Slugs II, Part 7 - 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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When Connor entered the meeting room, his clients and some employees were already seated around the large, rectangular table, waiting for him. Eyes bulged as Connor’s massive girth preceded him into the room. Connor’s button-down shirt was skin-tight and offered poor coverage, skin bulging out between the straining buttons, his bloated flesh pushing out from beneath the hem. The sensation of the fabric squeezing him left Connor sweating and breathless. As he eased himself down into his chair at the head of the table, he withheld a groan as the cotton shirt material tightened around him even more. His belly pressed into his lap and disappeared beneath the table, though the damage was already done, at least based on the ghost-faced expressions around the table. Connor tried his best to maintain what composure he had. He left his blazer in place, not that it offered much, in terms of coverage. He didn’t notice that his upper most button was undone—he had been more focused on the lower buttons—and his flushed fold of cleavage was on display, his round B-cup breasts straining the fabric, his hard nipples sticking out against the material.
Connor shuffled some of the papers set before him. He cleared his throat. “So who’s starting?” he said, deciding that he would take a back seat role in this deal.
There was a full minute of silence as everyone continued to gawk at Connor. Finally, Connor’s young employee, Jenkins, snapped out of his reverie. “Erm, yes, I would like to start by introducing the Hendricksons to our clause, dictating that…”
Connor tried his best to focus on the discussion around the table, but the thing inside of him—the fat slug—it lurched, causing his cheeks to redden. Deeply breathing, Connor rubbed his belly beneath the table. The slug gave another powerful lurch. “Nrrghh…” Connor groaned, feeling his belly button twitch. He struggled not to explode.
Connor opened his eyes when he realized that the room had gone silent following his groan. All eyes were again on him. Connor nonchalantly took a sip of water. “Where were we?”
Roger, another employee, cleared his throat. “Yes, we were just getting into…” And so the discussion went on.
From there, the slug continued to twitch and shift, but nothing too powerful. Connor continued to rub large circles on his belly, desperately hoping it would calm down. Maybe it was hungry. God, he was hungry. Connor’s eyes shifted to the large basket of untouched bagels in the center of the table, with cream cheese, butter, jelly, and some meat toppings. There was a box of donuts beside it.
As his clients and employees continued to discuss the deal, Connor lifted a paper plate and pulled the basket of bagels over to him. He tried to be discreet as he loaded a bagel up with three inches of cream cheese and worked his way through it, sucking down every crumb. He grabbed a second bagel, this time packing it with butter. Every so often, someone would give Connor a nervous glance, but Connor had relinquished any control he might have had prior to his first bite. He was ravenous. He stuffed his face with a third, a fourth, and a fifth bagel, his belly tightening, and increasing the strain on his tightly-packed shirt.
There was a popping noise, and some of the tension disappeared. Connor became aware that one of his shirt buttons had finally snapped off. He could feel his swollen belly button and several inches of his bloated flesh pushing out into the cool air beneath the table. Connor looked around, though no one else seemed to notice that he was bursting out of his clothes. Connor lowered his latest, half-eaten bagel as he saw that the meeting was wrapping up.
“Thank you so much, mam,” Jenkins was saying as he shook Mrs. Hendrickson’s hand. “You will not be disappointed.”
As the meeting ended, and everyone began to stand up one by one, Connor remained planted to his seat. He leaned up slightly, if just to shake hands with the Hendricksons, his belly pressing more heavily into his lap as he awkwardly shifted. At the curious looks his clients gave at his apparent rudeness, Connor patted the pile of papers before him. “I just want to go over the contracts one more time. Make sure everything is in order.” He winked.
The Hendricksons gave Connor grateful smiles, before they joined his employees in filtering out of the room, until Connor was alone there. Connor released a sigh of relief. His belly heaved up and down as he struggled to breathe. Another button popped.
Connor felt the mass of his belly. He was getting huge. He had to get out of there, but was having trouble thinking of a discreet way to go about it. Additionally, his attention kept shifting to the untouched box of donuts in the center of the table.
The ringing of his cell phone momentarily snapped Connor’s attention away from the donuts. Reaching into his blazer pocket, Connor pulled out his phone and saw that it was Gary calling. Taking a gulp, Connor answered. “Hi Gary…”
“Connor, I was expecting you last night. What’s going on?”
“I ended up staying the night at work, and then I had a big meeting, so—”
“How are things looking?” Gary cut him off. “Did you manage to maintain the size we discussed?”
“God, I…” said Connor weakly. “I can’t…stop eating.” Again, his eyes drifted to the donuts in the center of the table.
“I’m coming to pick you up,” said Gary firmly. “Be outside in five minutes.”
Connor blinked. “Gary, I look like a mess. I’m bursting out of my clothes.” Connor reddened. “I can’t let my employees see me like this. We have to wait—”
“Five minutes,” Gary reiterated. Then the line went dead.
Connor breathed deeply, in and out. Tearing his eyes away from the pastries, he pushed back his chair, and he tightly gripped onto the edge of the table. “Nrrgghhhh…” he groaned, as he heaved himself onto his feet. His belly pushed outward, another two buttons popping off to free his mound of constriction. And then he marveled at it. He estimated that he looked due with triplets, though he wasn’t too sure. Connor gasped for breath as he absently rubbed at the underside of his mound. It was completely round, but not hard. More like bloated and fatty. His back felt tense, and his hips were aching badly. His pants felt extremely tight, especially in the seat. Meanwhile the lower half of his shirt was open, leaving his belly exposed.
Connor grabbed some of the papers on the table before him, and awkwardly held them to his belly, though they didn’t offer much coverage. He started for the door, where he noticed that his gait was more awkward than ever.
This was partly because his belly seemed slightly lower. It had dropped somewhat, at least an inch or two, and was putting more strain than ever on his pelvis. Did that mean it was time? Maybe he hadn’t gone too far after all. Taking a deep breath, Connor exited the meeting room.
Thankfully, no clients were present, just his employees, who were absolutely gawking at him, jaws hanging slack. Connor ignored them, and made a bee-line to the door, somehow waddling his way through his humiliation. He exited the office building just as he saw Gary’s beat-up sedan pull up to the curb.
Connor made his way towards it, now panting. He could see Gary’s face through the window. The scientist didn’t look pleased or optimistic…just stunned. It didn’t seem like a good thing. Connor opened the passenger side door, and hesitated, not certain that his mound could negotiate the cramped space.
Gary quickly leaned down and adjusted the seat back as far as it could go. Connor eased his body in, though it was still tight. He leaned back in the chair and tried to catch his breath. “S-slowly,” he entreated, as he clutched his mound.
The fact that even Gary was staring at him made Connor’s heart sink. Now he knew he was too big. But if he couldn’t birth this thing, how was he going to get rid of it?
“We have to act fast,” said Gary, redirecting his eyes to the road. He pulled off of the curb. “We don’t have much time.”
As they drove off, Connor struggled to contain his feelings of nausea, as well as the strange, increasing pressure within his pelvis. It wasn’t long before they were back at the house, and Gary was helping Connor down into the basement apartment.
“Just give me a…a minute,” said Connor, feeling breathless still. He clutched his heavy mound with both hands and waddled to his bedroom, where he sat on the bed and took several moments to breathe. He looked down at his clothes, which were sticky with sweat.
Connor removed the remnants of his shirt, and eased himself out of his pants. He leaned down to his night stand, where he pulled out a large T-shirt he generally used as a pajama top. Connor slid it on, and it was tight, as expected. But it was dry at least. It stretched down over half of his belly, which was actually impressive.
Connor then slid into a pair of sweatpants, that were again tight at his backside. He suspected that his posterior had grown some more, though he didn’t really want to see just how much.
There was a gentle knock on the door. “Come in,” said Connor, feeling somewhat composed again.
Gary walked in. Connor was surprised, and also embarrassed, to see that Gary was accompanied by a petite girl with a pixie cut and rectangular glasses.
“Connor, this is my assistant, Tina. She will be helping us throughout the next steps.”
“Well, great,” said Connor miserably. He self-consciously tugged at the bottom of his shirt. Tina’s eyes had darted straight down to his bulging navel.
Gary approached, pulling a needle out of the pocket of his lab coat as he did. “Now Connor, if you roll up your sleeve, I will administer the induction drug.”
Connor paled. “Wait, you mean…to induce? N-now? A-aren’t we going to go over everything? I thought we were going to discuss it.”
“I know you’re nervous Connor,” said Gary, looking truly uneasy at that moment. “But the bigger the slug grows, the harder it will be. We need to do this now.”
Feeling exhausted from his day and a half stuck at work, Connor truly couldn’t imagine trying to give birth to this thing now, not in his current state. And yet Connor had never seen Gary so steadfast about anything. This must have been really serious. And so, gulping, Connor gave a slight nod. He rolled up his shirt sleeve, closed his eyes, and soon felt the needle piecing into his flesh.
