Waddle your way back home
From Create Your Own Story
Scanning the water's edge and finding no more slugs, you make an effort to stand up.
You're quickly met by a slight protest in your belly caused by your movement, which feels very pleasurable.
You are surprised to find that you are in no pain, besides the occasional sharp kick when one of your "guests" jostles against your ribs. Walking your way back up the hill, you begin to ponder the slugs which have invaded you. They don't seem to be parasitic, as they're not causing you any harm.
"Maybe they just needed a new place to live," you think to yourself.
If only they migrated to a new pond like normal slugs instead of inside your body...
Reaching the farm where you left your clothes, you spot the rancher working nearby. You decide you'd rather not explain how and why you suddenly acquired a squirming pregnant belly, so you make the decision to ditch your clothes.
You take a one-horse road back home and make it to your room without a hitch. You realize you're the only one home, and scan your host's memories to remember that Katy's parents have their anniversary today, and they will be gone on vacation for a day or two.
You take a good look in the mirror and admire your handiwork. This once toned and fit redhead now has a massive pregnant body filled with penis-shaped slugs. As if on cue, you see a visible bulge against your belly which causes you to giggle and get slightly horny. The rest of her figure still looks great, however, with large D cup breasts and an ass that catches envious looks from her fellow classmates, boy and girl alike. Her red hair is long and usually very well-kept, although today its coated in slime. You're very pleased with the host you have chosen, and think to yourself that you might stay in this body longer than you planned.
Feeling pretty exhausted, you decide to get yourself off before falling asleep. You grab a tit with one hand and begin to suck on it while gently starting to rub your clit. Your fingers brush against your pussy lips which are still leaking that sweet, sticky, slime; the thought of which sets your horniness levels to maximum. You start to pump your pussy with your fingers, and are pleasantly surprised to find that its still as tight as you remember, despite the vicious assault you experienced today.
Getting close to the finish, you decide to kick it into overdrive. You go back to massaging your throbbing clit while still rubbing your sensitive nipples. You're about to cum when you suddenly feel the rough jostle of a slug from somewhere deep inside you. This feeling causes you to cum buckets, drenching your already slime-stained sheets with your juices. You can't help but let out a scream and buck your hips wildly from the pleasure. In response, your pregnant belly again shifts and kicks in protest, causing you to cum even harder.
Finally the feeling subsides, and you are brought back down to earth. You pat your stomach and smile as you feel the predictable response pushing against your hand. The slugs that crawled up your ass and the ones that you swallowed have all grouped up in your guts and it feels like they're throwing a party. You swear they must be doing gymnastics or wrestling each other in there with how much they turn and jiggle in your stomach. And the ones in your womb are constantly teasing your pussy by lightly brushing against your cervix and making themselves visible every so often by pushing hard against your skin.
For some reason, you almost begin to feel like a mother to these slugs. You lay on your side and finally get into a good position. You nearly fall asleep when a massive slug pokes its body halfway through your cervix, wriggles in your pussy, and then retreats back to your womb. You are annoyed (and a little turned on) by the constant teasing keeping you awake. You give your belly a rough pat and playfully tell the slugs to knock it off. They don't listen of course, as the only reply you get is your entire stomach stirring gently in defiance. However you get used to the ceaseless sensations after an hour or two, and your exhaustion inevitably lulls you into a deep sleep.
You have a dream about the slugs, and you gradually begin to understand them and their motives. (Who knew slugs could have motives?) Your dream starts to break up and get foggy. You find yourself getting incredibly horny, and before long you are yanked from your dream.
You jolt wide awake as a powerful orgasm tears through your body. The next thing you notice is the sensation of a slug wiggling around in your pussy. You sit up quickly and pull off the covers, taking notice of your drenched and slimy sheets. The slug finally makes its way out of you, causing you to moan when it pops out. You watch curiously as it squirms on the bed between your legs, before you are suddenly met with a very odd sensation. You almost feel like you're going to get sick, and then your throat closes up completely. Beginning to choke, you reach for your neck and feel a bulge traveling up into your mouth. Half a second later, you spit out a decently sized slug. The odd sensation combined with the cold air on your naked body causes you to shudder. The shudder triggers activity deep inside you. You look down at your heavily swollen belly and see and feel slugs moving.
You soon feel countless slugs stirring in your stomach and womb. You watch as your belly churns and a group of four slugs shove their way through your cervix and squirm into your pussy. They take their time sliding out of you, and you rub your clit as you scream with pleasure. They are soon joined in their quest by a stream of smaller slugs crawling out of your ass, which feels slightly similar to shitting, only a lot more pleasurable. You spit out, shit out, and give birth to maybe a dozen more slugs before the activity in your belly finally calms down to a normal level. You begin to wonder exactly how many slugs are living inside you.
You begin to guess at some numbers, when one of the two-foot slugs does an annoying somersault somewhere in your intestines, causing you to wince briefly and grip your squirmy belly in pain. The pain is brief, and you turn your attention to the large dinnerplate sized pile of slugs wiggling in your lap, moving around playfully. They vary widely in size, with the smallest being about the size of your pinky finger, and the largest nearly the size of a cucumber. They all have a bulbous head which gives them an unmistakable phallic shape. They're all a uniform off-white color, and you realize that they don't look exactly like "normal" slugs.
"They are more like living dildos, if anything," you think to yourself.
Strangely, you feel a sense of connection to these strange little creatures that just raped you a little over 12 hours ago. Watching them play puts a smile on your face, but your horniness causes your mind to wander, and you imagine how good it would feel to have all the slugs squirming on your tits.
You are completely amazed when, as soon as you finish that thought, the slugs all begin to move onto your body. Half of them travel up your left leg, and half up your right. And, exactly as you imagined, the slugs begin crawling and rubbing their sweet slime all over your tits, paying special attention to your sensitive nipples.
It's at this point you recall part of your dream from last night, and you begin to piece everything together. As a test, you imagine one of the cucumber sized slugs sliding its way down to your pussy and crawling over your clit. Instantly, one of the slugs moves, and spreads its aphrodisiac foam all over your most private parts. Within seconds, the constant motion of the slugs both inside you and on you mixes with your dirty thoughts and causes you to cum hard. Without any instruction, the slug on your clit swiftly darts itself into your quivering pussy, and the feeling of you throbbing and gripping the 9-inch "cock" inside you makes you cum harder. You grip your pillow and scream from the sensation. You squeeze the slug inside you so hard you actually suck it back into your crammed womb, which makes you slowly lick your lips and let out a soft moan.
You come back to your senses, but somehow you still feel horny. What's more, you have an indescribable desire to... breed?
You brush away the thought and imagine all of the slugs resting on your tits going back the way they came. And like magic, they are on the move. You slurp down 3 or 4, and the remaining ones cram themselves back into your womb and up your ass.
For a few moments, you just lie on your bed with your eyes closed and a huge smile across your face. You gently rub your swollen stomach and relish the feeling of the lovely beings moving inside you. You love how they tickle your insides, and tease you by coming so close to exiting you before sneakily darting back deeper within you. You especially love when they gently push against your hand from the inside, making visible bulges on your skin. You realize, as you feel an especially large "kick," that the slugs don't disgust you at all anymore. In fact, you're starting to feel a sense of maternal attraction to them.
Your tranquility doesn't last long, as your mind is once again blasted with the overwhelming urge to reproduce. You don't know how its possible to feel so horny with the worlds greatest sex toys at your disposal, but your body craves sperm, and you don't want to disappoint.
The question is: where do you look for some cock?
You:
- Wait until your parents get home and ambush your dad
- Go looking for a random guy in town
- Put on an oversized hoodie and go to school
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| 12th Grade Girl with a Slug-Filled Belly (Katy) |
