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 plan to take an empty goat trail to get home. With every heavy footstep, the slugs inside you are sloshed around every so slightly, and they wriggle fiercely in protest. After a few minutes of laborious waddling, you arrive back at your house and quickly retreat to your room.
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 more 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 inside you. You swear, they must be doing gymnastics or wrestling each other in there or something 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 comfortable resting position. You're relieved to no longer have to support the weight of your belly, and it feels like you're trying to share a bed with a basketball.
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:
| You are possessing: |
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| 12th Grade Girl with a Slug-Filled Belly (Katy) |
