Katie Snail01 - A Change Of Treatment

Title – A Change Of Treatment



Caption –

Dad’s doctor friend had another idea to help with Katie’s period problem, he was going to put a snail inside her, a big one. They spread her slit as wide as possible, presenting the snail to her vaginal entrance, then pushed till it was right inside. When the snail was at full depth, it slowly emerged and forced his fat body to squeeze into her uterus, making Katie groan. There was ample space here for him to stretch out, which he did, much to the girl’s dismay. After two days Katie became distraught, but her Dad insisted that she’d have to keep the snail in place for another three days, till her period ended. Katie woke up crying and trembling, It had just been one of those horrid dreams she’d been having lately during her period cramps, but she was still nervous that it could so easily become a painful reality.

Short Story –



Dad’s doctor friend had another idea to help with poor Katie’s period problem, instead of six fat slugs in her cunny, he was going to put one snail inside her, a big one. This was the Wolf Snail, a large carnivorous snail with a shell over three inches in diameter, found in Florida, and while it usually ate other snails, it happily survives on most meat and debris that it can find. Katie had seen a documentary about them on TV, and didn’t relish the idea of being eaten by one from the inside. The doctor told her not to be silly, because the snail had a small enough body so that it would manage quite well on the lining of her uterus as it came away. After that it may eat a small amount of fresh tissue, but no more than she would loose if she grazed her knee in a fall, which in a few days would heal up completely.

They held her down, and spread her slit as wide as possible, quite painfully, presenting the snail to her vaginal entrance, but the creature wasn’t being co-operative at all, retreating inside his shell.

“Please don’t put that big horrible thing up my cunny,” wailed Katie, “it’ll get stuck in there, and you’ll not be able to get it out again”

The snail emerged again when they moved it away from the girl’s crotch, it would wiggle about, seeking to get it’s foot down on something, then retreat inside once more. The doctor spread some meat paste onto her inner thigh, asked her Dad to stretch her slit even wider, till she thought she would tear in half, then placed a large gob of paste in her vaginal entrance. When the large snail was placed on her thigh, next to the meat paste trail, it quickly found the food, and followed it as the doctor expected, walking right into her spread hole as she shivered from the sensations on her delicate labia.

As the Wolf snail worked itself deeper into Katie’s pussy, the shell filled her wet tunnel, stretching the insides to fit the huge insertion until it became stuck halfway in the entrance. A little more pulling and stretching, accompanied by a few cries of complaint, which were duly ignored, and most of the shell was inside, with just a small amount sticking out between her soft pink petals. Despite this, the doctor pushed the shell all the way into the girl’s tiny pussy, which was a tight fit, but with some additional pressure the soft walls were stretched wide enough to cope with the intrusion.


All the while, the doctor kept telling his patient, “Now keep still while we fit him right into your pussy. This won’t hurt.” Then as a side comment to her Dad, grinning mischievously he added, “Well, not much!”

Katie moaned softly as the large shell was made to squeeze down her vagina, its rough outer surface rubbing against her G-spot, sending tremors through every sexual nerve ending she had.


When the snail was at full depth, it slowly emerged into the warm dampness, and seeing the opening of the youngster’s cervix exited the safety of its shell to crawl further along this cosy burrow. It was now moving out of his protective home, safe where no predators could reach him, and leaving behind an empty shell that was no longer required. Katie was allowed to get up now, and put on her bra and panties, a small concession to the girl’s modesty, but she was more concerned about what was happening inside, than covering up.


It was a tight fit where the ring of muscle closed off the passage, but the snail could sense the cavern beyond, so he forced his fat body to squeeze through the narrow confines, making Katie groan from the discomfort. The slugs had been bad enough, but this snail was much bigger, widening her painfully as a larger section of its body was forced inside her womb.


“Ohhh..” Katie whimpered, twisting about as she pressed her knees together to help cope with the weird feelings of a huge slimy snail squirming round her most private girly places.


There was ample space here for him to stretch out, which he did, much to the girl’s dismay, and he squirmed around on his rough foot, grazing on the discharge lining all the walls of his new home. It was an unusual place, but it was warm and dark, well protected, and there was an ample supply of food, so the snail was more than happy to spend some time here.


Katie, however, was feeling poorly now that she had a large snail wedged into her womb, and it was so big that every time he squirmed round it made her tummy gurgle and rumble. Except it wasn’t her tummy, it was the much more delicate area of her uterus, which normally sat there quietly going about her reproductive cycle, waiting for a wriggly little sperm to come along and make it all worthwhile. Now though, it was being churned and turned, scraped and twisted, by a creature that filled over half the available space, and wouldn’t stay still. Every so often Katie would clench her tummy against the ache of her guest wandering around, but this only squeezed in on him, making him squirm round even more.


After two days Katie was becoming distraught, but her Dad insisted that she’d have to keep the snail in place for another three days, till her period ended, just as the doctor ordered. What Katie overheard later was that the doctor had chosen a snail that had recently mated, so its fertilized eggs had now reached the stage of development where they were ready to be laid. It usually takes two days for this to happen, so any time now the snail will seek out a cooler narrow space to deposit about 30 eggs into, and that night, as she was trying to get to sleep, Katie could feel her visitor moving more than usual.


There was a sharp pain in the right hand side of her tummy, level with her navel, which the girl recognised as the snail trying to move into her fallopian tube. This had been bad enough when the slugs used to do it, but this was a much fatter creature, and stretched her narrow access nearly to tearing point, and she could feel him almost half way down her tube. Suddenly there was a stabbing pain, and the sensation of being expanded like a small balloon, deep inside the channel, which she correctly assumed was an egg being laid. Then another stab, and a third, fourth, fifth, again and again till it stopped at about a dozen, moving back down the length of her fallopian tube.


The snail then squirmed around for several minutes before her left tube burst into agony, stretching in the same excruciating way, and another dozen or so eggs were planted on that side as well. Katie cried as her reproductive system was stretched and packed and bloated, as if it would all split into pieces, with the result that she would never have children. Eventually it settled down, after half an hour, into a dull ache, and as she lay still, gradually the girl fell asleep, worrying about all those eggs hatching in the next two weeks, and her womb being full of little baby snails. Maybe these were the children she would be destined to bear.


Katie woke up crying and trembling, her tummy cramping as the first signs of her approaching period heralded another difficult month. It had just been one of those horrid dreams she’d been having lately, but she was still nervous that it could so easily become a painful reality.


Daddy came into her bedroom and told Katie to hurry herself up and come downstairs, without getting dressed, as his doctor friend had arrived to give her another treatment. Quietly nodding in obedience to the summons, Katie did as she was told, her heart racing as she went to face her fate.






Background –

This is part of the KT Slug series, based on a story Mom told me when I was about 7 years old, about my great grandma suffering from ulcerated legs, and after all other treatments failed the nurses had introduced maggots into the wounds to clean them out. It had worked, but it was such a horrible thought having to put up with something like that. I have had some experience with slugs though, following a school field trip where we had to let them crawl along our hands. A few years later, while out jogging through a wooded area when it had been raining, there were slugs all over the trail, so I picked up a couple of them and dropped them in my panties. It was a weirdly exciting sensation, turning me on quite a lot, and so messy afterwards with snail slime all over my pussy.



This story is fantasy, not based on any real events, and should not be re-enacted in any way.



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