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Slugs II, Part 6
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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 was somewhat unnerved by Zacks physical and mental state. Connor wondered whether Zack would go back to normal in time. Maybe he should see a doctor. Zack seemed almost traumatized.
Connor looked down at himself, at the round mound attached to his torso. Connor just reminded himself that this would be over soon. He would deal with any after-effects once he got there.
The slug wriggled slightly, causing Connor to redden, his dick hardening and stretching out the front of his pants. How could he be aroused by this? Connor was disgusted by himself. His head down, Connor made his way to his office. He closed the door, but even so, two large glass windows looked right into the office from the main floor. The firm had an open-door policy, after all.
Connor sat down and tried to focus on getting work done. He busied himself with paperwork for most of the day. Occasionally his stomach grumbled, causing him to groan. Connor tried not to think about food. He didnt even look through the glass window to see what his employees were having for lunch. But as the day wore on, Connors hunger grew and grew. Soon he was flushed and sweating, and his belly was tensing in pain and discomfort. Okay, okay he groaned, opening a drawer and pulling out some menus. He supposed he could order five, no, two two pizzas. Ill have two pizzas, Connor said to himself breathlessly as he lifted up the phone.
Compulsively, he ended up loading the deep-dish pies up with extra cheese, steak, pepperoni, sausage, alfredo sauce, and fried chicken skinthe restaurants specialty. Connor could hardly focus as he waited. The slug squirmed again, and soon he could no longer contain himself. He heaved himself up and headed to his office bathroom, where he unzipped his pants and began to pump. It wasnt long before his seed was spraying into the toilet, Connor gripping the wall just to hold himself up.
When he had finished, Connor stood there panting for a while. He flushed the toilet, went to the sink, and washed his hands. He splashed his face with water, repetitively, trying to cool his heated skin. As he straightened, he looked himself over in the mirror. His clothes seemed tighter on him than ever, pasted against his bloated mound. And his chest felt sore, his nipples aching. In fact, his breasts seemed more bloated than they had been that morning.
Gulping, Connor turned away from the mirror and walked back out of the bathroom. As he did, there was a knock on the office door, and Connor could see that the pizza delivery man had arrived. His belly lurched, almost in anticipation, his dick hardening again to Connors surprise.
Holding his lower belly, Connor made his way to the door and awkwardly took the two pizzas as the delivery guy stared.
The delivery boy was decidedly surprised. The development of Connors mound had been very abrupt. The delivery boy remembered Connor from the last time he had ordered pizzas from that restaurant, when Connor had been slim and lean, several weeks before.
You can just put it on the company account, said Connor awkwardly, handing the pizza guy some bills for the tip.
The pizza boy blinked out of his reverie, took the money, and hurried off, not without giving Connor several alarming glances in his retreat.
His cheeks reddening, Connor closed his office door. He lowered the extra-large pies to the desk, opened the first box, and nearly lost himself right there as he was immersed in the meaty, cheesy aroma of the meal.
Connor struggled to maintain control. He could see some people watching him from the corner of his eyes, as though they were curious of what Connors diet was like for him to have packed on such a mound in such little time.
Connor sat down at his desk, pulled out a paper plate from one of his drawers, and took one slice. He turned his attention to his computer screen and ate slowly, bite by bite, despite the uncomfortable squirming of the worm.
Once he was finished, Connor gave a glance through his office windows. His employees seemed to have lost interest in his meal, and most were back to work, if not chattering by the water cooler on company time.
Connor reached into the box and lifted another slice.
Over the course of two hours, Connor nonchalantly made his way through both pizzas. Despite that he was eating slowly and continuously, he somehow still felt incredibly hungry, as though the pizzas werent enough. It was nearing the end of the work day as he munched on the last slice. Despite his dissatisfaction, his stomach felt tight where it was perched heavily against his lap. Connor glanced down at himself to stare at the twin bulges his breasts were making in his shirt. They felt bloated and uncomfortable, and were protruding quite visibly now.
His belly was a rounded ball that was unbearably tight in his shirt. He could see that diamonds of skin had begun to form between his buttons.
Maybe the pizza was for the best, Connor thought as he munched on the last slice. At least he could finally get this over with. There was no question as to whether he was big enough now. He looked huge. Connor lifted up his phone and dialed a number. Hi, Gary? Connor said, his voice somewhat muffled as he finished off the slice. Im working late, but Im heading out soon, and I really think I should stop by, he said awkwardly. I, um, I grew, and
Thats fine, said Gary nervously on the other line. Thats good actually. Just take things slow. Call me when youre on your way. Ill get things prepared.
Connor absently nodded. Sure. Okay, I will. It was almost horrifying to think of what was in store for him next.
Connor hung up the phone, and sighed. He could see that the sky was dark now, and that the rest of the office had already emptied out. Holding his belly, Connor heaved himself up from his seat. He groaned. The round mound bobbed slightly, despite that he supported it. It was definitely bigger, and on the cusp of bulging out beneath his shrinking button-down.
Continuing to clutch his belly, Connor began to haul his heavy body towards the door, when suddenly his office phone began to ring. Connor froze, and couldnt help returning to his desk and lifting it. Hello?
It was one of his employees. Connors eyes widened at the panicked yammering on the other line.
Apparently one of the companys top clients was meeting with other agencies. The account was a mess. A deal hadnt gone bad. If this wasnt resolved, it could mean the end of the whole firm.
Hurrying back to his seat, Connor turned his computer on and began to open the account. He hunched over his desk, his belly perched in his lap and pressing against the keyboard tray. He put his phone on speaker and began typing away, immersing himself in damage control, and completely forgetting about his other plans. He reached down and unbuttoned his ever-tightening shirt and pants, sighing as his body was freed of constriction. After a few hours, his stomach began to tense and lurch, and Connor hastily ordered another fully-loaded pizza on his cell phone.
They were at it all night. Or so Connor supposed. He vaguely remembered resolving the account, and managing to get in touch with the client in the early hours of the morning. He had slapped a new deal on the table, and the client had lapped it up.
And then suddenly the sun was out, the office was bright, and Connor was lifting his face off his keyboard. He blearily looked around, from his desk phone that was lying off the hook as it emitted an endless dial tone, to the continuous stream of the letter R covering the document on Connors computer scream. Finally, Connor laid his eyes on the vacant cardboard pizza box, atop of which were a dozen or so emptied Chinese food cartons that he couldnt remember ordering.
Connor slowly straightened his sore back with a groan. He rubbed his eyes to see that it was morning time, his employees walking about the office and getting situated behind their cubicles.
Connors secretary poked her head into the room. Boss? Your meeting with Hendrickson starts in an hour. With that, she disappeared again, the door swinging shut behind him.
Connors eyes widened. He began to start, but grunted, and had to pause and hold his belly as he was abruptly acquainted with his size. Connor slowly looked down and stared at the mound attached to his torso.
His button-down hung open, his belly protruding completely beneath the thin white tank top he was wearing beneath it. He didnt look due anymore. He couldnt imagine that pregnant women got this large, unless there were unusual circumstances, like multiples or something. Which meant that he looked overdue. He had gone beyond what Gary had asked of him. Connor gulped and absently rubbed the mound, not really knowing what else to do. But he couldnt miss this meeting. He just had to get through this meeting.
Connor looked through the glass windows into his office, and when he was certain that no one was looking, he got up and hurried into the bathroom adjoining the room.
He was so heavy. His dick was hard, and presently jabbing against the underside of his belly. His belly button was swollen, and protruded out oddly. For several moments, Connor struggled to button his shirt closed. He pressed, squeezed, and compacted his belly, his face reddening as he desperately tried to get his buttons to meet. Nrrrgghhh Connor grunted, as his dick tensed, and splattered seed against the underside of his belly. The mound gave a powerful squirm. His body was heaving. His breasts looked like B-cups by then. He shuddered at another powerful lurch that made him nearly keel over between discomfort and arousal. His belly button throbbed strangely. Connor gasped for breath.
Wetting some tissues, he did his best to wipe the cum off his mound. With that, he resumed his efforts to squeeze himself into his too-small attire, slowly getting one button to close, then a second, followed by a third. By the fourth, he was breathless, his bloated flesh bulging through the diamonds of skin made by the strained fabric. He managed to get the remainder of the buttons closed, and they seemed on the cusp of just bursting apart again. But this would do for now. He just had to get through this meeting. Beads of sweat poured down the side of Connors flushed face.
On further examination of himself, Connor couldnt help noticing that his hips seemed somewhat wider. He placed his hands on them. They were certainly aching. Connor slid his hand to his bulging navel. There was no hiding the strangeness of that.
He carefully tugged at the skin-tight shirt material, inches of his belly protruding out from the bottom. But then he relinquished his attempts to increase the coverage. He didnt want the fabric to tear.
Carefully supporting his belly, Connor returned to his office. He lifted his blazer from the back of his chair and swung it around his shoulders. It didnt really hide anything. It was too small.
Taking a deep breath of air, Connor grabbed a folder off his desk and left for the meeting.
Comments
Phat94
Can we expect the female version today as well? Or was that a temporary thing? Don't mean to be rude, just checking.
