Morning Surprise - A Slug Story - #3 by IreneDelacorte

[center][size=18pt]Morning Surprise By Irene Delacorte[/size][/center]

Martin watched as the newest maid disappeared into the slug. Since his beautiful wife, Irene had provided for the health of his experiments in the genetically engineered Slug he had raised, he had determined that the Slug grew best on a steady diet of Female bodies.

It had been a year now since Irene had sacrificed herself, at his request, and he had gone through seven maids, three Au pairs from France and two nannies from England.  His slug had continued to grow and he could tell she was reaching the sexual maturity needed to produce offspring to continue his experiments.

His only concern was the increasingly frantic letters he had been receiving from Irene’s twin sister Martha.  Martin had told her that he had sent Irene on a world cruise to give her a break from her job, a trip of a lifetime he told Martha. However, as the months without contact had grown, Martha had become more strident in her letters concerning the whereabouts of her twin.

Now she said she was coming to see him and settle finally, where her sister was. 

Martha boarded the plane in Heathrow and remembered the night exactly one year ago, when she had felt her sister cry out to her. They had always been close and could almost sense what each other were thinking, but this was different, the cry had been real and had cutoff so suddenly. Then she had not felt her sister’s thoughts at all.

Susan, her younger sister, had made inquires in the States but had not been able to locate Irene. Martha was determined to find the underlying cause of the situation. As she sat in First Class on the British Air Flight, she remembered the last time she had seen her sister, a vacation together on Grand Cayman Island with Susan. The stares are what she remembered most, being identical twins had been a partial cause; the two willowy blonds had always had identical tastes in clothing as well as men. If Martin had ever known how many times they switched during his marriage to Irene, well he never will! Susan was different, more voluptuous then the twins she was also more outgoing and friendly, a counter point to their cool beauty.


Martha, like Irene, also worked for <span class="caps">PD</span> Enterprises as their British Agent, helping the company to expand in the European markets. Her contacts at <span class="caps">PDE</span> in the states would only tell her that Irene was on extended leave. 

The plane landed at Dulles International and Martha found the driver waiting for her at the exit. Her name held high so as not to miss her. Martin had set up the driver to take her to the Estate on the Potomac where Martin lived. She handed the driver the baggage slips and waited for him to return.

The drive was uneventful, and as she arrived at the gated estate, she heard the guard talk to the driver and saw the iron gates swing wide. Seeing the large country estate all she could think about was Irene, she saw her in the gardens she had designed, the house had been her selection, and the furnishing were all at her direction. The only thing Martin had insisted on was the large basement laboratory where he conducted his arcane experiments.

As she got out of the limo, the front door opened and Martha saw him standing there the confused look he always had when they met, almost as if he could not reconcile the fact that I was not Irene but looked so much like her. He came down the steps and took my hand, a look, a strange haunted look, in his eyes. 

“Well, aren’t you going to invite me in?” I said playfully, trying to break the mood, I was in.

“Oh certainly Irene, Martha, god I forget all the time how identical you two are.”

Martha smiled remembering the times, before their marriage when she had switched with Irene. Martin had been an excellent lover and she envied Irene.

Martha had stayed with Martin a little more than two weeks, using her days to search for Irene and nights sharing Martin’s bed. Martin had helped, hiring private detectives and allowing Martha access to his computer systems.

Martha was very interested in his experiments and finally broached the subject. “Martin can I see your experiments in the basement? I know I am intruding but that is the only place I have not looked, not that I would ever accuse you, I just want to get it out of my mind. Ok?”


Martin considered her, looked into her face, and remembered the successful experiment he had performed on the maid last month. “<span class="caps">OK</span> Martha, there are no secrets between us.”

He unlocked the door and led her down to the lab. Martha could see the lab and a large Plexiglas wall; she sensed a presence behind the wall and looked quizzically at Martin. He approached the wall and pressed a button and an opening appeared. 

“Would you like to see my experiment?” he asked

Martha stared at the apparition before her, it cannot be real she thought to herself.

“My God Martin, is it real? Is it alive? What is it?”

“Let me introduce you my dear, this is the culmination of seven years of genetic manipulation.&nbsp; This is a garden Slug, or was, until I altered its genetic makeup.”

“But why Martin, what purpose could this monstrosity serve?”

Staring intently at her he said, “Martha this is but the proof that genetic manipulation can be used to create food animals from common garden pests!” I’ve also discovered another side effect; it has the ability to instill pleasure on its food sources!”

“What, that’s not possible!”

 “I had to use human genes and they appear to cause the effect.”

“But, it eats them its prey, of what possible use could that be?”

“It appears to be its way of calming its food as it digests them.”

 Martha stared at the creature, imagining herself entering that slimy maw, the pleasure and consumption, she shook herself. Her heart beat faster her reaction surprised even herself.

Martin watched the color rise in her cheeks. “I have come up with a rejection ‘egg’ that causes the slug to expel its food. That way a woman can experience the pleasure over and over!”

Martha gasped, raising her hand to cover her mouth, tentatively she asked, “Did Irene try it?”

“No my dear, I’ve only perfected it in the last month, tried it out on a feed animal and it worked perfectly.” Martin remembered the confused look on the Au pair’s face when the slug had expelled her from its stomach and the fear when he put her back in without the egg.

 “Can I see the eggs you use?”

Opening a cabinet, he took out an egg shaped object and explained, “A woman would enter the Slug and simply break the egg and she could then relive the experience again and again.”

Martha gazed at the rack of eggs, her mind racing. Looking back at the huge slimy slug, she imagined herself entering its mouth, sucked down in pleasure.

That night she quietly slipped out of bed, leaving Martin sleeping, put on a diaphanous nightgown and went down to the Kitchen. Sitting on a chair she stared at the door leading to the basement laboratory, her mind confused with images.

Using the key, she had taken from Martins nightstand; she opened the door and went down the stairs, her heart beating rapidly at what she was considering. Her eyes fevered, she pushed the button that opened the door to The Slug Cage. She could smell the musty odor of the slug and a hint of a scent that made her warm.

 She went to the cabinet, opened it, and took out one of the “Eggs” Martin had shown her. She held it in her hands and looked back to see the Slug, eyestalks rising as it sensed her body heat. The massive body rose and tendrils waved, tasting her scent in the air.

Untying the nightgown, it fluttered to her feet, leaving her nude in front of the slug. Clutching her egg and approaching the slug, an even stronger scent assaulted her senses. Reaching down with her long delicate fingers, she started to touch herself as she felt the tendrils reach out and stroke her body. They caressed her and encircled her body, their touch exciting her even further. Martha moved closer to the now widening opening.

The slug now enclosed her body in writhing tendrils, she arched her back as her body responded to the probing. The slug pulled her off her feet and slowly pulled her warm body between its swollen lips. The toothless maw sucked at her feet as she continued to shake with the power of the continuous orgasms.

Opening her eyes, she looked into the eyes of the slug, as the eye stalks moved to her face. The deep green, iridescent eyes watched its food, its small mind wanting the food. 

Up to her waist now, and clutching the egg tightly, she felt her body pulled by the sucking mouth, pushed by the enclosing tendrils, and moved down by the movements of the cilia lining the throat. All clarity of thinking gone, she realized she wanted to be food for this creature, wanted it more then her own life. Holding the egg to her breasts, she felt herself sliding deeper and faster. Martin had told her to open the egg before she reached the stomach or the slug may force her even deeper into its crushing crop before expelling her.

With a last glimpse of light, she was fully enclosed and moving down the throat of the slug, her body covered with its pre-digestive juices, her body wracked by orgasms. In a final moment of clarity, she tried to open the egg, but her slime-coated fingers failed her. Her feet, then calves entered the stomach, her loins on fire as the egg slipped from her grasp.

It stayed in the channel as her body moved past it. She felt the egg on her cheek and turned her head, and bit into the egg, a foul fluid filled her mouth and she could feel her movement slow then reverse. The slug, reacting to the eggs contents started to expel the tainted food. 

Within moments Martha found herself lying on the floor of the Slug room gasping deep breaths of air, her slime coated body still shaking from her experience. She crawled to the sink and washed the taste of the egg’s contents from her mouth. Holding on to the sink, she stood on shaking legs and looked back at the slug.

She felt the incredible desire to simply go back, with no egg, and crawl back into its body. However, reason overcame desire, and the slug had turned and curled up, no inviting tendrils waving at her. Washing up in the sink, she slowly dressed and returned to bed, to dream of herself dissolved to feed the slug’s needs and her own.

Martin turned off the speaker and cameras and rolled over in bed, the vision had been so enticing, he knew he would enjoy it for many nights to come.

The days passed and Martha would attend to her nightly ritual, the pull stronger with each dose.

Martin was worried, the slug, while satisfying Martha was showing signs of weight loss, but then the solution showed up on his doorstep.

Martha held the cell phone, “Susan…, I know…, I’ve been very busy…, but I’d like you to visit me this weekend…I have made the most fantastic discovery!”

“Did you find out where Irene went to?…. Oh…sorry…<span class="caps">OK</span>, I’ll be there Saturday afternoon. Bye-ee!”

Friday night Martin went and checked his “eggs”, and marked one with a small green check mark, carefully replacing them in their case. He also checked his Slug, and knew he had to get food quickly in order to sustain it.

Susan parked her Mustang in the driveway and stepped out of her car, running her hands down the front of her skirt smoothing out the wrinkles. As she stood there, Martha came out the front door and ran to her, throwing her arms around her best friend.

“Oh Susan I’ve made the most marvelous discovery! I just couldn’t help myself, I have to share it with you.”

Susan, taken aback by the intensity of the greeting and Martha’s appearance stepped back and held her hand. “Martha.. Are you all right? You look so pale and you’ve lost weight.”

Martha stood before Susan, her eyes fevered, her face flushed and her clothes loose on her body. However, there was an intense excitement in her words, and Susan could smell a hint of a scent that was divine.

“Oh Susan I’ve discovered the ultimate orgasm, I’ve never felt so alive before, it is so intense!”

“Martha, lets get out of the driveway. Show me the house, and tell me all about it.” Susan took Martha’s hand and they went into the mansion to the Kitchen. They talked for hours, Martha couldn’t stop telling her of her experience and Susan listened with rapt attention.

That night Martha again slipped out of Martin‘s arms and went down the corridor and softly knocked on Susan’s door. “Sue, it’s me.” Sue opened her door.

Martha in her dressing gown and Sue in her brief teddy, they quietly went down the stairs to the kitchen. Sue hesitated at the doorway leading to the Basement Laboratory, then followed Martha.

 Susan could feel the excitement building as she saw Martha turn on the lights then cross the room and press a button on the wall. A door opened and they both entered.

“Martha, oh my God, is that it? It is huge!” Sue stared at the slug, now stirring as it sensed the heat and aroma of&nbsp; food.

The slug, a hunger in its belly released the phermones into the air. As it uncurled and rising exposed the slit that led to its stomach. Eyestalks raised and the fringe of tentacles surrounding the opening began their seductive dance to attract its prey.

Martha went quickly to the egg storage bin and removed the last two eggs, not noticing the green mark on one of them. She crossed the room to stand by Sue’s side as Sue stared with a rapt look on her face at the slug.

“Sue, here are the eggs, see you just need to squeeze it and it releases you again. I’ve never been so excited and the attraction and excitement builds each time I try it.” She looked at Sue, her fevered eyes blazing.

“Yes…yes I can feel it starting it is so intense, her hands moving to her loins.

“Martha can I go first? I’d feel safer trying it if you were here to help me.”

“Are you sure you want to?” Martha stared at the source of her ecstasy and an idea came to her mind. “Together.. Oh Sue, maybe we can try it together!”

“Martha what a beautiful idea, oh god yes, can we fit?”

“If we only take one egg, I think we can fit.” Martha looked at the slug, seeing the slit opening, its hunger apparent.


Susan and Martha quickly stripped, gown and teddy now puddles of lace at their feet. They faced the slug then sat and extended their feet toward the entrance. 

Sensing the nearness of food the Slug probed toward the heat as tentacles protruded from its throat. Touching the feet, the tentacles wrapped them together as more probed along there bodies. The Slugs maw opened further as it’s eyestalks waved above the gelatinous mass.

Susan, overcome by the scent but still frightened held onto Martha, feeling the tentacles at her waist. She moaned as they moved to her loins, seeking the heat buried between her legs.&nbsp; She could feel Martha convulsing next to her, her motions driving her into an early orgasm, the scent, the probing, the nearness of her sister.

They turned toward each other and felt the tentacles cover them and a pulling motion as the slug dragged them to it‘s maw.

Martin, sitting in front of the monitor suddenly realized that they only had one egg, Shocked he tried to focus on the egg, but it was clutched by Martha between the girls bodies. Standing, he started to head to the Lab when he fell.

Martha moaned, this was the best, wave after wave, she knew it was a doubling of the response due to her nearness to Susan, but her mind just absorbed shock after shock as her body spasmed with the force of her orgasms.

Susan looked down her body as she saw their feet enter, ankles, knees, thighs, she moaned and cried as wave after wave struck her, all thoughts of fight gone from her mind. Her arms crushing Martha as the tentacles wrapped them together into a tighter and tighter package. The probing tentacles in her rectum and womb moved and pulsed within her, as others entered her mouth.

Martha parted her lips feeling the familiar taste as the probe enter her mouth, another curled around her neck pulling her in. Her hands on the egg, unconsciously hold it&nbsp; between her small breasts. Hips, then chest, the cilia adding to the force dragging them in. The throat of the gelatinous mass gripping and undulating as it pulled the slime coated girls deeper.

Susan screamed as her breasts passed the opening, her body now shaking uncontrollably. She looked at Martha, as they both passed within, a last glimpse of her fevered face as they were pulled within the slug.

The Slug had never taken two girls at once before, it strained to move them down to it’s digestion sack were they would be predigested before being crushed in the powerful muscles of it’s crop. Tentacles, throat cilia and muscles worked to drive it‘s food inward.

Completely in now, Martha, in a moment of clarity, crushed the egg between her hands and her chest.&nbsp; But there was no metallic taste, nothing but warm water that flowed from it.&nbsp; She started to panic, then feeling herself crest again, let the shell fragments flow away from her hands and held Sue as they entered the sack.

It felt it’s food enter the pre-digestion sack, knowing that now it’s food was secure, feeling the continued motion slowing within itself, it moved back to the heat lamp and settled to digest it’s lovely meal.

Sunlight inhis eyes, Martin woke on the bedroom floor, then realization struck him. He stood and looked in the bed, but it was empty. Rushing down to the lab he saw the slug room door still open and as he entered saw the lace and silk on the ground. Knowing what he would find he opened the egg case and saw the green checked egg was gone.

His plan to replace Martha with Susan had failed and both were now gone. He sighed as he checked over the slug, it’s color had returned, and it had fattened considerably. He could hear a grinding deep inside as the crop worked on crushing it’s food.

Martin sighed, then considered the gestating eggs in the slugs ovaries. The full, quality meal should help in their development, had to look on the bright side he thought as he left the<span class="widont">&nbsp;</span>lab.