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Liam hummed to himself as he crouched down by the cluster of ferns, bromeliads, and elephant-ears. The kangaroo--wearing only a thong in the privacy of his lush backyard--parted the thick fronds and leaves to expose the small plastic carton he'd set into the moist soil yesterday. Still humming, Liam opened the lid and grinned.

"Yes!" he said triumphantly. In the sugar water trap he'd cobbled together, over two dozen fat, yellow slugs were squirming over each other in a mucusy mass.

Liam was surprised to see that the trap had worked better than he'd anticipated; on reflection, he probably wouldn't need all of the slugs he'd caught, and he almost considered turning some of them loose..."almost" being the operative word. Watching them undulate and writhe in the trap got him excited enough that his cock (already at a semi) stiffened further in his underwear and his sphincter actually quivered hungrily at the thought of finally putting his plan into action. It certainly helped that the two large slugs--noticeably bloated within him--currently inside his bladder were both slithering around and pushing on some fun, sensitive spots. While the first slug that had entered him and slimily wormed its way down his urethra had been purely accidental, the second had been a successful experiment to see if he could replicate his first slug encounter; seeing and feeling the mollusc eagerly penetrate his urethra and push deeper and deeper inside of him got him thinking about next steps, which led him to today. This batch of slugs he'd just caught--and now carried back to the house--was an indulgence he'd been itching to try.

He really had to thank Jeremy, his coworker at the nursery, for enabling him.

Liam worked at Paradise Landscaping Center as one of their Garden Associates; his responsibilities ranged from hauling bags of mulch and watering plantings throughout the day to helping customers select potting soils. It wasn't the most glamorous of jobs, but the kangaroo enjoyed working outside and in the greenhouses and getting some good physical activity, and most of the customers he worked with were friendly and enthusiastic about the gardening projects they talked with him about. He could answer most general questions, like what kind of soil would be best for new tree saplings or when to plant flowers for the spring, but for the more specific issues, he'd call over one of the special consultants to help. Jeremy, a portly naga who was a few years older than Liam, was Paradise Landscaping's Pest Consultant.

"Hey, Jeremy? Got a minute?" Liam had asked, approaching the gold and black-scaled serpent from behind; he held a mason jar that contained the second slug he'd found in his yard and waited for Jeremy to wrap up a conversation with a customer next to the shelf for in-ground barriers.

"Yeah, what's up?" the naga replied, turning on his coils to face Liam while the fox he'd been chatting with headed for the cashier, rolls of in-ground barriers tucked under his arms.

"You wouldn't happen to know what kind of slug this is, would you?" Liam held up the jar he'd brought, and Jeremy leaned in for a closer look.

"Hmm...oh, that's a guava slug," Jeremy said knowledgeably.

"Guava?"

"Well, that's just a common name for them, they don't always eat guava--they're just found in a lot of humid and semi-tropical environments where there might also be guava, and they're big and yellow; different species than banana slugs and lemon slugs, though," Jeremy rattled off. "They really love moist, warm spots--for them, the warmer and wetter, the better. Where'd you find this guy?"

"In my backyard," Liam answered casually as he felt the first slug he'd encountered slimily crawl around the inside of his bladder; it had been two days since the gastropod had made itself at home within him, and he hadn't experienced any problems with it so far. "I found a couple, I wasn't sure if they were invasive or anything, so..."

Jeremy sucked his teeth and rubbed his neck. "Yeah, if you found a couple, there's going to be a ton more; they multiply really fast, and in large numbers. They're hermaphrodites, so every one of them is capable of reproducing. On the bright side, they go more for fungus, moss, and algae than actual plants, so they're not going to do much harm to the major landscaping you've got in your yard--they love simple sugars, so something as simple as a sugar water and yeast trap should help you catch a lot of them. The sugar water attracts them, and then the yeast kills them."

"But if there's no yeast in the trap--"

"Then you're just giving a bunch of free food to them," Jeremy finished with a chuckle.

Liam nodded, absorbing the information Jeremy shared. "Are they toxic or anything?"

"To us? Nah, they're actually really safe, just more of a nuisance than anything," the naga replied. He pointed at the slug oozing around the jar in Liam's hand and continued, "Actually, you could eat this guy and he'd pass right through you, wouldn't get digested at all."

"What, seriously?" Liam, intrigued, raised his eyebrows.

"Yeah, their mucus counteracts most acids, including the ones in our stomachs," Jeremy told him. "Even their eggs stay intact; that's why they don't really care about where they lay them. A bird could come by and eat all those slug eggs, and they'd just pass through its system and hatch in a new place. Really, guava slugs are completely harmless, they just reproduce so much that they'll eventually overwhelm a garden. Like I said, they're more of a nuisance than anything else, slugs just aren't that attractive to have in the yard, you know?"

"Yeah, I get you. Cool, thanks for the info!" Liam had said as the wheels in his mind began turning over visions of him completely infested with slugs.

And so here he was today, in his house with the carton full of guava slugs (thanks to his non-lethal sugar water trap) sitting on his bathroom counter while he slid his thong down from his waist to reveal his erect, twitching cock; heat radiated from the pulsing shaft, and the slugs in his bladder seemed to move more actively, as if his arousal was stirring them into a frenzy of their own.

"Oof, easy in there, guys, you're gonna have some new friends joining you soon enough," Liam huffed, feeling the slugs press against his insides; he rubbed his pelvis soothingly, but the movement within him didn't stop, and beads of pre began to well up from his urethra. The kangaroo grinned self-satisfactorily and pressed his thumb on the slit. He rubbed it around to coat his digit in the silky, slimy fluid, then brought his thumb up to his mouth, snapping the strand of clear pre that still clung to his glans: Liam stuck his thumb in his mouth, sucking on it and getting a good taste of the sweet, musky treat. "Mmm..."

Remembering himself after a moment, Liam resumed pushing the thong down over his thighs; he let it drop to the tiled floor before he turned to the counter and picked up the carton again, and the kangaroo ferried it over to his large bathtub, which he then clambered into. After settling into the tub and reclining against the cool fiberglass, Liam held the warm carton up above his abdomen, and then paused.

Did he really want to do this? Was he really ready to coat himself in slugs and see what they would do, see where the afternoon would take him? Did he really want to take the plunge and try infesting himself with a whole brood of these backyard pests, which, in turn, could potentially use him as a breeding hive to produce even more slugs?

His cock throbbed, standing tall from his groin, and his hole twitched needily. The two fat slugs in his bladder seemed to writhe especially energetically.

Liam grinned. "Here goes!"

And without further ado, before he could change his mind, he flipped the carton over and dumped the contents of his homemade trap over himself. A mixture of slugs, slime, and residual sugar water--warmed by the sun and the slugs' own body heat--fell out in a squelching clump that landed heavily on Liam's stomach in a thick, sludgy ball; without the carton (which Liam tossed aside out of the tub) to contain them, the slugs behaved like a highly viscous fluid, first remaining in a semi-solid mass on Liam's abdomen before slowly oozing and spreading in different directions. The kangaroo shuddered at the sensation of so many slugs creeping and crawling over him.

"Oooh, that's nice," Liam murmured as the slugs left dozens of slime trails over his fur while they explored his body. He gently raked his fingers through the mucus-slicked fur, luxuriating in the warm, gluey secretions as he watched the slugs make themselves at home.

The giant cluster of gastropods split into two distinct groups--one that moved towards his groin and one that crawled up to his chest and neck--with a few stragglers striking off on their own to creep along the sides of his torso and down his thighs. The lower clump of slugs that had chosen his groin began to congregate around the base of his cock, slowly swirling around the root of his shaft and squeezing it as they pressed in tighter and tighter towards the throbbing heat source. Liam groaned in pleasure while more slugs began to cover and smother his testicles, slimily crawling over his family jewels and hugging them tightly; he could feel the rhythmic contractions of each slug's foot as the molluscs seemed to caress his nuts on their way down his scrotum, then further inward, along his taint, and worming in between his cheeks to explore his anus.

Meanwhile, the other group of slugs journeyed higher up his chest, coming in small waves as the first row created a path of mucus for the next row to follow. Liam watched the slugs rise and fall as his chest expanded and contracted with each breath, and soon he felt a few curious slugs transition up along his neck and under his chin.

"Hmm, you want to get in here?" he asked before he opened his mouth and let his warm breath puff out over the slugs gathered on his chest.

The molluscs that had crawled up his neck and chin slimily crept onto the sides of his face, and one of them extended itself over the rim of his lips, as if peeking inside his mouth. Liam held still as the curious slug inched closer and closer, perching on his lower lip and halfway dipping down to inspect his jaw and tongue. He salivated and drool pooled in his mouth as he continued to hold his mouth open, allowing the inquisitive slug to probe and investigate the moist, warm cavern.

But after a few more seconds of waiting, Liam gently closed his lips around the slug and slurped it up like a fat, slimy noodle; it put up no resistance, simply letting the suction carry it inside the kangaroo's mouth, and its tail soon disappeared between Liam's lips, leaving nothing behind but the mucus trail on his chin. The slug filled his mouth, and Liam let it rest on his tongue for a moment, tasting it--there was no real flavor to the mollusc, it was kind of bland except for the faint hint of an earthy, loamy aroma, and its mucus mixed with Liam's saliva to help it slip and slide around on his palate.

As for texture, the closest thing Liam could compare it to was an almost overripe banana; somewhat mushy, with just enough structure to keep it in one piece. As Liam licked over and suckled on the slug, he could feel the small jutting tentacles and defined ridge of its mantle; because of the mixture of squishiness and solid features coated in saliva and mucus, Liam could almost imagine he was sucking on a large piece of semi-melted chocolate.

Unable to help himself, Liam did what came naturally--he tilted his head back, used his tongue to push the slug toward his throat, and swallowed it whole. As he gulped, he felt the thick lump of the slug squeeze into his esophagus and wriggle as it descended headfirst. He placed a hand on his neck, feeling the subtle bulge of the slug pass under his fingers while the peristaltic motion of his throat took over, sending it down to his stomach.

"Mmmm," he sighed contentedly, licking his lips, but then chuckled when he felt another slug perched on his chin with his tongue. "Guess you're next, huh?" Liam asked the slug, plucking it off of his chin. He held the large, yellow mollusc just in front of his face, getting a look at it, before slurping it out of his fingers and quickly swallowing it, too.

As Liam suckled down another slug...and then another...and another...he squirmed in pleasure and looked down. It seemed the slugs were getting curious about the orifices below his waist, too. The molluscs swarming around the base of his cock were squeezing in so tight that one of them had broken out of the middle of the pack and was slowly spiraling up his erect shaft. Liam groaned as the slug tightly encircled his girth with its slime-covered foot, creeping upward until it came face-to-face with his glans. The slug paused for a moment, as if deciding its next move as it clung to the kangaroo's throbbing cock.

"Mmm come on...please...do it," Liam murmured softly, encouraging the slug to do what its predecessors currently inside him had done. He gently pushed his hips upward, desperate.

As if the slug could hear him and feel his need, it leaned forward, practically kissing the opening of his urethra...and then Liam felt the pressure of the slug pushing its way inside.

"Oooooh fuck yessss," he hissed, arching his back and tilting his head up and back against the side of the bathtub in pleasure. The slug continued feeding itself into him, stretching his urethral lips apart and bulging into the tight, hot confines of his most intimate space within his pulsating shaft. As the slug crawled and wormed its way downward, disappearing into his cock, another began following the trail of slime from his groin up along his shaft, and another slug crawled into his mouth, Liam's jaws still open in pleasure. He unconsciously swallowed, sending the slug down to join the others in his stomach.

Underneath him, more of the slugs that had crept down between his cheeks began pushing themselves past the rim of his ass, squirming past his sphincter and nestling into his rectum. Liam grunted as he felt the slugs pop past his anus and worm deeper inside of him, their mucus acting as the perfect lube for them to squirm past his fleshy, hot innards. They pressed on his prostate as they passed, causing his dick to twitch.

"Ooooh fuck," Liam moaned again; the first slug in his cock had descended deep enough to enter his prostate, and the gland contracted wildly to try to force the intruder out. Liam took deep breaths, willing himself to relax and simply submit to the sensation of cumming in reverse. In a moment, his prostate was being squeezed from both sides thanks to the slug in his urethra and the slugs in his ass. The pressure was nearly orgasmic, the sensations electrifying. "Unnngh!" he groaned loudly, his voice echoing off the tub and the tiled floor. The next slug began entering his cock while the first slug in his urethra slimily squelched through his prostate and...popped into his bladder, joining the other two already in there. It felt as if a rumbling rodeo was starting in his body, the slugs inside seemed to crawl and squirm excitedly over each other as they pressed against the inner walls of his bladder.

Liam panted in semi-delirious pleasure--more slugs were clustering under his chin, as if forming a line to enter his mouth. His cock was so thick and bloated with the slug slithering down into it, wriggling its tail until it vanished between his urethral lips, only for another mollusc to push in right after it; his glans looked so beautifully swollen from his arousal and the slugs forcing themselves in past his cockhead, and his shaft bulged with every inch of slug that invaded him. The kangaroo grunted and hungrily gulped another slug into his throat; this was so much better than he'd hoped for, and he needed more.

He didn't know how much time passed in the tub, with slugs entering his cock of their own volition and him sucking down more of them like snacks; Liam was in a constant state of bliss, uncaring about anything except the pleasure streaming through his body. The only thing marking the passage of time was his dwindling supply of the slimy, warm creatures. Eventually, there were no more slugs left to creep into his ass; the last slug that had crawled up his cock pushed past his thoroughly abused prostate and into his swollen bladder. And Liam plucked the final succulent, juicy slug from its place on his thigh and dropped it into his mouth; he effortlessly swallowed it headfirst, its mucus adding to the thick layer that coated the inside of his throat as it descended to his stomach.

Liam groaned, so deliciously satisfied. He patted and rubbed his belly--noticeably bulging now with all of the live slugs writhing within him--and belched. "Ooof...damn, that was good," he muttered. His hands lazily drifted down to his groin; his cock was still twitching and throbbing, and while he wanted almost nothing more than to furiously stroke it and bring himself to an explosive climax, his bladder was almost painfully full, practically yelling at him to piss. "Uugh," he groaned, looking over at the toilet; even though it was only a few feet away from the bathtub, he was so tired and so full. Besides, was there really a point to hauling himself out of his comfortable position when he was in the tub already and could just...let go?

So the kangaroo shrugged--might as well go for it, since he was in the tub already, right?

He took a breath and relaxed...then sighed as the stream of translucent, pale yellow urine flowed from his cock. Liam gripped the base of his shaft and aimed the surge of warm water up at his stomach, chest, and head, showering himself in the slightly acrid urine that felt oh so soothing, as if he was in a calming spa shower. His piss mixed with the remnants of slug mucus on his fur and trickled thickly off his sides and splattered onto the fiberglass bottom of the tub, and Liam leaned back, submitting to the simple pleasure of pissing all over himself...then his eyes widened in surprise when he felt a burst of popopopopopopopop, as if a column of boba pearls was being expelled through a straw. Liam looked closer at the puddle on his abdomen to see a whole stream of small, white, slime-coated balls embedded in the flow of piss, and he realized that those were slug eggs, most likely from the first two slugs that had gotten into his bladder.

A new craving welled up in Liam, and he managed to hold the flow for a second as he readjusted his position in the tub. Then he took aim and let loose again.

The steamy, frothy piss and slug eggs arced over his body, and he caught it in his open mouth, letting the urine and eggs flow over his tongue and fill his muzzle. Liam gurgled and guzzled down mouthful after mouthful; the slug eggs were thick and gelatinous, and he felt like he was eating globs of roe on sushi. He greedily swallowed as much as he could get, sending the eggs and piss down to his stomach to mix with the slugs resting in his belly.

The stream eventually slowed to a dribble, with more eggs than urine continuing to pop out past his urethral lips and pooling in his groin. Liam scooped up the white, pearl-like slug eggs and tossed them back like after-dinner mints, swallowing them as his cock continued to dispense them, even without any piss; the slug mucus provided enough lube for them to easily ooze out of his urethra.

Minutes passed as he kept scooping and eating the eggs that dripped out of him, and Liam began to wonder if the flow would ever stop; the eggs just kept coming like a constant, slow, steady flow of piss. He wasn't sure how many eggs he'd get from all the slugs now inside his bladder, but he had a feeling it would number in the thousands.

"Hmm, what to do about these," he sighed to himself, thinking, as he scooped another handful of eggs from his groin and popped them into his mouth; he'd have to stop eating them sometime.

But now that he was completely infested with these garden pests, he wanted to be a good brood host for them, and that meant finding ways to keep as many eggs and slugs within him as possible. Maybe he could wear a condom to catch them dropping out of him throughout the day, then eat them as snacks during his work breaks? Or what about a catheter--would the eggs fit into the tube, or clog it up? The piss-soaked, slug-laden kangaroo settled further into the tub, pondering the possible solutions for his new situation.