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Slugs II, Part 8
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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.
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Connor sat in an armchair in his living room, trying his best to tough out the contractions. He couldn't believe that he was being forced to go through labor. He did his best not to react to the painsthe slug didn't deserve the pleasure of bringing him to such a submissive state. At first, only Connor's face would contort, betraying his discomfort. But as the contractions grew more powerful, Connors body would tense when he had one, patches of sweat growing beneath his armpits. Finally Connor took to rubbing circles on his mound, resenting himself as he did. "Mmmmm..." he heard himself moan yet he couldn't stop it. The pain was getting incrementally worse. Once the latest contraction passed, Connor took a few deep breaths of air, his belly heaving as he did.
Gary and Tina were up and about, getting things prepared, only glancing at Connor every so often to make sure that he was okay.
Connor did his best not to make eye contact with either of them. He was mortified as it was.
Weirder than the contractions was the way his belly tightened with every one, his muscles clenching against the slug, and making Connor feel like he might burst.
And the slug was getting irritable; squirming now. It was all just nerve wracking. Connor continued to rub circles to calm the mound. He had gotten this far. He might as well get through with it.
Connors face reddened as a tingling sensation surged to his chest, his breasts feeling increasingly warm. This had been occurring between the contractions. It was all so terribly strange. And his nipples were beginning to hurt.
Connor.
Connor looked up to see Gary and Tina standing over him, surveying him.
How are things going? said Gary.
Fine, Connor forced out.
It looks like youre making steady progress. To help move things along, you might do some squats
Oh hell no.
Gary continued, I might also recommend
Bracing his hands tightly against the arms of the chair, Connor heaved himself up. But once he had, he realized that things had changed somewhat since he had last been upright. With a gasp, Connor automatically wrapped his arms around his mound. The fatty blob had shifted another inch or two downward, and felt uncomfortable, bobbing there, without support. His chest heaved where it stretched his t-shirt, the mounds there feeling uncomfortably tight, the sensation of his nipples against the shirt causing him to shiver. His pants felt tighter as well, and he could feel that some of his ass crack had come to be exposed over the hem. His narrow hips felt full and tight, straining to accommodate the girth of the shifting mound.
Easy, Tina warned.
Connor glared at her and proceeded forward, waddling towards the bathroom, where he could gain some privacy from their prying eyes.
Once the door closed behind him, Connor leaned against it, deeply breathing. His belly was full and round, though still had that soft, squishy texture to it that made it almost necessitate support. And his arms were getting tired. Despite it, Connor allowed his hands to trail along the mound. One hand slid down to his erection, that was practically popping out the failing pants. Connor pushed at his waistband, allowing his dick to protrude. He had been aroused since labor had started, to his disgust. It wasnt something he was comfortable complaining about to Gary. Besides, there seemed a simple enough solution.
Connor gently glided his fingers along the underside of his shaft. Ngghh! Instantly, he exploded, seed spraying against the underside of his belly as he staggered and struggled to stay on his feet. Pressing his back harder against the door, Connor grasped at the doorknob, as it was the only thing that he could reach for. Nrrghhh He released again to his surprise, seed now dripping from his belly onto the floor between his legs. He did his best to regain his composure, and hastily wiped some sweat from his brow. He fumbled to adjust his pants, but it was too much at that moment. He ejaculated a third time, his legs feeling like jelly as copious amounts of semen splattered against his lower belly. And then he stood there, trembling, gasping for breath. He wanted to collapse, but knew he would not be able to get back up. To his astonishment, his dick was still hard.
Errrgghhhh ! Connor grunted as a contraction hit. He hunched forward, clutching at his belly as it tightened atop his pelvis. Strangely, it not only tightened, but seemed to swell out this time, if just by a few inches. Sweat pouring down his temples and his dick oozing, Connor struggled for balance between the pain and pleasure. He panted as the contraction ended, his belly sinking back to its previous size.
Unnerved by his state, and the worsening contractions, Connor was determined to not have Tina and Gary find him in such a pathetic condition. More carefully, he heaved his sweatpants back up, though he could still feel a good portion of his bottom protruding over the back waistband. He grabbed up some paper towels and wiped up the sopping, sticky underside of his belly. He then tried to lean down to the floor, but it was too awkward and uncomfortable. He almost tipped right over.
Flushed and panting, Connor carefully eased himself down onto the tiles, having to spread his legs painfully wide to make room for his belly. Mmmmpppffghhh He groaned as he had another contraction, his belly pushing out again, swelling inches until his belly button looked like a small tangerine. He became flushed and could hardly breathe, though the contraction seemed to go on forever.
There was a knock on the door. Connor, you okay in there?
Finally, the contraction began to subside, his belly slowly sinking back into place. Connor gasped for breath. F-fine, he forced out. Things were getting scary. Connor stared at his belly, perched like a large ball on the floor. He hated the creature. Connor half suspected that it wanted him dead.
Connor heard Gary walk away. Grabbing up the paper towels he had dropped, Connor did his best to wipe his cum off the floor, awkwardly leaning against his belly as it pressed the ground and restricted his arm range whilst being uncomfortably jostled. Once he had done his best job at clean-upthough not a particularly good oneConnor took a few moments to catch his breath.
He didnt know how, but he managed to climb up, gripping at the counter as he did. Soon he was on his feet, leaning over the sink, again panting and sweating, and feeling like he might fall apart. He gripped at his mound, still disbelieving that he would be giving birth to this thing.
Connor slowly lifted his face or observe his reflection in the mirror.
His belly was perched on the counter, fat sphere that it was. It was very, almost strangely, low now. It looked slightly bigger than it had at the start of the contractions. Connor blankly stared. No longer perched atop his belly, but now a few inches above it, Connors B-cup breasts protruded, stretching his shirt. His nipples were sticking out profoundly, looking unnaturally erect.
His hips were still slim, but looked strained now, bulging out somewhat, as though slowly taking on the implausible bulk of his low belly. Connor turned somewhat to see his backside, and was stunned by how fat and plump it had gotten behind him, now half of it sticking out over the waistband of his straining sweatpants. Oh god, he whispered, siding his hands down to rub the plump mounds. His face reddened as his bottom tingled, his dick beginning to drip again. One didnt get more fertile than he was. He looked like a cow. He looked like he was ready to pop out three or four babies.
There was more knocking on the door. You really shouldnt be alone in there, Tina called.
Connor grimaced. C-coming, he forced out as he looked down from the mirror, resenting what the slug had done to him.
He made his way to the door, opened it, and waddled out of the bathroom, even though his hips felt full and tight, like they were being pushed even wider. He felt that he could barely walk, but he tried to remain composed as he could as he slowly proceeded towards the living room with an awkward and uncomfortable gait, his body rocking as he pushed himself forward. He desperately clutched at his belly, but it felt as though it was slipping away from him. He just managed to drop himself onto the couch as another contraction hit.
Nrrgghhhhhh He twisted and turned. His hips were aching. His ass felt as though it was throbbing. His belly was pushing, pushing against his pelvis, his muscles heaving, slamming the slug deeper. Oh god, Connor squirmed, sweat seeping into his clothes. Somethings wrong He croaked, as more pressure surged between his hips, atop his loins. He sprawled himself across the couch, hoping it would help with the discomfort, but this only worsened things. He spread his legs wide as he could, his belly quavering, feeling like it would burst right apart. Tina and Gary stood by to watch as Connor grunted and twisted, desperately rubbing at his hips and gut, his eyes tearing as more of the mass was jammed into his pelvis.
Then it stopped, and Connor was left gasping and choking, afraid to move, his hips were under so much strain. Now his belly was several inches below his ribs, and truly, abnormally low. Every move the slug made left Connor shuddering in pain and arousal.
Connor tried to get upright. Tina aided him, but restricted him as well. She allowed him up somewhat, but not sitting. Instead she propped some pillows behind his back. His dick was uncomfortably squashed beneath the mound.
Easy, Gary supervised. We dont want to reverse the progress.
Connor wasnt sure what they were talking about but didnt care. Help me up, he breathed. Just need some air. He felt suffocated. He absently tugged at his collar. His breasts felt as though they were burning in the tight material. He slid his hands down, beneath the mounds, marveling at the six inches of flat skin that had been returned to him. But then his body bloated out again as his hand slipped down to the very-low mound. He grunted as his mass trembled yet again. He could tell that the slug was not pleased by the way things were progressing.
Connor, youre in active labor, said Gary. So try to get comfortable. Were not going to be able to move you.
Youre not serious? said Connor weakly. Tina got a scissor and began to cut a low neckline in his T-shirt. He resented her forwardness, and that his cleavage was becoming exposed, furthering his humiliation, were that even possible. But the sensation of the cool air on his burning chest almost made him let it go.
I am, said Gary. Entirely.
Connor gasped as his belly button twitched, then wiggled. He reddened, wondering if the slug truly was trying to burst out of him. Hastily cupping it, he turned back to his landlord. Gary, dont be ridiculooohhhh mfffggghhh Connor moaned, as he was hit with another of the ever-changing contractions. He arched his back and kicked out as his belly continued to be jammed into his pelvis. Fuuuhhh ohhh guuu nnrrggghhhhhh He clutched his lower belly, as though to fight it. Stop, oh god, make it stooo oooohhhhh It ended just as Connor came against the underside of the mound. Now it was beginning to resemble a massive udder more than a pregnancy, a fat, flushed ball, sticking out beneath his shirt. Connor covered his eyes with his arm, embarrassed that he was crying. He could feel tension shifting to his posterior.
You have nothing to be embarrassed about. Its completely natural, Tina assured Connor as she took to rubbing his mound.
Connor said nothing. He suspected there was nothing natural about this.
Connor, I think its time for you to start pushing, said Gary. The next contraction will be any min-
When it hit, Connor face turned red and his eyes went wide. He knew Gary was right, and that it was time to push the creature out of him. And yet the slug had other things in mind.
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yah!! i hope the slug puts up a good fight and he only gets bigger. muhaahaha
