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Boyfriend - Alternate Ending
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It was a miracle that she had managed to escape, crawling outside, her belly rubbing against the grass. But then her limbs gave out, and she remembered dropping to her side. And then there were murmurs and gasps that surrounded her. Cona awoke hours later in an operating room, surrounded by surgeons.
“…appears to be some kind of parasite…” one Doctor said, holding up some scans.
“…could be a teratoma…” another was saying.
Sprawled on her back, Cona weakly grasped at her massive mound. If felt full, tight, and even bigger than before. Disoriented as she was, she could barely find the strength to speak. She tried to, to tell everyone about everything that had transpired, but all that came out was a indecipherably mumbling. They must have given her sedatives or something of the like.
A surgeon’s face appeared, only their eyes visible beyond a cap and mask. “It’s okay, miss,” said a male voice. “We’re going to remove the mass. Everything is going to be okay.”
An anesthesia mask was fitted over Cona’s face and she inhaled the slight odor of gas. They were putting her under. She continued to try to speak, but everything just got increasingly hazy, the world swaying back and forth rhythmically, almost comfortingly.
And then her belly tensed. Cona stiffened as something beneath the surface lurched. She felt her loins tighten and her vaginal lips bulge as something—something started to crown!
Before Cona could react, the gas overwhelmed her, and she was consumed by blackness.
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When Cona came to, she was sprawled on her side, her beach ball of a belly just as massive as ever. The hospital gown was so small on her it had no hopes of closing in the back. She could see her belly button bulging out against the material, tennis-ball sized, and visibly throbbing. Her plump, swollen breasts were perched high on her chest, nipples sore and tingling.
Cona groaned. Her vaginal lips were sore now, how she usually felt after having sex with someone who was particularly well-endowed. And the lips were still bloated out, like something was pressing at them from within. Cona shifted in discomfort, her legs shuddering in both pain and arousal. She weakly managed to lean over the edge of the bed, and she gasped at what she saw covering the floor of the operating room.
What wasn’t occupied by medical supplies were unconscious surgeons and nurses, sprawled about in varying positions, as though they had all abruptly fallen unconscious. As Cona squinted at the floor, she thought that she saw something squirming—what looked like a massive slug! But it disappeared from her sight just as quickly. She just hoped that she had imagined it.
One of the surgeons on the floor groaned awake. Another shifted in discomfort, tightly folding her arms over her abdomen. An unconscious nurse had something that appeared to be visibly…squirming in her pants. Cona gasped as the creature wiggled about against the nurse’s groin then disappeared inside of her. The nurse didn’t awake but moaned in her sleep.
Cona unconsciously shook her head in denial. This couldn’t be happening. Not after all that she had gone through. Not when she had been so close to freedom of the things.
She struggled to get up, her belly so heavy by then. It heaved and wriggled, and made her groan, clutching it. Her lips bulged more and she reached for her groin praying that more of the slugs didn’t come out. She had to find John. She had been stupid to run away from him.
One of the surgeons started to get up. He ripped off his mask and held his abdomen with a groan. Then he looked around the room with a questioning look. “What the hell happened?” The surgeon glanced down at his scrubs, at his gently bulging abdomen.
Breathing heavily, Cona watched her belly throb. She clutched at her vaginal lips, but they just bulged more. She couldn’t hold them in any longer. “Run,” she groaned.
And as the next of her offspring pushed against her hand, the surgeon staring as Cona struggled and squirmed, Cona came to the suspicion that her condition had no end. “Nnnngggghhhh….”
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