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A door slams shut, signaling Farrah's entrance into her darkened home. The voluptuous Torterra made a beeline straight for her bathroom, not bothering to turn on any lights on the way. It had been a long day for the exhausted Pokémon, and she wanted nothing more than a few cleansing moments to herself in the shower. She left a trail of clothing behind her as she stripped in preparation. Only her furniture was there to watch and appreciate her hasty show, but she wouldn't have cared if an entire stadium saw her at this point.

Her Rubenesque body jiggled freely with each heavy footfall. The soft earthen mountains of her chest swung with her gait, and her thick belly and thighs shuffled around one another. Farrah was large, even by the standards of her species, but she loved every inch of her body regardless. Each gentle curve was a work of art in her emerald eyes, and a fair number of furs seemed to agree with her. On numerous occasions she had caught the attention of a passerby on the sidewalk, their trance only breaking when they inevitably walked into someone or something.

With a small sigh of relief, the Torterra reached her tiled sanctuary. She quickly threw open the glass door of her shower stall and drew a steamy downpour. The water took a few moments to warm to the desired temperature, but she impatiently stepped in anyway. She broke out in shivers as the icy spray hit her, forcing her to turn her back to the showerhead. Farrah allowed the small garden on her shell to take the brunt of the chill until it graduated to a pleasant heat. Only then did she embrace the stream.

Her shoulders slumped in relaxation as the liquid warmth carried away the tension of the day. Farrah openly sighed as vapor filled the space around her, bathing her in rejuvenating steam. When she was done savoring the moment, she reached for a bottle of liquid soap. Farrah lathered herself with a thin film of the cleansing gel, spending a bit of extra care on her ample chest and soft thighs. The bubbles lifted away what water alone could not, and she was feeling infinitely better in a matter of moments.

So much better in fact that she decided to spoil herself a little. Her hands roamed over her slippery softness, seeking out the spots that would bring the most delight. One hand settled on the peak of her breast, while its sister dove under her belly. A low, drawn out moan left her chest as she slipped her fingers between her lips and toyed with her sensitive depths. Her groan rose in volume as she played with her nipple, carefully tweaking the vulnerable nub. Her wide hips rocked against her palm as she began to lose herself to the building sensations, much to her guest's delight.

Just outside of her attention, a slimy visitor watched as her lusts consumed her. The large slug perched neatly behind her showerhead, where it had spent the last few hours in wait. The bizarre predator had stalked its quarry for some time, learning her routines and figuring out the best place to strike. In the end, raw instinct had told it where to be and when to be there, but its motives mattered little. What mattered was the fact it was preparing to take action. Its body scrunched up behind its head as it readied for the most important leap of its life. The only thing left to do was wait for the perfect opportunity.

Farrah leaned against the tiled wall as she delved into her pussy with increasing fervor. Her entire body pulsed with her impending release, and her cries of pleasure rose above the dull roar of the shower. The Torterra's head tipped back as the opening tremors of orgasm crashed through her wobbling body, ripping a blissful shout from her chest. At that exact moment, while her eyes were screwed shut and her mouth wide open, the slug made its move. It jumped from its vista with all the strength it could muster, and its aim proved true.

The Pokémon's form seized up as the sizable critter lodged firmly in the entrance of her throat, but she was powerless to stop it. Farrah reflexively swallowed in her climactic convulsions, sending the wriggling obstruction down into her gut. She hacked and coughed as she dropped to her knees, more out of surprise than anything else. Confusion rose to fight pleasure as she rode out the rest of her interrupted spasms. The hand from her breast moved to her throat where it checked for damage. She had swallowed things larger than the slug on accident before, but at least she knew what she had eaten then!

She was almost sure that something had leapt into her throat, but nothing about the notion made sense to her. Farrah continued to puzzle over what had happened as she picked herself back up, and by the time she had toweled off, she had convinced herself it was nothing. She had probably swallowed a feisty bubble of air. The lack of movement in her belly seemed to confirm this, and she put her worries to rest. Once her small episode of panic was over, the tortoise donned her night clothes, climbed into bed, and fell asleep a few moments later. She was blissfully unaware of parasite making its home in her body, but she wouldn't be for long.

***

Slim fingers of sunlight greeted Farrah as she roused from pleasant dreams. She stretched her arms over her head as she let loose a yawn, lazily greeting the new day. Her back arched as the rest of her followed suit, pushing her breasts far out in front of her. She paused for a moment, forcing her muscles to really feel the strain, then relaxed. The weighty Torterra then climbed out of bed, ready to enjoy her day off. Only when she stood up did she realize that something was off. Her shirt was pulled unusually tight across her middle!

She stood there for a moment pondering over what had happened to her top during the night, when the question answered itself. A lump pushed against the inside of her belly, distorting the otherwise perfect curvature of her stomach. Farrah froze in what should have been pure terror, but she couldn't deny the spark of pleasure the parasite forced upon her. The Torterra rubbed her hands over the dome of her gut in a search for where the thing had gone. She found nothing but soft fat, the thing having evidently retreated deeper into her.

Farrah had to go see a doctor. Something was clearly wrong with her body, and she had no idea what it could be! She could only assume its cause was the thing she had swallowed last night, but that shred of information hardly did her any good. Everything had happened so quickly that the she never got a good look at the thing, and there were hundreds, maybe thousands of vile creatures that could have entered her. Her stomach protested again, and she nearly doubled over in hunger pains. Before she could do anything else, she had to tend to her intense hunger. She would get to a hospital as soon as she was done.

Unfortunately once she started eating, she never stopped. The first bit of food to touch her tongue broke whatever chains were holding her baser urges back. The Torterra soon found herself standing at her open refrigerator, shoveling food into her maw by the armful. Her gut swelled as she tried to meet its demands, but the beast within was insatiable! On some level she knew that she had to stop. Something had to give eventually, and she feared her stomach would simply burst under the growing stress. As the contents of her refrigerator dwindled, this concern was put to rest. With mixed relief and horror, her belly softened as her body (and its passengers) processed the feast, only to spread it across her frame.

It then occurred to her that she wouldn't be able to fit into her car at this rate. Her SUV was already a tight fit as it was! Farrah struggled to control herself as she moved from the now empty refrigerator to her pantry. She mentally screamed at her body to stop, but it did not heed her. She closed her eyes and focused as hard as she could to halt her rabid consumption, but again to no avail. Tears welled in her eyes as she realized the slug had managed to hijack her gorgeous body. Her only hope was to call for help, which would just as likely be impossible.

When her pantry was picked clean and her belly hung down to her thighs, she tried once again to reign herself in and get to a phone. To her surprise, she was successful! Her lardy legs began shuffling passed one another, bringing her to her bedroom. A stray beam of sunlight caught her in the eye as it bounced off the screen of her cell phone, signaling its location to the desperate tortoise. Farrah laid across her bed to reach for it, which in retrospect would prove to be a mistake. She was successful in grabbing the device, but it was a hollow victory. Farrah swore loudly as she realized she had forgotten to charge it, rendering it a useless hunk of glass and plastic.

The dead phone fell from her grip as a spike of unwelcome pleasure shot up her spine. Her attention turned back to her belly, and she let loose a wild scream. Had she lived in an apartment complex, someone would have no doubt heard her cries of mixed bliss and terror. Her stomach was roiling with the movement of dozens of the vile slugs, each one forcing blasts of pleasure upon her. Farrah pounded against her gut in a frenzied attempt to make them stop, but her recently added fat absorbed nearly all the force of her blows.

Her shouts gradually took a sexual edge as the sensations compounded and her traitorous body gave into them. Farrah's colossal thighs rubbed together against the soaked heat of her pussy and her hands flew to her titanic breasts. Her new weight had collected in all the right places, and under any other circumstances she would have loved the results. Her eyes clenched shut as she tried to force these thoughts from her head and deny the pleasure undermining her disgust. There was an entire colony of slugs living in her body, just under her skin. She could feel them squirming against her insides, lighting up nerves she didn't know existed. It was overwhelming, and something about it just felt... right.

Farrah's thoughts were shattered as a tidal wave of rapture crashed upon her. Her body rocked and convulsed as the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced ravaged her. Her internal passengers took notice of her spasms and writhed with fervor to rival hers. A lance of terror pierced the thick fog around her mind as a mass of the parasites formed at the top of her rippling tunnel, readying for something that could not possibly end well for her. She fought to get up off the bed, fought to reach her charger and restore use to her phone, but searing pleasure robbed her of any dexterity.

A second climax followed on the heels of the first as the slimy blob lurched towards her inflamed lips. Farrah sobbed and moaned as a visible bulge descended from her active middle. Each contraction of her pussy ripped forth another burst of horror-laced pleasure and brought the cluster of slugs closer to the open world. She lost track of exactly how many cycles the ordeal took, but eventually a thick splat signaled the end of it. Or at least that's what she hoped.

She was far too exhausted to sit up and behold the fruit of her horrific experience, but that might have been for the best. Between the mountains of her thighs, a mass of no less than thirty of the parasites spread out over her ruined mattress. A few of them slithered off to hunt for new hosts, but the majority turned back to their unwilling brood mother. A chill shot up Farrah's spine as she felt the ooze-covered beasts scale her vulnerable body. She wanted to run, to find help, to be anywhere but where she was in this exact moment, but one does not so quickly recover from an orgasm like hers.

A few of her unholy offspring squeezed back into her slightly gaping pussy, sending bitter-sweet tremors through her body. The lazy contractions of her afterglow made their return trip much easier, and she soon felt a pang of discomfort as they bullied their way through her loosened cervix. The rest of them continued to scale her curvaceous form, their sights set on less conventional entrances. A small group of them gathered at the peak of her belly, where they began pushing in at her naval. A surprised cry left her as they actually pressed their way in, forcing completely alien sensations upon her. More of them collected at her breasts and nuzzled against her nipple. Her back arched as they eventually gained admittance there was well, their jelly-like form helping immensely with the task. Finally, another party battered their way passed her tongue and down her gullet, starting the cycle anew.

***

No help ever made it to Farrah, but after a few days of writhing on her bed in endless bliss, she hardly wanted to be rescued. Of course, there would be no recovering from what she had gone through anyway. An innumerable amount of slugs swelled her body to massive proportions. Her stomach was nearly spherical with her writhing hoard and more than heavy enough to pin her to her sagging mattress. Her limbs had been rendered useless, swallowed up by the expansive mass of fat. Her breasts had grown to a similar scale, easily tripling the size of her head. She constantly leaked streams of milk from her taxed nipples, and small geysers of the sweet fluid erupted with each passage of her children. The Torterra's entire body was coated in a layer of slime from the endless traffic in and out of her body, and she reveled in it!

Every day more slugs left her body to hunt for new hosts, and every so often they would find one of her friends that had come looking for her. A smirk crossed her face every time she heard their cries of surprise as they were ambushed by her slimy housemates. Soon enough they would learn of the pleasures the slugs would bring and join her. The living colony's chorus of bliss livened every time one of the slick creatures inched its way through her pussy or emerged from her slick nipples. All things considered, she couldn't be more thankful for what her children had done for her.

As the days continued to pass, the slug population grew and diffused through the small town. Many of them had yet to find a potential host as fertile as Farrah, but this wasn't from lack of trying. They had scoured the area surrounding her house, and their effort seemed like it was about to pay off. Fortunately for a small, adventurous group of slugs there was a college near Farrah's home, and they seemed to have stumbled upon one of the many sorority houses...