as Tina and Gary took hold of both of his arms. He feebly resisted, but this just made him fear he might topple over. Instead he was helpless as Gary and Tina dragged him up the basement stairs and through the front door of Gary’s house. By then, Connor was so breathless, he felt like he might pass out.
He was then pushed down onto a medical bed, and he was too exhausted for protests. Gary and Tina worked quickly, as though fearing he might grow more in the span of time it would take for set-up. Before Connor knew it, they had put an IV line in his arm, and were rapidly pumping drugs into his veins.
“We’ll do this quickly,” said Gary, sweating. He still didn’t look terribly optimistic. “Connor, forgive us, but we have to work fast.”
Connor was a bit out of it by then. Between his weight pressing on his torso, his leftover inebriation from the night before, the beginnings of a hangover, and the various drugs, which included a light sedative and muscle relaxants apparently, he was rather disoriented. He sunk and wondered how the scientist could possibly expect him to birth the slug while under the influence of a sedative, but when he felt his abdomen give a forceful lurch, Connor suddenly felt wide awake.
Connor began to sweat in nervousness as the bed was adjusted so that more pressure was placed on his posterior. Gary gave Connor another dosage of something—in fact, it seemed like extra dosages of everything! But between his breathlessness and disorientation, Connor could merely fumble for words.
“This is going to be difficult Connor,” said Gary in sympathy. “Painful too. But I fear this is your last chance.”
Still, Connor resisted, and tried to get up, but found himself being firmly held to the table. Gary looked mournful and regretful, but Tina’s eyes were full of hope. “Ohhhhhhh!” Connor groaned out as the slug lurched again, this time painfully. He gripped at his mound, but it was rapidly shifting on his body. This was happening quite fast, leaving him full of nerves.
“Mffgghhh….nggghhh!” Now the shifts and lurches were coming in powerful throbs, Connor’s belly swelling out then in again. On instinct, he spread his legs wide, and felt himself crying. He squirmed and kicked out, begging for it to stop. His legs spread more. This was absolutely mortifying. He felt his basketball shorts beginning to tear apart before Tina even had the chance to pull them down.
Now his hole was burning, and the slugs was again beginning to breech it, wiggling fretfully as it did. “Nrrrggggghhhh…” Connor groaned, his hips swollen and pelvis aching. His belly was oh so low again, terribly and uncomfortably, settling heavily on his gender as he began to harden despite it all. “No, no, no…” Connor moaned, rubbing his hands up and down his mound as his breasts swelled and seeped into his shrinking shirt.
“You have to keep going,” Tina urged in his ear.
Connor groaned in self-disgust. The slug pushed more, causing him to release a surprised yelp. He trembled, and groaned, and was soon back to trying to escape. He felt the tip of the slug wriggling fretfully outside of him now, and Gary and Tina continued to keep him firmly pinned against the bed.
“You’re doing great,” Tina said, lifting one of Connor’s legs, hoping to give him more leverage.
Connor moaned and fought his damndest against his urge to push. His body was being stretched impossibly, leaving him shuddering, and his face flushed red. His arms roved helplessly up and down his swollen orb. He felt his fingers drawing up his shirt, releasing the overheated mounds on his chest, his nipples pushing out thin streams of milk as they wobbled with Connor’s whimpers and groans.
“Keep going…”
He could hardly breathe. Admittedly, the creature was doing most of the work. The more it resisted, the more it seemed to push out of him. He didn’t know how far the labor had progressed, he just knew that he was being stretched more than he had ever been in his life. He didn’t want it to proceed farther. It was too big. It was practically part of him by then. He wished he could vocalize this truth, but didn’t seem to have the air capacity in his lungs to do so. Instead he allowed the torture to go on.
He grunted, feeling himself stretching more, stretching impossibly.
“Keep pushing!”
“Nrrrgghhhh…godddd!” he moaned in protest, his eyes squeezed shut as sweat dripped down his throbbing body. He glimpsed his mound, flushed, sleek, and quite low on his torso. He screamed in pain as Tina began to apply pressure to it with her fingers.
“Fuck!” Connor choked out. “Please—oh god!” His ass was on fire. He felt it throbbing beneath him, absolutely massive. And still, the creature’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 his pain, wet lashes, and blurred vision, Connor somehow made out the figure standing there in the doorframe.
“M-Matt?”
The man in question staggered forward, presently clutching at a small mound in his shirt. Looking panicked, Matt began to speak, but was abruptly cut off when his body shuddered. He looked down at his pant leg, and began to kick wildly, before drawing it up to reveal an avocado-sized slug crawling along his skin.
Matt was looking positively alarmed. He continued to fumble and try to brush the creature off.
With a gasp, Gary left Connor’s side and hurried over to the front door, where he was quick to shut it, but Connor could already see slugs beginning to squeeze their way beneath it. They seemed to have followed Matt from downstairs. Gary then gave Matt a stunned look, before hurrying off out of the room, perhaps to get the stomach pump. In the meantime, Tina stayed by Connor, and encouragingly squeezed his hand.
“It’s fine Connor, just k-keep breathing. Don’t stop. You’re doing—”
Matt released a shrill scream as he staggered about the room, flailing. “They’re trying to—oh god!” Now he was pounding at his thigh, his fists simply bouncing against the slug as the creature proceeded. And more were rapidly approaching the young man from the door. Tina’s eyes never left the scene, but she looked like she might bolt.
“Mmmffghhhh!” Connor grunted out, as the massive slug inside of him shifted out at least another two inches. He twisted uncomfortably, trying and failing to clench it in place. His back arching, he gripped tightly as the sheets till his knuckles turned white.
He continued to hear Matt banging around in distress, knocking down everything his path. Connor opened his eyes just in time to see Matt flopping down on the floor. Connor wanted to reassure him, but he was a bit short on breath.
Matt writhed on the ground. “Oh no, oh g-god…” He choked on a slug, then swallowed it down. “What are these things?” He looked up at Connor. “What’s happening? W-why are you—?” His eyes widened at the sight of Connor's massive slug. “Oh god, oh g-mffghh…” Matt was interrupted as another slug crawled into his mouth.
Connor feebly tried to move, Tina continuing to hold his shoulder. He couldn’t handle this. It was all just too much! He struggled to breathe, and struggled in general, yelping out as his slug proceeded yet more. He could hear the large bucket of salt water beneath the table jostle—the place where his slug was expected to plop down.
“Almost there Connor…” Tina breathed as she looked around for Gary.
Connor pushed and pushed, his body hot and red. Soon Tina looked hopeful, and was fumbling with some tongs. Connor could hear a blood-curdling scream filling the air, and it took a while for him to realize that it was coming out of his own throat.
In the meantime, Matt’s body was just crawling with slugs, the smaller ones, that could easily be expelled via a stomach pump. His abdomen was swelling rapidly, diamonds of plump flesh forming between his buttons. Tina gave a wary look as Matt managed to get himself back up to his feet. He began to stagger right for them.
“Nyaahhh!” Tina squealed girlishly as Matt came crashing their way. He banged hard against the medical bed, Tina’s tiny body easily flung aside. Connor could only yelp as he watched the table begin to topside towards the wall.
Everything went dark.
