Slugs 1 - Male Version

$7/Bronze Directory
$12/Silver Directory
$22/Gold Directory

Story Schedule

Summary: All Ted had wanted to do was rent an apartment. But somehow he ended up pregnant with massive, mutated slugs. Contains: Male: pregnancy, belly expansion, breast expansion, butt expansion, and more.

This story is a work of fiction. All characters featured in this work are 18 years of age or older.

-

Ted had had it with slugs. It was the main downside of having a basement apartment. Every morning, he would wake up to find several of them slithering sluggishly across his living room floor.

Ted had tried every pesticide the local convenience story had had to offer, but nothing seemed to get rid of them. He decided it was time for a less conventional solution.

Exiting his apartment and going up the stairs to the side of the house, Ted walked to the front and knocked on the door, but there was no answer. Ted rented from his uncle, who occupied the rest of the two-story house. Though a bit of an oddball, Ted’s uncle was a successful animal biologist. He conducted most of his trials in the confines of his home as there were few labs willing to host his strange experiments.

Ted knocked several more times, but heard nothing beyond the door. A glance at the driveway made Ted realize that his uncle’s car wasn’t there. Reaching into his pocket, Ted pulled out the emergency key his uncle had given to him for the house. Ted had previously been warned not to enter unless there was an emergency, but the slug problem was emergent as far as Ted was concerned. Last week when he’d brought a girl over, she had turned pale and run off before they had even made it to the bedroom. And who could blame her? Slugs were terrible!

Unlocking the door, Ted walked into the house. There was bound to be something in there that would get rid of the pests.

At twenty-five, Ted was a bit of a slacker. He was extremely interested in science, which was one of the perks of living just below his renowned uncle Gary. But for some reason, Ted had always found difficulty passing classes. He had flunked out of college two times, and his parents had gotten so irritated with him, they had kicked him out. Ted barely got by working at the nearby gas station convenience store, but for some reason, Ted liked his life. He did what he wanted, and no one really expected anything of him.

As Ted entered the house, he turned on the lights and headed for where he knew his uncle’s private lab was. He pushed open the door and gazed around in his usual amazement at all the tubes, beakers, jars, and microscopes, the flickering lights, and the complicated equations covering the portable chalk board. His uncle was a true mad scientist. Ted approached a shelf of jars. He swore, there was something moving in each one. It took him a while to tear his eyes away. With a sigh, Ted found a cabinet with some aerosol canisters.

“One of these has got to do something…” he muttered to himself, poking around. Most of the cans had scribbled labels made personally by his uncle. The handwriting was so bad, it was had to decipher a lot of them. “Plant-provoker?” Ted read a label in confusion, then continued to dig around. “Pesti…pesti-something.” Ted lifted a purple can, squinting at the label. It looked as though it said ‘pestigenic’ but that didn’t make sense. Then again, little about uncle Gary did. Shrugging to himself, Ted took the can and walked off. “This should do the trick.”

Ted went back to his basement apartment, and proceeded to spray every crevice, corner, nook, and cranny with the purple pest spray. Only after the can had been emptied, the fruity fumes of the aerosol permeating the air, was Ted vaguely satisfied. “That should be enough,” he said to himself, tossing the can in the waste basket.

Taking a glance at the clock, Ted decided it was time for an afternoon nap. Pulling off his shirt, he dropped himself against his musty couch cushions, and promptly fell asleep.

-

A few hours later, Ted awoke to something slimy slithering on him. “Eugh,” he groaned, sleepily trying to swat the slug away, but for some reason, it just stuck to him.

Ted opened his eyes, and was instantly shocked to see that a slug indeed was adhered to his stomach. In fact, several of them were. Giant, slimy, beige slugs, with squishy, plump bodies. They looked firm but soft, and at their largest widths, each was the diameter of a tennis ball. At least three of them were working their way up his slim body. One was on his neck, and Ted tried to pull it off, but the slime was like gum, and the slug just smacked back against his skin.

Now it was crawling up his jaw, and Ted’s skin was crawling. He opened his mouth to scream, when the slug suddenly crawled inside.

Ted gagged. He tried to spit out the creature, but it was just too big, stretching his mouth and puffing out his cheeks. Its protruding tail-end wiggled as it jammed itself further and further into Ted’s mouth. It was warm and sleek, it’s body pulsating disgustingly. Ted reached into his mouth to remove it, but it was too slippery and firm. It just pushed itself into his throat.

Unable to breathe, Ted gagged for a moment. He had no choice but to swallow, his body shuddering as the pudgy mass slithered down his throat. It hit his stomach heavily, and Ted could feel it still wiggling about. He felt nauseous, and would have run off to the bathroom in an attempt to purge the creature, but was preoccupied by the other slugs working their way up his torso.

“What is happening!?” Ted cried, struggling to remove the second slug that was slithering over his collarbone was concerning haste. “Someone help-!” He was cut off as the second slug slid into his mouth. He shook his head furiously, struggling to shove it out with his tongue, and tug it out with his fingers, but the thing was so resilient. Ted was again overpowered. It crawled to his throat, and Ted was forced to swallow. He grunted in discomfort as the squirming creature joined the first in is abdomen.

“The spray,” he muttered in realization. It must have mutated the slugs somehow!

Ted looked down at himself to see two additional slugs crawling up his body, and several others crawling across the floor towards him.

Ted got up from the couch and ran towards his bedroom. He stepped on one of the slugs in the process, but his foot just bounced against its fleshy body, and the thing continued to crawl.

Once in his bedroom, Ted closed and locked the door. The faint squirming in his abdomen was going to make him sick, but Ted tried not to think about it. Instead, he became concerned by the slugs now crawling up his chest.

He began digging in his dresser drawers for anything that might kill them. He tried spraying them with colognes and deodorants, he even smacked at them with a dictionary, but they just crawled further up his chest.

Ted began to panic. Spotting his cell phone on his night table, he grabbed it and fumbled to dial. Just as he pressed the SEND key, a third slug forced its way into his mouth.

“911, what is your emergency?” questioned the operator on the other line. Ted struggled to speak, but only produced moaning noises. The phone fell from his hand as the slug continued to invade his mouth.

“Hello?” continued the operator. “Hello, is anyone there?”

Ted tried to scream once he had swallowed down the third slug, but it was immediately replaced by a fourth. A fifth was already waiting on his chin. Ted could hear the faint noise of the phone call disconnecting as he stumbled back and leaned on the wall.

The fourth slug heavily hit his stomach, which already felt full, as though he had indulged in a huge meal. He groaned as he stomach tightened more, pushing out somewhat. What are they doing to me? he wondered distressfully, as the fifth slug stuffed itself into his mouth. Why are they going inside of me?

There were no more slugs on his body, but three were on the floor, crawling towards him. Another was squeezing itself under the door to join the others on the bedroom floor.

The slug in his mouth entered his throat, and Ted swallowed it down. “Eughh…” he groaned as it dropped into his stomach, pushing it further out. Ted placed his hand against his abdomen, which had become bloated, and rounded. He was nauseated.

“Ah!” said Ted, only then noticing the slug right in front of him crawl onto his foot. He desperately tried to kick it off, but it was adhered to him.

He couldn’t take any more. He had to get out. Ted took to a run, dodging the slugs on the floor, and exiting his bedroom. But as he threw himself out the door, he became unbalanced, and tripped on some slugs in the hallway. He fell to all fours.

One slug crawled onto his leg, another, on his hand. Ted tried to stand, his body shuddering as he felt the slug on his leg crawl up the back of his thigh and into his basketball shorts. Just as he started getting his feet beneath him, he felt the slug crawl into his underwear, and up his posterior. He started to panic as it crawled towards his opening. “No – don’t – ohhhh…” Ted groaned, his eyes going cross as the slug entered him. He sunk back to his hands as knees, grunting as the slug shifted deeper and deeper inside him, until hitting his stomach. He gasped for breath.

“Oh god,” Ted groaned, holding his rounded abdomen. On shaky knees, he finally got himself on his feet. He stumbled for the door, ignoring the slugs still crawling on him.

Ted exited his apartment, closed the door, and made his way to his car. He climbed inside, and started it, not looking back as he drove off.

He tried his best to focus, and ignore the four slugs crawling on various parts of his body. One was already making its way up his neck. “No, no, no,” he quietly protested, but it was futile. The slug started to breech his mouth, and Ted struggled to breathe. Luckily he was at a red light. He hurriedly shoved it deeper in, forcing it into his throat. The light changed as the slug hit his stomach, and his belly tightened more. Ted had to pull over as he felt one of the slugs making its way up the back of his knee.

Ted closed his eyes and tried to breathe through the slug making its way to his anus. He grunted as it entered him, his shoulders twisting in his discomfort. As another slug entered his mouth, Ted fell into muffled moans.

Why were the creatures invading him – literally, occupying his body? He could feel the mass of them squirming in his stomach. He looked as though he was six months pregnant!

There was one slug left. Ted helplessly allowed it to crawl into his mouth. When it was over, Ted opened his eyes and looked around uncertainly, half expecting ten more to burst out of his glove compartment. But there were no more, and Ted breathed a sigh of relief.

He reached down to the passenger’s seat to grab his phone, only to realize that he had left it back at his apartment, with his clothes, wallet, and other personal belongings. Ted looked in his back seat, and saw a spare shirt he sometimes kept in case he went to the track and needed a change of clothes.

Ted grabbed it and pulled it over his head, stunned by how tight the T-shirt had gotten at his stomach. His belly felt tight and pressurized. Ted pressed his hand against the mass. It was firm but soft. He tugged at the bottom of his shirt, but it was insistent upon exposing a generous sliver of his bloated flesh.

Tearing his eyes away from his stomach, Ted tried to figure out what to do next. His first instinct was to go see his uncle, but there was no guarantee he was home yet, and Ted didn’t want to risk another encounter with the mutated slugs. Having no phone on him, Ted knew getting in touch with his uncle would pose some difficulty.

Ted also considered going to the hospital, but wasn’t sure how he would go about explaining the situation. He was also a little scared. He somehow expected some government agents to swoop in once they realized his affliction, just like in the scifi movies he watched. Ted didn’t think he could handle being experimented on.

The pressure was just so…uncomfortable. Ted absently rubbed his belly. He felt a wiggle beneath his fingertips, and shuddered.

Ted drove around. It took him quite a while to spot a pay phone – they were practically extinct – but when he did, he pulled over, and dug fifty cents out of his seat cushions.

The payphone was by a park, and there were parents talking, children playing, and people walking their dogs. Altogether the scene was far too public for Ted to feel comfortable leaving his car with his rounded pregnant-looking belly and too-small T-shirt. He sat and waited until the park got a little less busy, staring at the phone and sweating anxiously.

An hour passed. Ted’s stomach growled. The pressure within it only seemed to grow. Ted took deep breaths, rubbing it every now and again. His clothes were sweaty. It may have just been his imagination, but he felt as though they were shrinking. And the pressure…it was continuous. It was near sunset, and the park was only just beginning to wind down.

In his rearview mirror, Ted noticed a park ranger peering at the standing vehicle. As the ranger began to approach, Ted quietly cursed to himself. He must have looked like some sort of creep, waiting at the park with no kids. Ted started the car and drove off, desperate to avoid confrontation. Now what the hell am I going to do?

Ted drove around for a while, his search for another payphone proving futile. He could just go into a business and ask to use their phone. But looking down at himself, Ted knew he couldn’t go through with it. He’d never had self-confidence issues before, but between the bloatedness, the sweatiness, and the ill-fitting clothing, he just couldn’t go through with stepping outside.

Ted swung by a fastfood joint, and ordered more burgers, nuggets, fries, and mozzarella sticks than he thought he could even eat. Not sure what had come over him, he awkwardly held a wrinkled old sweater against his belly as he received the twelve grease-dripping bags of food he had ordered from the suspiciously-peering teenage employee.

Ted then drove back to his block, and rounded it a few times. He distractedly stuffed food into his mouth as he did so. He noticed that his uncle’s car still wasn’t in the driveway. Ted stopped his car and looked around the house. No signs of the slugs, at least.

He sat there for a while, continuing to stuff his face. He figured he would wait for his uncle from the safety of his vehicle. At any sign of the creatures, he could just drive off again.

Finishing the last of the fatty sandwiches, Ted belched, and undid his seatbelt. It had been starting to feel uncomfortable. He looked down at his chest, and was startled to see A-cups breasts protruding where it had been flat a few hours ago. Ted carefully touched them with his fingers, and shivered.

Ted continued to examine his body. He hadn’t imagined his clothes tightening on him, his shirt now riding up halfway over his rounded belly. The waistband of his pants had been pushed down, his belly now perched in his lap. And the back of his pants felt tight as well. It was weird. Ted shifted uncomfortably.

Another hour passed, and Ted just couldn’t sit still any longer. Everything was just too uncomfortable. The sun had set by then, and the block seemed devoid of people. Ted tentatively opened the car door, and climbed out. Once he was on his feet, he was stunned by how much his center of gravity had changed. He was even more stunned by how big he looked, now that he was upright. His belly was as round as an eight-month-pregnant woman. The back of his shorts were tight, the seam sinking between his ass-crack, while the waistband was pulled down to expose a few inches of it. Ted reached behind him to feel his bottom, encountering an unfamiliar swell of fat that made his jaw drop.

He had to get inside. Ted walked awkwardly to his uncle’s front door. Just as he opened it he noticed one of the neighbors on her porch watering her plants. Or rather, she was holding the hose, drowning her plants, as she gawked at Ted on the porch opposite hers.

Ted quickly let himself into his uncle’s house, closing the door firmly behind him.

Though he was hungry, exhausted, and terribly frightened, Ted immediately made his way to the bathroom, wanting to truly assess what had become of his body. Once there, Ted faced the full-length shower-door mirror.

His arms and legs were largely the same: slim. His hips did seem wider. The small mounds on his chest protruded gently in his sweaty T-shirt, and beneath, his belly was large, round, and quite plump. There was no chance the mass could pass as normal, and the pressure persisted, attributing to Ted’s heavy breathing.

Ted turned to the side, and was surprised by how full his bottom had gotten. It was round and plump, stretching his pants to capacity, while beginning to bulge over the straining waistband. Ted placed his hands against the masses, both quite full and fatty. “Shit,” he muttered quietly.

Ted heard some noises coming from outside the bathroom. Paling, he immediately thought it was that nosey neighbor. He opened the door just enough to stick his head out of it, but it wasn’t her. It was his uncle.

“Uncle Gary,” said Ted unthinkingly exiting the bathroom.

Gary’s mouth fell open in shock. He stared in astonishment at his nephew’s widened hips, plump bottom, small breasts, and the round belly that was bulging completely beneath the hem of the t-shirt he was wearing.

“What on earth,” said Gary, removing his thick spectacles to clean them, as though this would somehow amend what he was seeing.

Ted told his uncle everything. He was close to a breakdown, but managed to keep it together. He told Gary about the slug problem, the spray, the mutation, their – invasion – of his body. His uncle could do little more than stare and nod.

After Ted was finished, his uncle set him up with a fresh tank top. Though it didn’t look like it had much hope of accommodating Ted’s girth, it was clean, and sweat-free, so Ted pulled it on. It was tight, and pulled down as far as his navel, but left the rest of his belly exposed.

Gary then guided Ted to the living room, where both sat down, Ted’s newly rounded ass a strange platform and his round belly perched in his lap.

“Why do they keep growing?” said Ted distressfully. Not an hour had passed, but he suspected he already looked nine months pregnant.  He allowed his uncle to exam him, pressing his fingers here and there about the bloated mass.

“I don’t know,” said his uncle honestly. At thirty-one, Gary was not much older than Ted was. Gary’s mother had had him later in life. “I’m not even certain why they chose you as their – host. Whether it’s to grow, or breed…” Gary trailed off at Ted’s horrified look. “Surgery would not be wise, considering your…developing state. I might suggest to wait it out, but I really don’t know what this is going to develop into. The first thing we need to do is figure out what we’re working with. Ideally, I would need a sample.”

Ted shook his head. “Too dangerous,” he managed, rubbing his mound once his uncle had retracted his hands.

“That’s what I suspected.” Gary nodded to himself. “Give me some time in the lab. I may be able to develop a serum that can attack them and not you. It may take some time…please, try to make yourself…comfortable.” Though he said this, Gary looked doubtful about Ted’s potential comfort level. Offering his nephew a forced, reassuring smile, he walked off, socially awkward as ever.

Alone in the living room, Ted deeply breathed, wondering if he would just continue to grow and grow. The thought unnerved him, but as he rubbed the underside of his belly, he couldn’t help acknowledging the way his dick throbbed in the front of his pants.

Ted grew weary with sitting. With some difficulty, he climbed to his feet, pacing the room in an increasingly ungainly gait. His pants were getting so tight, it was uncomfortable. His waistband pushed further and further down, the stitching straining to accommodate his ass.

Ted went to the kitchen, and helped himself to the food in his uncle’s fridge. All of it. Hotdog buns, containers of butter, cold cuts, mayonnaise – everything that was edible, and some things that weren’t. Ted belched once he washed everything down with a milk-gallon. He returned to the living room with an increasingly awkward gait.

Every so often, his uncle would check in on him, looking uncertain, but saying something vaguely optimistic about his progress in the lab. But judging by Gary’s face, Ted knew there really wasn’t any progress. He needed a sample if he had any hope of understanding the biology of the slugs.

Ted went into the bathroom as the seams on his pants began to tear apart. As he tried to clutch it together behind him, the waistband snapped, and the fabric slid down. Ted looked at himself in the mirror. He was left in just some black briefs that were stretched to absolute capacity, and didn’t cover much of his ass. Above was his tanktop, that did little to conceal his torso.

By then his belly was huge – he looked due with twins. His bottom was unnaturally round, and sticking out behind him larger than any ass he had ever seen before. His hips were rounded and full, fuller than a woman’s late in pregnancy.

Ted plucked his dick out of his briefs, feeling it jab against the underside of his belly. He stroked it, and groaned. How could he be so disgusted and aroused simultaneously? His hands slid up to his abdomen. He absently massaged the plump skin.

Gary needed a sample. It couldn’t wait any longer, and Ted knew what had to be done. It was all about timing. Get in, get out.

Ted grabbed a bath robe and put it on. It didn’t tie at his bloated waist, leaving his belly to bulge out of it, but it would have to suffice. Taking a deep breath, Ted waddled out of the bathroom, then out of the house before his uncle could come to check up on him again.

Ted made his way down to his basement apartment, holding tightly to the hand rail. Hesitating only momentarily, he opened the door, just enough to peer inside.

There was no sign of the slugs.

Ted opened the door a bit more, but still, he saw nothing.

Ted walked inside, step by careful step, inspecting the apartment. There was slime everywhere, just evidence of what had transpired earlier. What had happened to the slugs? Where had they gone?

Ted made his way to the bedroom, where he could hear his cell phone ringing. He opened the door, and gasped, holding onto the doorframe for balance.

There were slugs everywhere. They covered the floor, walls, and ceiling. Most of them surrounded his cell phone lying in the middle of the floor, perhaps attracted to the noise it was making.

But Ted was organic. He was a potential host. The slugs began to make their way towards him.

From the wall, a slug crawled onto Ted’s hand, and Ted immediately pulled away from the doorframe, staring at the slug began to slither up his wrist. One sample. It was all he needed. Ted began to back away, with none of the speed or grace he would have had prior to his belly and rear growth. He turned and began to waddle towards the door, his bottom rocking as he proceeded. He was determined not to fall.

He tried not to think about how quickly the slug was crawling up his arm. If he could just get it upstairs-

Some of the slugs were gaining on him, but he shouldn’t have been looking at them. He should have been focusing on getting away. The slug on his arm was at his shoulder now, crawling up his collar, then his neck, his chin – Ted released a muffled grunt as it forced its way between his lips. As the slug entered his throat, Ted made the mistake of stopping. The pressure in his stomach peaked uncomfortably as the slug hit it, his belly button popping out like an oven timer. Ted gasped for breath as he was allowed air again. He hunched down slightly, feeling winded, and full to capacity.

A slug crawled onto his foot. “Crap,” Ted hissed to himself, continuing to waddle towards the door, when another slug dropped from the ceiling and onto his elbow. Panting and sweating, Ted continued to struggle forward.

But soon enough, the slug on his elbow had crawled up, and was forcing its way into his mouth. Ted was again left breathless, and in his condition, it was not something he could tolerate well. Ted gulped the slug down and gasped for breath, sinking to his knees. His stomach felt tighter than ever. He tried to get up, but soon he was covered in slugs. Another forced its way into his mouth, quickly followed by a fourth, Ted’s stomach progressively plumpening, pushing forward, outwards, growing wider than he was. He held it as he was filled with one slug after another, his briefs tightening as his ass bloated more, and his hips widening as the burden they carried grew.

He was getting huge. His tanktop was pushed up beneath his round wiggling breasts, serving as little more than a tube-top by then. He looked as though he was attached to a beach ball, his belly dominating his torso, and his body dripping sweat. His belly button bulged and throbbed, unnaturally large. His briefs exploded to shreds, making way for his ass to plump out more. Ted struggled to stand, but just felt so heavy, and so fucking breathless.

He felt the slugs begin to crawl up his sweat-sleeked ass, his dick hard and dripping despite the internal abuse he was enduring. He observed the slugs surrounding him, and those crawling all over his body. He somehow knew that they would not stop until every last one of them was inside of him. His stuffed belly felt as though it was pulsating by then. Ted did not know how things were going to end, but he was at least, assured that he would be finding out soon. “Ohhh…” Ted groaned as he belly pushed outwards another two inches. “Nrrrhhghh…” A slug began to inch between the cheeks of his impossibly plump ass. “Ohh…don’t – nnnnmmph…” His words were muffled as another slug forced its way down his throat. In the meantime, Ted continued to grow.

The End

Sequel