Daddy Loves You

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This is ridiculous! She tried to move in her school uniform from all those years ago. The buttons pulled and it barely covered half of her upper body. Her large breasts were clearly defined beneath the tight top. It was so tight that underwear wouldn’t even fit. Below she wore super tight shorts that left little to the imagination. A camel-toe showed and anything smaller would be riding up her behind. This surely had to be someone’s wet-dream.
 
It brought back so many memories from Raccoon City, but now she was older, wiser, and more skeptical of her situation. She didn’t know how she got here, but without a weapon, she had to be resourceful. She stepped out into the stone pathway and felt memories returning. Making her way up the steps she saw the entrance to the police department. Why am I back here?!

She opened the main doors, cautiously inspecting the main hall for dormant zombies. “Hello?” Better to draw them out. But, nothing moved. Her shoe tapped upon the wood, breaking the eerie silence. She stepped around the main desk, noticing a security monitor. On the screen Claire was fighting, dodging a licker before running out of view.  Sherry figured out the camera’s location and hurried upstairs, thinking how different this place looked when she was younger.
 
Pushing through a door, she heard gunshots nearby, followed by a crash. She was worried when silence followed. The next door was locked and in spite of making noise, no one came. She turned back bitterly, going to find another path. Something was moving in the main hall now, and she rushed to find the source. “Claire?” A monster appeared beneath the balcony, drawn to her voice. The mutated eye on his arm opened up, watching her intently. Recognizing the white coat and blonde hair, she knew the monster was her father.
 
He moved with unnatural speed, charging up the stairs as she shrieked. Bolting to the door, she rushed inside and pressed her body against it, trembling with panic. It didn’t even slow him down. She flew forward as the door burst apart. The figure covered his face as the other, grotesque hand reached for her. She closed her eyes, feeling its soft, slimy hand grabbing her shoulders.
 
“Get off her, creep!” Claire stood behind him, blasting him with a shotgun. He took three hits before dropping Sherry and turning back to face the real threat. Claire couldn’t get away in time, getting snatched by the monster. He lifted her off the ground and inserted a tentacle from beneath his arm. It was over quickly, leaving a small creature wriggling down her throat. The tail whipped around before disappearing between her lips. Sherry moved past, taking Claire’s hand and leading her away. The monster chased but another blast stunned it. Claire moved on her own, directing them into a secret room at the base of a statue. Sherry yelped as her father tried to reach her, but the entrance was too small.
 
Finally able to breathe, Sherry hugged her savior. “Claire, I missed you so much! What is happening?”
Claire pulled back with confusion. She was young, far younger than she should be. She looked like she had during the first outbreak. “Who… Sherry? How are you…?” Her eyes doubled as she put a hand across her chest. “Ah, it hurts!”
Sherry felt the tears coming. “No, no, we have to get the serum!”
“Ahhh!” Claire stumbled back, her hand sliding lower as she bared teeth. “It’s in my stomach!”
 
The twenty-something brunette gasped and grunted. Her belly swelled, starting to show beneath her shirt, A loud gurgle came from within. She took a clumsy step, making it jiggle as it continued growing. It rounded, pressing her jeans lower. Her flat tummy was now spherical. She was in too much pain to understand her plight. Claire burped, lifting her shirt to see movement beneath her skin. Small bulges formed and retracted in the tight stomach. It was well beyond the confines of her clothing now, sagging low with weight.
 
Sherry watched her friend, knowing that nothing could save her at this point. She wanted to run away and avoid the sight, but Claire’s pleading eyes kept her frozen in place. She took Claire’s soft hand, holding it as she continued swelling. Her ponytail whipped as she thrashed her head and sank to her knees. Her clothes rolled above and below the apparent beach ball beneath her skin. She looked like she wanted to say something, but twinges of pain distracted her.
 
The weight pulled her forward, making Claire press into Sherry’s chest. Breathing quickly, Claire put a hand on her belly, startled by another movement. She squeezed her friend’s hand as she slid lower upon her bosoms, almost kissing Sherry’s exposed midriff. Going lower, her forehead popped the button off of Sherry’s shorts, giving her a nose full of blonde bush.
 
It was an awkward moment. Sherry was aroused, with her crush coming so close to fulfilling her dreams. She imagined Claire’s soft tongue searching her loins. Her firm, yet delicate fingers sliding up her body. Holding her ass tightly as she ate her out. It was a dream she had since puberty, but now it was just pathetic – to be thinking of such awful desires during Claire’s final moments. She came back to reality, feeling Claire’s head pull past her garment.
 
On her hands and knees now, the pretty girl looked massively pregnant. Her clothing was audibly tearing, opening up to reveal more of her expanding sphere. Movements from inside kept her shifting uncomfortably, but it also made her tummy shake pleasantly. She wiggled her sexy ass in the air, unable to cope with the feeling. Her lips parted to let out a delightful moan before she raised up, failed to find balance, and plopped back on her butt. Her thick belt came apart, lying behind her as she put her arms back for support.
 
The zipper on her jacket launched away, skittering along the floor. The jacket opened showing her tightly rolled shirt digging into her chest. Her breasts were well defined beneath the fabric and soon her shirt came apart. The bra beneath didn’t last long before the strap broke and it popped aside. Her cute tits sat on display, looking so tiny in comparison to her massive belly. Claire’s jeans were splitting down both sides, showing more every time she shifted. Her slim, muscular legs pressed into the rounded belly, forcing her backward and lower. Claire gave in, lying back as her belly grew. Her cute face was constantly displaying various forms of pain while being totally helpless.
 
Sherry gasped at the sight of her open legs and large rolling belly. A strange thought crossed her mind – maybe this was just some twisted game someone was playing with her. Maybe this isn’t real at all! She licked her lips, seeing the wet slit peeking from beneath Claire’s belly. She crawled closer, turning her neck to get under the expanding stomach. The smell excited her incredibly, she had to take a taste. Putting out her tongue, Sherry poked into the slippery pussy.
 
Claire shook, making her big belly press against Sherry’s head. She had to fight to stay in place with such mass moving above her. It was worth it, though, as she found a comfortable position and pressed her face into the excited mound. The fleshy belly pressed onto her shoulders, making her go deeper as she lapped the juices. She was able to breathe, but any real movement was difficult. She felt Claire’s strong legs shifting, unable to evade the sensation.
 
Sherry didn’t know why she was doing this now, but she couldn’t fight the urge. She tasted the small button at the top and made sure to give it attention. Then she pressed her nose against it and used her tongue to search for the g-spot. She wished for this for so long, but this wasn’t what she expected. Suddenly Claire’s legs tried to close and then she heard a snap. The weight was gone in an instant and Claire’s legs sprang high before flopping back to the floor.
 
She heard the creature skitter away, leaving her alone with her lifeless friend. Moving what was left aside, she inspected the results. Her sexy body was mostly intact, save for a large cavern where her stomach had been. Her cute face was impassive, almost content. She won’t have to suffer any more… Sherry got up, mostly clean thanks to her placement during the blast. She stepped through the gore, praying that this was just a mind-game.
 
She pulled up her broken shorts and pressed on. Moving through the underground facility, avoiding a few zombies to make her way into the parking garage. It was uncomfortably still as she walked, making every step reverberate through the desolate structure. She removed her shoes in an attempt to stay quiet. Passing through the open main gate, she made her way above ground, remembering that creepy police chief from so long ago. Then she heard something other than mindless undead.
 
A harsh-eyed woman hopped down from an extended firetruck ladder. She took out a few zombies before noticing taking aim at Sherry. “Don’t shoot, I’m not one of them!” Sherry froze with her arms high, making the top pull tight against her breasts.
“I see that. What are you doing out here dressed like that?” The pretty girl’s weary eyes tracked downward. “Going to a bachelor party or something?” Her suspicion faded. “Sherry, is that you?”
“Yes it’s me, Helena!” They both relaxed, coming closer to speak. “What are you doing here?”
“I’m just trying to stay alive for now.” She looked abruptly confused. “Actually I don’t really know how I got here.”
“This has to be some kind of trick or something. I can’t believe Claire is just… gone.”
The tall, wispy woman put her head down. “Oh no… That was Chris’ sister right?”
 
A sound came from the dark parking garage, interrupting their grieving. Both turned to see a further mutated William Birkin stumbling up the ramp. His arms and head were withered and starting to merge with his torso, while a new head appeared at the top. It was even more hideous and malformed, with sharp teeth and slippery skin. It let out a slimy growl as it closed the distance.
 
“This place never ceases to amaze.” Helena readied her pistol and stepped in front of Sherry. “Stay back, I’ll deal with this.”
“Wait!” Sherry moved around her acquaintance. “Daddy, don’t!”
 
Helena turned to her with a look of revulsion before blasting the monster. Bullets ripped into his skin as they moved back. Helena pumped repeated shots into the creature and he responded by flipping a car into her path. His sights were on Helena and he caught her within seconds. He raised her off the ground and forcefully ripped away a large section of her pinstripe dress pants. She kept shooting until it clicked, but William didn’t seem to care. He extended a tentacle from his hand and shoved it into her exposed, apple-shaped ass. The bulges popped through her entrance, sliding upward through her rectum. It dropped her, leaving her rigid upon the ground, gripping her behind in pain.
 
It turned, stomping towards Sherry as she trembled in fear. “Daddy! Please!” Her words stopped the monster. It let out a deep growl before skulking down an alleyway.
 
With the monster gone, she rushed over to Helena, holding her head as she rolled from side to side, keeping her legs stretched out. She looked up with damp, pleading eyes. “It hurts so bad!” Her voice cracked as she tried to recover. She was used to taking a few bumps and bruises, but she absolutely despised anal. She relaxed a little bit, but it was clear that the ache remained.
 
At this angle, Sherry was able to see down her shirt, watching her restrained breasts jiggle as she fought through the pain. Feeling sorry for her, Sherry pulled her ripped pants up enough to see her brown bush. She licked her finger and eased it into her opening, enjoying the feeling of her soft warmth. Helena looked up with a sniffle, silently wondering why she would be doing such a thing during this ordeal.
 
Sherry kissed her forehead, pulling her against her bosom as she fingered the poor, distraught girl. Helena’s midsection was already growing beneath her waistcoat. She was still grunting in pain, but she didn’t seem to realize that she was expanding. She only stared into the distance as small droplets of rain ran along her luxurious chestnut hair. Sherry’s delicate touch seemed to keep her at ease for a while.
 
The outer garment was growing tight and she finally glanced down to see the change. She raised up, whining as she slid into a higher position. Sherry embraced her from behind, continuing to pleasure her with an experienced touch. She felt pressure against her arm and they both watched as the top button on the waistcoat shot away. The remaining two popped free shortly after, leaving only her button-uo shirt to restrain her growing stomach.
 
She looked up, on the brink of total breakdown, asking how she could fix this. “There has to be something you can do! Something! There is a vaccine, right?!”
Sherry only stroked her hair and her clit, calming her as her belly grew. “I’m sorry for what my dad did.”
“That thing isn’t your father anymore!” Helena sniffed, watching more buttons skip along the pavement. “Am I going to make it?”
It was so sad to see such a confident woman completely break down. “I can’t save you, but you’ll be okay. This isn’t real!”
 
Helena sobbed silently before totally giving in. It is real to her. She wept like a child as her shirt opened to reveal her growing belly. Her big chest looked perfect upon the pregnant sphere. She swelled just as Claire did, but her body seemed to handle it more gracefully. Her hips widened and the added weight pressed it into the ground. Her formal pants hugged her long legs, failing at the seams. More and more of her once toned olive legs showed as her clothing ripped. Even her feet swelled, causing her dress shoes to split apart before falling uselessly upon the ground.  Her shirt continued tightening upon her shoulders, even though it was completely open in the front. Only her bra kept her beautiful tits in check.
 
Soon, the strap snapped, allowing her breasts to creep lower as the garment lifted. Sherry removed her bra for selfish reasons as she fingered the girl with more intensity. Helena’s breasts filled out a little more for some reason, being everything she expected and more. Sherry was in awe of the flowing mammaries with big, tan areolas.  She couldn’t resist grabbing one, holding it in her hand to enjoy its weight. Kneading it was so pleasant, she hoped it was helping Helena deal with her impending demise.
 
Her finger slipped out of the wet hole below as they belly drew lower. Helena’s weight caused her to lean and ultimately slide from Sherry’s arms. Her massive body slapped onto the street, causing the remnants of her shirt and pants to rip as she moved. Only wearing panties now, she realized how truly large Helena had become. It gave her a glorious view of the woman’s tanned ass. Her panties were stretched tight, surely causing discomfort as they dug between her oversized ass cheeks.
 
Sherry pulled at the tight garment, only eliciting a sad moan as Helena continued to cry softly. She tried again, but it only pulled the panties into her pussy. She was too distraught to say so, but Sherry knew it was agony. She tried one final time, but this only threw the massive woman off-balance, making her tip onto her continually expanding belly.
 
The inflating woman looked nothing like her original self; every aspect of her tall, trim body had changed into a thick, pudgy resemblance. She was raised up on the rolling mountain of a belly, barely able to touch the ground with her toes. It was a factor of distance and mobility, as she could barely move her filling limbs. Unlike Claire, she was expanding all over, but it was focused mainly in her midsection and her behind. Her ass was incredible, flowing with the slightest movements, looking perfectly smooth and enticingly soft as it raised into the air.
 
Meanwhile, Helena was suffering. The resilient pair of panties was still intact, digging deep into her nether regions as she waved her thick arms in vain. Her breasts had doubled in size, the nipples hidden beneath the girth as the ends flattened upon the street. It looked unreal and yet she was still alive. She let out long, loud sobs, unable to help herself. Sherry felt deep guilt over her father’s actions. She contemplated using her own vaccinated blood, but she didn’t know how and the thought came too late.
 
Instead, Sherry walked around behind the woman, amazed at the sight of the pink slit, mostly hidden in the brown bush. She wanted to help ease her pain, but she was worried she might get hurt during the explosion. So, Sherry slid her shorts down around her knees and pressed her hips against the inflating woman’s ass. The thick legs drew her closer, locking the fair-skinned girl in place. It felt soft and warm and Sherry loved it. She was already wet during the first thrust. She put her hands on Helena’s expanded hips, pulling her back into her own movements. The force would have knocked her down, but she was nestled firmly inside Helena’s oversized thigh-gap and it was one of the best experiences of her life.
 
She continued, slapping her pussy against Helena’s, trying to excite the girl before her encroaching demise. Leaning ahead, she gave quick thumps as their juices dripped onto the ground. Sherry moaned as she fucked her friend. Helena wasn’t crying as loudly anymore, but she wasn’t enjoying the experience either. She flailed her arms as if attempting to swat away a fly. Sherry mindlessly took hold of Helena’s stretched panties, giving them a tug and making her friend whimper in agony. Finally, they snapped at the side and then below. Their bare bushes were touching and it felt even better.
 
Wrapping her arms around the fat juicy ass, Sherry drove harder. Pressing her chest into the springy ass, she was about to cum when a loud blast startled her. She fell forward in an instant, landing upon the soft ass as it dropped to the ground. She was so close, but the ass deflated quickly. She realized that Helena had burst beneath her and she was humping what remained of her ass. Sad and frustrated, she got up, seeing a halo of blood around her as the two monsters flopped upon the ground. Apparently they had become tangled inside their host.
 
Again shielded from the explosion, Sherry decided to touch herself. She worked her clit while standing next to her destroyed companion and it felt so terrible, but she couldn’t fight the urge. She had difficulty getting back to the same level of arousal, needing more physical stimulation. Her soft moans were answered by an inquisitive growl. She turned to see her father standing by the alleyway. She didn’t know how long the monster had watched, but she was met with another unpleasant urge.
 
“Daddy!” She rubbed her clit. “Help me.” She spoke seductively. As hoped, her father charged ahead, stopping just before his adult daughter. She didn’t understand why she was so aroused by him. Most of his body was truly disgusting now, with a giant eye watching her from his arm. It opened and closed with a soft wet sound, but her arousal allowed her to ignore it. They did something to me. They made me want this! Sherry continued working her pussy as William opened his claw around her and launched a tentacle into her open mouth.
 
Two embryos slid into her mouth and down her throat. She could feel them open her esophagus painfully wide before nestling in her stomach. The monster removed the tendril and extended it lower, sliding it along her wet pussy and poking it up her asshole. She felt the bulges push along her slit, making her squirm with excitement before they opened her ass and pushed through her rectum. Those two embryos caused her sharp pains as they wriggled through her guts and joined the others in her belly. The tentacle detached and retracted, leaving her feeling full and slimy.
 
“You put a lot in me, Daddy!” She giggled, still touching herself. She ached throughout, but it was just an inconvenience compared to her excitement. William snarled before turning away, leaving his daughter to her fate. “No, wait! Don’t you want to see what comes out? Don’t you want to see what happens to me?” She was somewhat irritated that he left so quickly. Sherry gave him a dirty look as she stroked herself. At that point, she realized that her arousal seemed muted. The painful movements in her belly kept the orgasm just out of reach and it frustrated her greatly.
 
“Ugh, just calm down for a minute and let me… Ow!” She put her hands on her knees, feeling flush as she bent over. “Oh, ahhh, just let me…” She started to work her clit again, but their movements were too severe. Her belly gurgled as it began to expand. “Nothing to worry about. Even if this isn’t a mind game I will just heal! No problem at all!” She let out a small burp. “I can…” She gasped, pushing her hips ahead in the air, pausing her masturbation. “Just let me cum!”
 
With so many inside she was growing quickly and painfully. She reached around her bulging belly to touch herself again. Her tight shorts were digging into her legs, but removing them would be difficult. She felt the embryos thrashing in her belly, pulling her side to side as they grew stronger. She stumbled, nearly falling thanks to the shorts trapping her legs together. Another jolt sent her back, and this time she heard fabric rip. She hopped artlessly to stay upright, feeling the shorts give way and sliding to her ankles. Her legs had become thicker, feeling strange as they rubbed together. She nudged the ripped garment aside and realized how tight her top had become.
 
She pulled at her shirt with swollen hands, causing her breasts to jiggle as her hand slipped away. She failed another attempt, trying to ignore the violent tremors radiating from her stomach. Even her arms had grown, making her look like an incredibly chubby pregnant woman. She wouldn’t have minded the body under other circumstances. She grunted, using all her willpower to tug at the taut school uniform. She accidentally pinched her breast, which was packed snugly into the tiny blouse. She squeaked in pain, but thankfully a tear formed at the bottom of the shirt.
 
Her growing breasts did the rest, opening up the rip and spilling onto her belly. The shirt parted to reveal some very sizable tits that hung over the very rounded belly. Her chest started growing faster now, with both bosoms becoming more spherical as they rolled to the sides. She felt like a tank, wondering if this was how Claire felt before. “I can’t even move!” She lamented, trying to take a step. Her size was too much and her legs gave way, pulling the heavy girl down. Her big ass slapping the damp pavement as she leaned against an abandoned car. She groaned from the pain, wondering how much longer she had.
 
She looked upon her encumbered body as rain fell gently upon her. Her tight, springy skin was expanded in every aspect. Her shoulders felt wider, accommodating the bulky arms that she had trouble moving. Her hips had grown, and her ass looked nearly three times as large, compressing uncomfortably beneath her. She moved her plump toes, kind of amazed that her legs had become so big. The thick pillars wobbled as she shifted, never losing the elastic feeling. Her giant breasts looked so squeezable and soft. She put a hand upon one of the warm, wet orbs, lifting it as much as she could, giggling as she inspected her large nipples. Her areolas were twice the size and much darker. She giggled, letting her weighty tit fall back into place.
 
But her biggest change was her astoundingly large belly. The rounded stomach covered most of her legs now, creeping in every available direction as the embryos grew. They continually moved, making visible bulges in random areas beneath the firm skin. It flowed outward and began pulling lower, enveloping her torso. She placed an open palm on the mountain of flesh, feeling constant vibrations before one creature pushed outward, knocking her hand away from beneath her skin. She was amazed that she could handle such an impressive mass growing inside her, but she knew that it would be over at any moment. She only hoped she’d wake up after the ordeal.
 
The blonde girl’s belly split open down the middle, releasing a geyser of reddish liquid. She clamped her eyes as she squealed, overtaken by shock more than pain. Her swollen body convulsed as the grown embryos slid out of her ripped belly. One put climbed over her pillowy breasts before leaping away while another slid between her legs. She felt numbness at her core, but the wet creature moving along her pussy caused her to moan loudly. Her midsection was spread wide, but the remainder of her body looked so serene in spite of the carnage. The creatures scampered away, leaving their ruined mother without a second thought. She laid her head back as darkness came.

They all continue to resist the virus, except this one. The doctor put a hand on Sherry’s soft chest, feeling her racing heart. She moved just a little, feeling her soft breast before quickly pulling away. She felt ashamed for stooping to such a low. You’re being paid to break them, not grope them, Jane. Ms. Birkin should be succumbing to the virus… I have to be missing something! She huffed, moving to the next subject. Ms. Wong – you’re the only one that hasn’t been infected before. She smirked, writing a few additions to her notes before leaving them. I only need to break one of them.

Working Stiff

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Two days passed without the portal maker and it felt grueling. His boss was suddenly distant, making him do menial work while she stayed locked in her office. Elliot had no clue why she was being so detached and unresponsive, but it kept everyone on edge. He thought about barging into her office, but that might actually get him fired. Kendra insisted that she needed the portal pen during the day, but she wouldn’t tell him why. Regardless, he planned to have it back for tomorrow, then he’d be able to see what Angela was hiding.
 
“Elliot!” Angela snapped, appearing on the stairs. “Why aren’t you up there helping customers? Stocking can wait!”
“I was just checking if we had…” He trailed off, pointing to a box.
“Frilly panties can wait. There is a line and Shannon is by herself at the counter. Get up there!” She glared. “Now!”
 
He gave a loud sigh as he marched up the stairs. She could help, but that would require some actual work from miss high and mighty. He walked past the line of scowling customers and logged in a second till. Two women darted over, placing handfuls of clothing upon the counter. Shannon was having trouble with a barcode, so he paused to help her look up the price. The women at his register gave numerous insults to their service as he turned back to scan and bag their garments. I miss the portal rod so much…
 
It took a long time to clear out the line of customers, but thankfully the last few were very friendly. Shannon thanked him and asked for a moment to use the bathroom. He watched the thirty-something woman walk away. The red pencil dress hugging her hips as she strutted along with her heels clacking on the tile. He organized some clothing until he heard her heels once more. Another customer was searching nearby, but he wasn’t ready quite yet, giving them a moment to talk.
 
“Thanks! So, how are you today, Elliot?”
“Good.” She looked aside, allowing him to steal a glance at her cleavage. She kept it tasteful, but she was quite busty. “Has Angela been acting weird today?”
“Yeah, I noticed too. She gets like that some days, but it’ll be better tomorrow.” The woman pushed a loose strand of hair behind her glasses. “Must be a full moon coming tonight!” He couldn’t tell if she was being serious. She was fairly nice, but a little strange.
 
Angela was waiting for him as he headed back downstairs. “Did you get a bike yet?” He shook his head. She scoffed, looking aside as she thrust the thick envelope against his chest. “You should get one soon to bring these deliveries so it doesn’t take all day.”
“But walking is-“
“It is too slow and too dangerous. Take the rest of the day and get some transportation.” She took his hand and mashed a hundred dollar bill into his palm. “Come in early tomorrow to make up the time you miss today.” She turned away, leaving him confused and irritated.

Addy gave a big smile, leaning down to show a little bit of her cleavage before turning away from the table. She was very good at teasing out tips from most customers. She stuck the order on the turnstile and grabbed a couple of plates. She was surprisingly good at her job and it upset Kendra more than she expected.
 
Passive-aggressive bitch. She stewed about Addy’s earlier comments. Judging me for my tattoos – maybe you should have some fucking expression. Maybe you should focus on your goddamned self instead of making jabs at me! Kendra was on break now, hidden in a secluded corner of the storeroom, watching the girl through a portal. She created another portal to Adelaide and used Elliot’s idea, directing water into her cute little butthole. Kendra smiled, watching her expression of shock.
 
Addy put a hand on her flat tummy, recalling the feeling from the gym. She tried to act casual as she set the food down and chatted with the guests, but Kendra maxed the flow. The bubbly girl crinkled her nose, leaning upon the table for a quick moment before regaining composure. Her face reddened as one older man made a joke and he clearly thought he was the cause. He bantered with her, making her hide the fight raging inside. Her belly grumbled loudly, making them go awkwardly silent.
 
“You sound hungry! Have a seat and we can share!” The other two guys chuckled.
“Thanks, but I have to take care of my other tables first!”
 
They all gawked at her butt as she left, but she was completely distracted. Kendra lowered the flow, allowing her to walk normally again. Her eyes searched the room for something to explain her situation, but like before she was completely baffled. The water surged again before slowing, adding urgency to her steps. She undid her apron and asked another server to cover.
 
“I’m already helping five tables! Wait until Kendra gets back.” The sassy girl turned away without sympathy.
 
Addy gave a longing look to the door before retying her apron loosely. She had to take another guest’s order while enduring the unyielding supply of water splashing into her behind. Her belly ached and grumbled, sometimes getting louder than the background music. She caught a few awkward glances while passing other patrons. She noticed a bulge beneath her apron. It was tight now and it was subtly restricting her movement. Food was ready to be delivered and she didn’t have much of a choice – she had to suffer through.
 
The dishes clanked as the tray shook. She had to maintain complete focus not to spill as she planted it next to the table. She dispersed the plates, completely forgetting where they should go. The men were forgiving, though, making bold jokes about how pretty she was. Normally she’d counter their advances just enough to keep them in line and get a good payout, but tonight she was faltering. Every movement was a struggle, and then the water flow increased. A bowl of sauce flopped onto the table, spilling into the older man’s lap.
 
Addy exchanged apologies with the laughing man, fetching napkins to help sop up the sticky hot sauce. After some cleanup she excused herself hastily, rushing to the bathroom as the geyser in her ass continued. The pressure decreased as she sat on the toilet, but nothing came out. She could feel the running water just inside her body. It felt strange and nothing could help her ache. She adjusted her clothing as she looked into the mirror. She looked frazzled, but otherwise, she was able to hide her suffering.
 
She moved her apron aside, astonished by her prominent belly. Her movements were slow and labored. She felt somewhat queasy as the liquid sloshed around. Nothing could explain this, but she only hoped it would clear up like it had after the night at the gym. Her unfiltered expressions told the story. She was putting on quite the show for the unseen woman orchestrating her trouble.
 
Knowing she had to get back to work before someone noticed, Adelaide washed up and did her best to hide her stomach before heading out. Moving down the cramped corridor, she turned the corner and collided with the man from the table. At that moment the slow trickle in her ass ramped up into a full eruption. She whimpered, stumbling to rest against the man. He laughed quietly while directing her around the corner.
 
“Hey, are you okay?”
“F-fine…”
“You don’t look fine.” He ran a hand along her apron, smoothing it down to see her defined midsection. “Did you have that before?” His puzzlement changed to playfulness. “What were you doing in there?”
She jerked away. “Don’t… I have a… condition.”
The man put a hand upon the wall trying to intimidate her. “I don’t think you’re being honest with me little lady.”
 
Addy was uneasy, too distracted to respond. Kendra thought about helping the guy out and giving him a direct link to Adelaide’s pussy, but she knew that would be too cruel. Plus she didn’t like how aggressive the older man was, so she decided to give her victim a break. Kendra made a portal into the man’s pants and gave his balls a quick, hard squeeze. He gasped and went to his knees. Addy tensed and closed her eyes, but soon realized she had an opportunity to get away.
 
Trudging ahead as the water blasted up her ass, she could feel pressure beneath her apron. It was tight now, helping to keep her swollen belly in check. Her eyelids hung low as she fell into a chair. It creaked as she shifted, wiping the sweat from her neck. It was hard to keep quiet. She knew people were all around, but her stomach was still filling and it ached badly. She loosened the knots on the small apron, whimpering as it pulled free. Her belly rumbled as it settled, hurting even more as the air slipped higher.
 
She placed the wadded apron upon the table right as one of the cooks passed by. Armin paused to check on her. “You all right?” His eyes snapped to her midsection. “Something the matter?”
“Yeah, just a… allergy.”
“It, uh… It looks kind of serious. Should I call-“
A deep rumble came from her stomach. “No, no, just bad gas.”
 
Kendra didn’t want her to get off that easily. She grinned deviously, grabbing a bottle of hot sauce from a nearby shelf, opening it, and poking it into Addy’s behind. The reaction was sudden, making the girl launch from her seat and into the friendly man. She brought him down, holding her butt as she lay on her side. Startled, Armin got onto one knee and tried to comfort Addy.
 
“Woah, let… let me get someone.”
“It’s fine!” Adelaide breathed through her teeth, trying to keep him from drawing more attention to her predicament. “It just has to pass.”
 
Laughing to herself, Kendra delivered another dose of hot sauce, hearing it glug as Addy’s asshole drank it eagerly. Again Addy twitched into the air, unable to avoid the burning pain in her rump. Her belly rebounded, pulling her back onto her side. Amir’s hand bumped against her midsection, causing another cramp and adding to her grief.
 
He was at a loss, searching for someone to assist. “Whatever this is… it seems serious. I gotta get help.” Kendra decided to intervene. She hurried out of the storeroom and around the corner, bumping into the concerned man before he could find someone else. “It’s Addy, she’s having some kind of trouble.”
Following along, Kendra knelt beside the full, groaning girl lying upon the floor. She took her hand, barely hiding her smile after seeing the girl’s panicked expression. “What’s wrong?”
“I… uh… it’s just an allergy. I’ll be okay though.” She drew a sharp breath, probably still feeling the sting of the hot sauce.
 
Comforting her, Kendra looked up to the worried man. “It’s okay, I’ve seen this happen before. She’ll be fine. I’ll stay with her until she gets through it.” He questioned it, but she reassured him. “I’ll take care of her.” Finally, after a thoughtful look, he continued on, leaving them alone in the back room. The girl was somewhat relieved, but the water was still going and her belly was enormous. Kendra was pleased at her size, having trouble helping the fattened girl to her feet.
 
“Are you sure this is an allergy?” Kendra toyed with her victim.
“Y-yes. I must have eaten something.”
“I don’t think-“
“I ate something and it’s making me swell up!” She snapped. “Help me to the bathroom or leave me alone!”
 
Annoyed, Kendra stepped back and watched. Adelaide was agitated by her choice. Taking slow, clumsy steps, moving without assistance. Russet hair stuck to her forehead as she lurched to the edge of the room.  Her stomach growled, with her cute belly-button peeking beneath her work shirt. Having an already ample chest, she looked noticeably pregnant. She was grunting, making pained noises as she edged along the wall. She made it to the door when she stumbled, falling past and into the opposite wall.
 
Her legs trembled as she looked to Kendra. “Help me!”
“Not with a tone like that.”
“Are you serious? I’m having an allergic reaction to something!”
“No, you’re not. I know you’re lying to me about something and I think maybe our boss should hear about this.”
“What?” Addy put her back against the wall, looking like she might collapse under the increasing water weight. “Wh-Why would he care?” She stammered.
Kendra sized her up, hiding her glee as she watched the burdened girl struggling. “Fine, I will keep this… Whatever this is secret if you are nicer to me from now on.”
Her eyes darted around. “It’s not… I am… I’m not mean to you.”
“The hell you aren’t!” She proceeded to use a mocking voice. “Let me have that table, I don’t think you can handle them!” Kendra glared, changing to a venomous tone, “It gets old.”
 
Adelaide’s eyes welled-up. “I’m sorry, I know I shouldn’t.” Her jaw trembled and then she started bawling. “I just don’t think about how I come across sometimes. I can be harsh, but I am trying to teach you. I really am trying to teach you, Kendra! I don’t want those jerks to make you quit!”
 
Words eluded her and Kendra didn’t know how to handle the situation. Addy was weeping as she leaned upon the wall, her belly bouncing as she sobbed. Her clothing pulled tight as the flowing water continued. The inflated girl took a clumsy step before stumbling. Kendra instinctually caught her, but she was too big, bringing them both down. They lay entangled, with soft vibrations emanating from Addy’s guts. The small brunette grimaced, her face resting upon Kendra’s ample chest.
 
She hastily went to her knees, wiping tears away as she apologized. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to…” *grrroooo-glug* Her stomach spoke, urging her to stand. The small, engorged girl climbed up artlessly. Her uniform ripped in the back as she shuffled to the door. A small section of her cute, pink panties showed from the new opening. Kendra offered help, but she urgently declined. “No, no, I’ve got to- ah… I need to go… to the bathroom.” Addy looked big and ungainly, with a wide stance to support her bulky belly. Another pathetic whimper came out as the water churned in her stomach.
 
Once assured that she could actually make it to her destination, Kendra scampered back to the stockroom. She enjoyed watching the big girl slide along the wall. Gasping, she slammed the door and fumbled with the lock. She was more vocal now, making noises as she waddled to the toilet. She struggled to remove her tight skirt, tearing it a little more before dropping it to her ankles. She raised her belly to reach her panties, using an arm to restrain her stretched abdomen. Her soft, springy skin looked wonderful, jiggling as she removed her underwear. Her shirt was stretched tight over her chest and upper belly, accentuating her beautiful curves.
 
With a sigh, Kendra new it was time to unplug her. She struck out the portals, leaving only one to watch her empty. Her cute face twisted in agony as she blasted water into the toilet. She bit her lip and held her middle, pushing hard to eject the fluid. Kendra almost felt bad for the poor girl, but then she recalled her snide comments from yesterday. She enjoyed the show until she remembered the time.
 
“Oh fuck, I have to get back!” She closed the last portal and grabbed a spare skirt from the shelf. She sat it outside of the room and let her know, rushing to clock back in. She was six minutes late, but no one seemed to notice. She went back to the table with the rowdy older men, asking if they needed anything else.
 
“Nah, just waiting to say goodbye to that cute girl.” The confident man narrowed his eyes, looking at her like a piece of meat. “You look like a lot of fun.” He smiled.
“You have no idea.” She smirked. “She won’t be back for a while, had to run an errand.”
“Aww, that’s disappointing. Say, you might actually be better suited for what I was about to ask.” He offered a business card that read: ‘Dominic Kant: Casting Agent’ along with his phone number. “Give me a buzz if you’re looking to do some modeling. Your friend is invited too.”
 
Kendra stopped herself from going off on the man. She was deeply upset by such a skeevy practice and assuming that either of them would be drawn into the thinly-veiled trap. She knew of so many porn videos that started like that. But, with the portal rod, she could actually entrap him instead. So, she only thanked him, taking the card like a good girl and bidding them goodnight. She pocketed the forty dollar tip and went back to work.

He moved the bookcase, finding his personal collection of portals. He needed to let off some steam and this time he wasn’t going to hold back. Through Angela’s portal, he found her relaxing at home, which gave him the perfect opportunity to fuck her brains out. He pulled out his cock and used a little saliva before slipping it in. She didn’t seem to care, only shifting slightly as he eased in. It actually bothered him, so he went in faster, pushing firmly into her warm pussy. His whole dick was in and she didn’t seem to care. What a whore!
 
Elliot fucked her, feeling the excited hole getting wetter with each poke. He didn’t understand how the woman could remain so casual. She sat her phone aside and yawned, infuriating him. He gripped the sides of the bookcase and went hard, making it rock back and forth as he jabbed his fat cock into the slippery mound. He could hear the wet noise as he plunged in, feeling her clamping down on him occasionally. It was almost too much, forcing him to slow down for a moment. He was being so rough, but she wasn’t feeling it at all.
 
It’s not connected to her. He looked to the other women’s portals, seeing that they were also unaffected. Who is…? He pushed in before grabbing the portal pen. He opened a portal to Kendra and was shocked to confirm his suspicion. Kendra was melted upon the couch, her mouth open as she breathed quickly. Heather was sitting nearby but didn’t seem to notice her daughter’s lustful movements.
 
Closing her eyes, Kendra worked her hips, but she couldn’t move the cock inside. Elliot was in control. He knew he should pull out and scold her for messing with the portals, but it felt fantastic. He came out just a little before driving back in. Kendra pressed into her sides, unable to touch herself while their mother was so close. He continued harassing her, working his cock carefully to edge them closer. He couldn’t believe he was doing it with his sister, but it was too incredible to just stop. Just don’t cum inside her and you can play dumb.
 
She was getting heated, subtly resting a hand upon her tit. Elliot wished he could hold her full breasts and give them a soft squeeze. His skin flushed at the thought. He moved slowly, but the desire became too much. He moved faster, pumping his sister roughly, watching her fail to maintain composure. She let out a moan and Heather glanced back.
 
Her features tightened as she realized what was happening. Letting out a disappointed sigh their mother turned back to the T.V. as she spoke. “I didn’t figure you’d like him that much!”
Kendra froze, seeing the bumbling love-interest on the screen. “Oh, ah, I wasn’t…”
“Whatever, just don’t do it in front of company.” An awkward silence followed. “He is kind of cute, I guess.”
 
Sometimes I wonder if Mom is too open with us. With wild, searching eyes, Kendra took her blessing and put a hand between her legs. She rubbed through her jeans, still trying to be quiet as she got comfortable. She nibbled lightly upon her lip piercing, running her other hand beneath her shirt. Her pierced nipples propped up the t-shirt and a good portion of her sleeve tattoo showed as she silently masturbated.
 
Watching his sister writhing with passion while his cock was inside her was amazing. He was able to go a little longer after the pause, pumping her wet snatch with the same vigor he had intended for his boss. He was working out his frustrations without care, but when he felt the pressure building he prepared to pull out. All of the shameful, deviant thoughts came rushing back. He knew he needed to pull out, but he was seriously debating it. Fuck! I can’t! He was just about to take it out when her vagina clamped tight. It was too strong, making him hesitate as cum spurted out. It was too late now, so he just let go – his hot jizz splashed into his sister’s quivering pussy. The first couple of pulses making her jerk with pleasure.
 
She put a hand over her mouth, riding her other hand as she pushed to climax. She tensed for a moment before letting go, wiggling in her seat and sliding lower, going limp after the gripping orgasm. Her enticing green eyes opened lazily. He stared into those gorgeous eyes through the portal, her rosy cheeks and frazzled green hair looking so incredibly sexy. He felt ashamed for a second, but also relieved. He had wanted this for years, but he just couldn’t admit it. It felt wrong, but that actually excited him even more.
 
He pulled out and cleaned off their juices. Kendra looked so pleased, shifting her legs with contentment. Heather glanced back with a smirk, saying nothing as her daughter put her head down and took a nap. He closed the portal and decided to keep this experience to himself. She can’t know that I did it on purpose. He remembered the catalyst for this whole situation, but decided to punish Angela tomorrow instead.

Dreaming Big

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Greta was on her way with fresh clothes, but she couldn’t wait. Ves peeked through the door, hopeful that everyone else went home. The partially naked and very pregnant woman crept through the well-lit hallway, hoping the janitor wouldn’t notice. She rushed to the bathroom and collected her cell phone and a few other necessities. She cleaned them quickly and bounded back to her office. The enormous belly made her footsteps thud against the tiled floor.

A noise forced her to dart into an empty office, watching as the janitor headed past. He would be shocked by the mess ahead, but at least he wouldn’t know who caused it. She awkwardly trotted through the hall, carefully opening her door and sliding her bulky frame through. She was exhausted. The chilly seat against her bare bottom helped to rouse her mind. She attempted to do some paperwork, but she only lasted a few minutes before her eyelids drooped and her head bobbed.

Lifting her ill-fitting sweater and glancing past her generous chest, she could see her belly shifting. Whatever was inside was very active all of a sudden, causing the occasional pain as it pressed against her organs. She knew it was the reason she felt so drained. She put a hand on her tummy, feeling it push outward in response. It was unsettling at first, but now it only irritated her. In spite of the movements, she felt her head dip low again. It was so very tempting to put her head down and sleep.

Something changed. She sat upright, feeling alert as if a surge of adrenaline spread through her body. She questioned her sudden burst of energy before hearing his familiar voice. “I want to help you. I was in a situation like this before.” She didn’t know exactly what he meant and he didn’t elaborate. However, this allowed her to do some work.

After one page she realized she needed her computer. Without the peripherals, she had to improvise. She lifted her bulky belly and snuck through the door once more. The janitor was making noise at the end of the hall, thankfully unaware of her presence. He scrubbed the floor vigorously, cursing from time to time. She borrowed a computer mouse and a few other essentials before heading back to her office.

She was able to roll through the work thanks to her unending energy. She wrote faster and completed equations without the aid of a calculator. It felt amazing, and she was able to do a huge amount of work before she hit another snag. She needed the company stamp. Again, she moved into the main area, hearing the man working in the next office.

After building courage, she hugged the wall and diverted into another room. She rushed in, found the stamp, and turned to leave. The janitor’s cart rolled forward, coming to a stop at the office door. Scrambling to find a hiding spot in the unlit office, she hid beneath the desk, awkwardly scrunching down against her big belly. The man walked casually, emptying the waste bin, wiping down the desk, and watering the plants. He came uncomfortably close as she waited. It was difficult to sit at this angle, with her head pressing against her churning stomach. She kept quiet, hoping he didn’t notice the random noises that radiated from her belly.

The man took his time, dusting some picture frames and organizing some papers on the shelf. She watched through a small opening in the side of the desk, feeling anxious every time he paused. Her legs felt shaky, growing weak from being at an odd angle. He vacuumed the rug, allowing her to adjust, but she quickly found that no position could be sustained for long. She let out a sigh of relief as he packed up and headed to the next room. Lucky for her, he was disorganized, switching between different offices as he went along. He turned away from her office, giving her a window to get out. She got up, stretching her legs and rubbing her neck before moving. She crept out, staying low as she made a B-line for her door. A sound made her heart race. People were talking as the elevator door slid open around the corner.

She raced in and plopped down, hiding her nude lower half behind the desk. It did nothing to hide her massively pregnant belly and she knew it would be difficult to explain. She couldn’t even think of an excuse. Her mind raced with what her lover might say and how shocked she would be. She held her breath as the knock came.

The door opened as the voices paused. Ves felt a sudden release, her stomach shrank in an instant. It felt very unpleasant, leaving her feeling small and empty as if something was pulled out of her body. The thin sweater covered her properly now and she was able to breathe again. The security guard leaned in with serious eyes, asking if Greta was allowed in. With approval, he ushered her in and closed the door.

Ves sprang up, trotting over to kiss her savior. “Thank you so much!”
“What happened?” Greta asked with genuine concern.
“I just had a bad day and… I just want to go home. Can I ride with you tonight?”
“Of course!” She stepped closer, hugging her lover and giving her a quick smooch. “Let’s get you home. I have a surprise waiting.”

Ves was overjoyed to be rescued from whatever had transpired. She had more work to do, but it could be done in the morning. She slipped on the fresh clothing and replaced the items she borrowed. Relieved that the nightmare had passed, she followed Greta to the car, admiring her big ass as they waited in the elevator. Greta shot her a playful smile and made sure to take slower steps as they headed through the parking garage. They drove to the gate, waving at the security guard.

A firm pressure built in her loins. Ves felt a small tickle on her clit, huffing as she leaned ahead. The man inside was toying with her again. The guard looked confused, but they were already driving away. She grimaced, feeling dampness in her clean panties. She had an intense urge to rub her clit harder, but she couldn’t explain it if Greta asked. The man was intentionally teasing her, urging her to give in, but never coming close to orgasm. The uncomfortable teasing lasted all the way home, making her very hot and bothered when they pulled into the parking spot.

The sensation stopped, letting her cool off as they walked in. A pleasant aroma made her stomach growl. The table was covered with various dishes. Greta went all out today and the sight almost made her cry. This was just what she needed.

“I might have overdone it…”
“No, no, it’s perfect.” She planted a slow kiss on her lover’s lips.
Greta was pleased. “You might have to warm it up, but you enjoy it while I prepare dessert!”

Greta smiled seductively, plucking a piece of chicken before slipping into the other room. Ves was left to indulge, taking generous portions of the dishes. She didn’t even care that they were lukewarm. She gobbled down the food, realizing she hadn’t eaten since the afternoon. It was beyond delicious. After cleaning the plate she decided to take more.

“Yes, eat as much as you can. Giving you that extra stamina earlier required a lot of energy!” The disembodied voice spoke.
She sighed, feeling tired and anxious, wanting to enjoy whatever Greta had planned next. “Can you speed this along? I need to shower before I go to the bedroom…”
He chuckled. “I suppose I can.”

She felt something slide up her throat and push from between her lips. A thin purple tendril launched out and enveloped a piece of baked chicken. It came back and forcefully pulled it down her esophagus and into her belly. She felt the process repeating and tried to ignore the strange sensation as it ingested more and more.

“Don’t you want to savor your lover’s meal?”
“Yes, but I want to hurry to see her.” She gave an incoherent response, but he didn’t require a verbal answer.
“That’s cute.” She couldn’t tell if he was mocking her.

Ves pondered his response, knowing he was just toying with her again. Within minutes she cleared both of the main courses and all six of the side dishes. Even the thick biscuits went down quickly. Looking over the table cluttered with jumbled, empty dishes, she finally had a chance to recover. “So much for leftovers.” She swallowed a few times before climbing out of her seat.

Her belly only showed a slight bulge in spite of feeling full and heavy. The tired feeling passed, leaving her only excited for the next part of the evening. She wanted to see her lover, but she felt too gross. In the bathroom, she stripped down and took a warm, relaxing shower. It took longer, as she had to clean every nook and cranny after the ordeal at work. Her full breasts and thick ass perfectly complimented her pudgy belly. She still maintained her hourglass figure and it felt fantastic as she slid her hands along her springy skin.  It took a lot of control to avoid touching herself.

She toweled off, feeling extremely frisky. Still a little damp, she trotted to the bedroom with childish glee. She found her lover sprawling upon the bed with her limbs tied to the bedposts. Only one arm remained free and Ves happily helped, restraining her completely. She slid the blindfold in Greta’s purple hair lower, marveling at the presentation.

Her big, beautiful body jiggled as she shifted on the bed. Greta moaned in anticipation, unknowing of what would come next. Her fat ass squished beneath. She moved her thick legs, pulling lightly against the ropes. The plump tits rising as she breathed quickly. Her big, soft belly looking pleasantly squishy. Ves put her hands into the flabby stomach and kneaded it like dough. It felt wonderful. She planted a few soft kisses around her belly-button before finding the top of her trimmed mound.

Squirming with anticipation, Greta let out a low moan. Ves wanted to tease her a bit, so she kissed her inner thighs, moving from side to side slowly. This let her lover wonder and hope that the next kiss would be on her juicy pussy, but they both knew it wouldn’t come for a while. The kisses moved down her legs and onto her feet. Ves suckled upon her toes, using her tongue to circle between them. She let them out of her mouth with an audible pop before moving to the other foot. Her tongue sliding along the ball of her foot before wrapping around her big toe.

Greta whimpered and shifted, unable to get away from the tickling pleasure. Ves massaged her feet with her thumbs before crawling over the bound woman. Enjoying the game, she ran her tongue along the underside of her arm, lightly nibbling at her neck before continuing to her breast. She cupped them, sucking around her nipple before moving to the other boob, careful to avoid the erect nipples as she tongued her large areolas.

Her senses felt sharpened as she toyed with her lover. The supple, rolling skin looked so soft and malleable. Squeezing it felt incredibly satisfying. Her soft moans brought delight to her ears. Even the subtle aroma from her clean hair aroused a deep desire. Ves was so excited by teasing her lover that she felt a small orgasm run through her body. She twitched silently above the blindfolded girl, not wanting her to know that she came first.

Allowing it to pass, she continued, taking a moment to move higher. She licked Greta’s round cheek cautiously, watching her lips tremble in anticipation. Instead of kissing her she went higher and nibbled on her ear lobe. Warm breath sent a shiver through her lover. Ves smiled, finally giving her a quick kiss. She pulled back, making Greta chase slightly before doing it again. After a few feigned attempts, she gave in and delivered a long, sensual French kiss. Their tongues dancing as their bodies pushed together.

Moving lower, Ves left a trail of kisses between her sprawling breasts and down her mushy belly. She jumped over the mound again, kissing her sensitive thigh. She giggled at Greta’s frustration and decided to end her torment. She pressed her nose into the puffy slit and put out her tongue. She eased it in, enjoying her lover’s taste. This immediately caused Greta to thrash against her bindings, moaning loudly as she came forcefully. It almost sounded painful, but Ves knew it was simply an unforeseen orgasm. The first of many.

Her tongue went deeper as her nose pressed against her clit. Greta’s body was more relaxed now, but she still wanted more. She pushed her hips forward, moaning loudly as the tongue explored her entrance. Ves stopped for a moment to lick her clit, making her pull away from the unexpected delight. Without letting up, Ves worked her button as she slid a couple of fingers inside her empty pussy. Greta tried to close her legs, but the knots she tied were able to withstand the struggling.

“This is boring me, so I will leave you with a goodnight present.” His voice spoke in her mind.

Startled, Ves felt something happening below. It moved lower in her vagina, sliding from between her lower lips. She raised up noticing a purple tendril coming from between her legs. It grew longer and thicker, growing into the shape of a cock. A huge, glistening cock. It hardened and smoothed, looking like she had a dildo wedged in her loins. Arousal overshadowed confusion and she decided to go with it.

The head glided into her lover’s wet hole. It went in easily despite its size, opening her up as Ves eased it deeper. She hadn’t taken something this large for years and it showed. Greta grunted and bared teeth, tensing up as the thick gel cock penetrated her. It was only halfway in and she was already breathing fast to relax her body. She liked some pain, but it was hard to tell if this was too much for her.

Ves was amazed, able to feel everything through the shaft. Somehow it felt almost like her own and it was too wet to stop. She eased more in, watching her lover fighting to accept it. She let out a coo, grimacing as she took the sizable shaft. Wild with desire, Ves couldn’t resist any longer. She felt a twinge of regret as she shoved it farther, pressing into the hilt. Greta’s pussy clamped down as she struggled. It was way too big for her, but she didn’t say to stop, so Ves ignored her anguished grunting.

Without care, Ves started pumping, watching her lover’s fat body rolling with the thrusts. It felt amazing. She loved the new way of dominating her lover, making her squirm with pain and lust. She finally understood why men were always such pushy assholes. With a cock it felt too good to hold back. No, it felt even better than a regular dick. The shaft nudged her g-spot with each movement. She could feel sensations running through her body when Greta squeezed. It was the most incredible pleasure she had ever experienced.

Greta’s soft eyes closed tightly, enduring pain from the thick pole jammed into her snatch. She was wet, but still unaccustomed to such a large intrusion. The movements slowed for a moment before resuming the quick pace. She whimpered as her plump tits rolled upon her chest. Ves licked her way along the bouncing bosoms, sucking on the side after she grabbed hold. Her lips moved onto the erect nipples, sucking them hard as she alternated between her breasts. With a hard squeeze, she slurped on the sensitive tits and it was enough to pull her lover’s attention from her aching pussy. 

The dampness increased. Greta loved being used roughly and in spite of her anguished expression she was grabbing hold of Ves’ ass, tightening her legs around her lover. Ves pulled back to watch, hearing their skin slapping hard. The pleasure built in her body and every pump increased her enjoyment. Her skin tingled, feeling like a soft shock was passing up her spine. Ves held her breath, overcome by delight as an orgasm took hold, causing her to quake violently atop her soft lover. Locking lips, Greta pushed her hips upward and onto the smooth shaft connecting them. They lay connected, kissing as the climax passed.

Ves knew Greta hadn’t finished, so she pulled out for a moment to let the overstimulation pass. She untied the bonds and rolled Greta over. She smacked her ass, watching the wave roll through before doing it again. She continued, using more force until she heard a soft grunt of agony. They both enjoyed it. She pulled Greta’s ass up and guided the purple cock back into her pussy. It didn’t seem to be hurting Greta anymore, so she made sure to be rougher. Doing her doggy style, Ves grabbed her violet hair and yanked her head back. Greta grunted like an animal as her neck jerked back, taking the forced fucking dutifully.

Her big butt rippled as Ves humped her. Her meaty ass hitting against her crotch, completely burying the shaft that came from her pussy. She made sure to push in and wiggle side to side, forcing it into the hidden areas of her stretched hole. She held onto Greta’s wide hips, pounding away at her audibly wet pussy. She could tell that an orgasm was close for her portly girlfriend, but she didn’t want to make it that easy.

“Want it in your ass?”
Greta huffed, “not yet, just a little-“
Before she could answer Ves took it out and popped it into her ass. “Too bad.”

Greta drew in a sharp breath. She wasn’t ready and pain trumped her orgasm. She let her acclimate for a few seconds, only inserted a third of the way. Greta yelped as she fed her more of the slippery protrusion. Without her bonds, she was able to move freely, but she stayed in place – trying to take Ves’ pole like a good bitch.

A long, sad groan came as Ves plunged it deeper. She couldn’t withstand it any longer. Rising up, she tried to move away, but Ves followed along while holding her hip. Greta’s rotund body jiggled, trying desperately to evade the pain as Ves fought to get a little farther. Ves forcefully pushed her lower, still holding her hair as she fucked her ass fervently. It was loud and wild. Ves was stronger, riding her relentlessly and forcing her into submission.

The fight left Greta, as it always had. She relaxed somewhat, still clenching her teeth as she rested on her elbows. She was sopping wet, finally finding enjoyment through the pain. Her cushy ass flattened on her lover’s shaven crotch – the huge pole jabbing into her open asshole. She gripped the sheets tightly, feeling her big tits and pudgy belly rocking in the air. She felt small and weak and she loved it. Her moans grew louder as Ves pounded her ass. Just a little longer and…

The climax was sudden and intense. Breath caught in her throat as Ves forced the toy all the way in. It seemed to get longer, making the finish even more overwhelming. Reaching back, she held onto Ves’ soft outer thigh. Her wet, unused pussy dripped with excitement while her asshole pinched around the long, thick toy. She raised up, taking a few more quick thrusts that made her gasp in astonishment. She felt lightheaded as Ves started going again.

They continued for over an hour. Ves took her from many angles, making sure that they both came frequently. It was their most vigorous fuck-session of the past few months and they both loved it. Ves was always dominant, making her fat fucktoy work hard for it and giving it to her even harder after. Ves used her oddly adaptable protrusion in many ways before it receded. Even after the slime went back into her body she was able to give Greta another orgasm. Their chests heaved as they flopped onto the bedside by side. Soaked in sweat and juices, they were physically drained, lying arm in arm, spooning until sleep took hold.

The office was immaculate, clean, and orderly. Ves pushed the button to call her cohorts. Hiving moved her way up to CEO of the company gave her freedom beyond belief. Greta and Jacob came in standing proudly and wearing business attire. Greta was her right hand, doing anything she asked for at work and at home. If she had any question or any need then Greta would figure out the solution. Jacob was third, being more of an assistant. He would handle problems and accomplish whatever was needed for Greta. Both women frequently used him to satiate their sexual urges too.

Now Ves had plenty of time and privacy to enjoy her status. She regularly indulged her desires for hours a day with her two confidants. The sex was wild and adventurous, never interrupted by visitors thanks to the security team posted at the elevator entrance. Whenever she had a craving she would get one of her playthings and take them for as long as she wanted. Everything else could wait until she came.

A third person was involved, but he had no status. Liam stood naked in the corner, his cock locked inside a chastity belt. She had the key and she only let him out when he was being an especially good pet. They found countless ways to abuse and humiliate the man – Ves made sure every day he worked was more miserable than the last. Over time his mind was breaking and she suspected he was enjoying some of the torment. So, she made sure to keep things varied, switching between physical humiliation and mental degradation without warning. He was being paid exorbitantly for the privilege and he needed to earn it. 

The main doors opened without a knock and a man stepped through. Both Greta and Jacob moved to the sides, respectfully greeting the visitor as he stepped in. Ves, however, didn’t recognize him. The tall, thin man looked rugged and experienced. He smirked as he passed Greta, eyeing her plump body. He sat down and made himself comfortable, looking oh-so suave as he grinned.

“Ves. A pleasure to meet you face to face. I’m the man on the inside. I’m John.”
“John?” She raised an eyebrow. “I expected… Someone more exotic.”
He laughed, “I’m here to help you. This is all just a fantasy, but it could be real.”
“Why?” His smile faltered at her question. “Just… why would you want to help me?”
“Ah, well, I was in a similar situation before I learned my abilities. I worked in an office for a bitchy boss and a bitchy assistant. I hated them so much, but I was such a push-over that I didn’t quit. I spent years being their servant and then they both got promoted and I got fired. Years later, after I figured out how to use magic, I got a job with my former boss and started siphoning money from the company. I blamed it on them and got them both fired before I… disposed of them.” He nodded at the thought. “I’ve killed people and I commune with beings that you would never believe.”

A shiver ran down her spine. She knew he could do things that she thought were unimaginable. She gulped and nodded, suddenly nervous about what he might say.

“You don’t have to worry. I was planning on killing you eventually, but you changed my mind. You are stubborn and determined and I am impressed! I’ve read your mind and I see the ambition – I want to help you achieve what you’re seeing now!” He looked to the other people in the room, his eyes stopping on Greta once again. “I just need you two to help me with a few tasks.”

Sweat trickled down her neck. “Uh, I don’t think we can…” Ves was trembling at the thought of doing something awful for the man. “What could we possibly do that you couldn’t?”
“See, you’re clever too!” He opened his hand as he spoke. “There are many things I will ask you to do for me. Some will be difficult and might push your boundaries, but some you will enjoy! Frankly, it all comes down to this – I enjoy power. You show me respect and do what I say and I can give you whatever you want. Without me you’d be living a simple life with that little snake always trying to beat you.” He gave a vague motion to Liam.

“Fuck you all.”

John gave him a long, cold glare. Liam’s expression changed abruptly. Puzzlement changed to worry as he felt something within. He held his abdomen, groaning and begging for forgiveness. John gave Ves a knowing smile, implying that this could be her if she crossed him. Liam’s stomach bulged outward, sagging low with weight. He looked pregnant at first, but soon it went past a normal size, dipping below his knees. He slumped to the floor, going to his hands and knees as he continued expanding. His self-assured, conceited expression was totally gone. He groveled with tears in his eyes, trying to convince John he was sorry.

“I am not the one you must apologize to.”

Liam looked to Ves with pure despair, unable to speak as his stomach pressed outward in multiple areas. It looked like rounded spikes were stabbing outward, growing larger by the second. “I-I’m… SORRY!” He hit the floor with his palm. John waited for her nod before stalling the man’s painful growth. He continued moving along the floor, begging pathetically as he struggled uselessly. Liam was in complete agony and she loved it. She was scared, curious, and she couldn’t say no.

With her acceptance, John gave her directions to his home and then vanished. She looked to the others, but they said nothing. Liam’s belly shrank to a more manageable size, but he was still in visible discomfort as he crawled along the floor. Ves got up and went to the door, seeing nothing of the man toying with her mind. She questioned Greta about the interaction, but she was just as confused.

An abrupt tightness caused Ves to gasp. She put a hand on her belly, feeling it expanding. The growth was quick, making her engorged within a minute. She became pregnant, feeling strenuous movement inside as she stumbled to the edge of her desk. Greta came over to rub her back, but Ves pushed her away. She was upset at the thought, wondering why John was still playing with her mind. She was very aware this was a dream, but the sudden dampness in her panties felt so real.

Amazed, she removed her water-logged pants and sat against the desk. She felt contractions, but almost no pain. Giving in, she told Greta to help. Ves slid her ass upon the table, keeping her legs open wide. She leaned back and pushed, feeling a tightness inside that quickly passed. She yelped as something started sliding down, but to her surprise, she didn’t feel pain.

It felt wonderful. The movements felt almost like a message. Pressure rolled along the inside of her womb and she felt the urge to push again. The thing inside continued lower. It felt long and slender, wriggling as it opened her cervix wider and pushed down. A small wave of delight passed through her as the object slid through her vagina and opened her lips.

Moaning, Ves pushed again, gritting her teeth as she crumpled some papers in her fists. She could feel a thicker portion of the creature trying to pass. Greta jumped back with fright while Jacob looked stunned. She heard a noise and peered over her still expanding belly. Another hiss came as a tongue shot out. A snake’s head peeked from her pussy. As unsettling as it was, she felt more distraught by the sensations still inside her. Her growth was increasing, forcing her to lay back on the desk as her writhing stomach churned. She could feel the massive snake growing and now it seemed to be stuck.

She pushed hard, feeling the thick body rolling around in her womb. It couldn’t seem to escape, so she had Greta and Jacob lift her. Standing upright, Ves squatted a bit and tried again. It still didn’t hurt, but her cervix opened uncomfortably wide. It stretched to the limit, trying to release the beast into the world, but the opening was too small. And worse yet, it was still growing. She dropped onto her hands and knees, giving another attempt. With a loud, high-pitched whine, she used all of her might, whimpering as it failed to dislodge the monster. It couldn’t pass, but it continued expanding.

The others tried to lift her, but she slipped from their grasp and fell back against the desk. Ves sat, huffing and moaning, trying to remember that it was just a dream. She tried to calm her mind, but it felt so real. She pushed again, but it was weak and nothing moved. The pressure was overwhelming. Stretch marks showed on her swollen, rosy-red belly. The bulk of the monster’s body continued writhing in her stomach, constantly slithering and shifting. She felt somewhat amazed at her size, but the horrified looks of the others caused concern. Even Liam was distracted from his pain to watch her expansion.

Her skin was so tight that she could see the outline of the serpent. She felt a pop inside and suddenly there seemed to be more space. More things broke within her body and numbness spread through her core. The snake fought to escape, opening her vagina wider as it thrashed around, but it was too late. She grimaced, feeling her belly pop open. A red mist sprayed outward, causing the others to stumble backward. She watched her skin rip apart, her womb splitting open as it birthed the creature. The giant snake’s body shot outward, the upper half still winding through her lower section. Smooth gray scales glistened as it moved through her ruined insides.

Ves sprang up in bed, gasping in a cold sweat. In near darkness, she could see her startled lover’s eyes. She calmed herself, assuring Greta that it was just a dream. Attempting to ease her mind, Gret rubbed her shoulder and lightly kissed her breast before attempting to go back to sleep. Ves did the same, lying back and trying to ignore how tangible it felt. She draped an arm around Greta as she tried to forget the experience.

Her eyes shot open as a movement came from her belly. Ves was frozen with fear, her heart racing – it was definitely slithering. She felt tears in her eyes, knowing nothing could save her from the awful fate. She didn’t know what to tell her lover, so she remained silent. Then, a sharp jab came from within her stomach. She had a sudden image of John’s wry smile. She let out a long breath, laughing silently in the darkness. This was his form of a joke. She was pissed, but more relieved than anything. She felt Greta snuggle closer as she went back to sleep.

At breakfast, Ves took a chance, explaining much of what transpired to her lover. Greta just shook her head, passing the thoughts as an elaborate dream. She was empathetic, understanding how much it affected her, but she didn’t believe a word of it. She rode along, mocking Ves as they drove to some remote area and down some treacherous roads in the mid-morning light.

“You don’t have to bring me to some secluded spot to fuck me. I’m willing to do it wherever!”
“You’ll see.” Ves knew they were close.
“I’ve never been this far away from civilization. Where do we find the snake people again?”
“Oh, shut up!”
Greta giggled. “Want a snack, maybe nibble on your cellphone for sustenance?”
Ves ignored the comment, craning her neck as the path curved. “We’re here.”

The cabin was quite large, but it looked pretty normal. She was expecting something bigger, but she knew it was right. They headed onto the porch, where she found a hidden key tucked beneath a floorboard, just as John instructed her. Greta was suddenly quiet, clearly disturbed as they stepped into the strange home. Inside it was completely different, looking like the interior of a lavish castle.

The main room was spacious, well furnished, and filled with tapestry. It couldn’t even fit into the cabin they viewed from outside. Some kind of magic was at play and Greta was starting to believe her story. They heard chanting coming from a connecting hallway, so they continued on. Greta turned the corner first, gasping as she slumped to the floor. Ves peeked around the corner, understanding why she fainted.

A giant, snake-like monster was speaking in a language that made her uneasy. The creature was beside a grossly overinflated woman who was hoisted up and tied to an X-shaped platform. Her vacant eyes showed no care as the snake-man rubbed her tight red stomach, constantly repeating a number of foreign phrases. It was completely invested in the ritual, ignoring their entrance. The woman gave them a passing glance before tensing and twitching violently. A wave rolled through her plump body, but her belly was so tight that it barely seemed to move.

Greta came to, blinking rapidly as Ves helped her up. They watched the scene as the restrained woman closed her eyes and pushed. Her belly tensed and her toes curled. Water splashed on the floor between her open legs. She showed her teeth as she pushed again and again. She was having immense difficulty expelling the child, but the snake creature continued chanting calmly. Greta and Ves exchanged looks, wondering if they should offer some kind of help.

Before they could intervene, the captured woman let out a loud grunt, pushing with all of her might. This time she made progress. A small portion of slightly darker, smooth skin showed from her stretched pussy. It was clear that the massive child wasn’t human. She fought to get it out, but her face seemed devoid of concern. Her body, however, was showing the strain. Sweat covered her pink skin while small noises betrayed her discomfort. Her hands balled into fists and her toes twisted in the air. She grew louder, letting out pained, sad grunts. A line of drool dripped between her breasts as she mumbled incoherently.

She managed to pass the head, revealing an oddly formed child that looked something like an obese human. It wailed, covered in pink slime. It wiggled in her tight entrance, slipping lower and struggling as one shoulder passed through. It flailed even more violently, shaking her whole body as it pulled an arm free and used it to assist in the exit. The humanoid creature was bigger than a toddler, but somehow she was still intact. The monster freed its other arm and used them both to push itself free. There was a wet, slurping noise as it slid its hips past. It was a boy, and it landed on the wooden floor with a slimy thump.

It was vocal, acting like a baby once more. The snake creature cleaned up and took the large child, paying no attention to the guests as it slithered past. The restrained woman passed out from the trauma, but she was still breathing. Her belly was quite large without the child and clear slime trickled from her gaping entrance and down her inner thighs. Ves stepped closer and gently touched her shoulder, but she was unresponsive.

Ves drew a sharp breath, feeling sudden movement in her belly. She involuntarily squatted as the pressure moved lower. Her lower lips spread wide, allowing something wet to pass in an instant. The blob of slime rolled along the floor, up the restrained woman’s leg, and into the cavernous opening. Ves was startled as the woman came to.

“This is Brittany.” The captured woman spoke with surprising ease after the ordeal. “But, I am inside her for now.” John controlled her, using her fingers to release the upper straps.
“She could get out at any time?”
“Of course,” he spoke through her mouth. “She’s my pet, she doesn’t have free will anymore.”
Greta whimpered behind her. “What do you want from us?”

Brittany stepped down from the platform, reaching lower and fingering her open vagina. Her nose crumpling in disgust as she felt the slimy hole. Sweating profusely, she looked physically drained but acted totally normal. It was strange seeing her so expressive after the event. Her eyes showed confidence as she turned her attention to Ves, walking closer and sliding a hand along her ample breasts. “We will get to that.” Ves recognized the smile from her dream.

Brittany’s hands went beneath her blouse and slid it up. Ves didn’t resist, feeling a little self-conscious as she reached around to undo her bra. The controlled woman walked around and cupped her breasts from behind. Ves could feel something poking against her butt and she knew the intent. She looked to Greta as the hands kneaded her ample chest. It felt kind of nice, but she had no clue what her lover was thinking about the ordeal.

Moving to Greta, Brittany wiggled the purple cock that formed between her legs. “Remember last night? That wasn’t a dildo… That was all me.” She poked her chest as she spoke in a low tone. “Now I want you again.” Brittany took her wrist and yanked her pants down. “Bend over and let me fuck you.”

Ves approached, raising a finger as she cut in. “Just wait-“ A quick gesture from Brittany made her stop in an instant. Stumbling to the side, Ves leaned upon the wall as her belly rumbled. Her midsection ballooning quickly, looking like she carried a giant round ball. “Ah…”

Averting her eyes from the unexplained punishment, Greta got into position. Staring at the ground, she spread her ass submissively. “Good girl.” Brittany lined up and pushed the slippery cock in between her cheeks. It poked up her butt and she didn’t even complain. Her fat ass slapped against the host’s shaven mound.

It was awkwardly quiet, so Brittany decided to spice it up. The sphere in Ves’ belly expanded. Spines pushed outward, making her whine like a child. “I need to hear more from you, Greta, or she will get it again, understand?”
“Yes!” She grunted loudly with each thrust. “Ah, ah, fuck me!”

Ves watched as the spines retracted, leaving her belly smooth and round. She was nervous, expecting the pain to return at any moment. Brittany took hold of Greta’s hair, riding her hard, much like Ves had done the night before. It would be enjoyable to watch the overweight girl being rammed normally, but Ves was scared of John’s intentions.

Brittany saw her frightened eyes, stopping abruptly. Waving her closer, Ves bent over next to Greta as instructed and spread her ass too. Brittany shoved the smooth pole up her rear, watching the apple ass jiggling as she fucked her. She did her for a while before moving back to Greta. She was having fun switching between the girls, watching them take it dutifully.

“I thought you were going to help me!” Ves complained as she watched her girlfriend taking it in the ass.
“Remember, I like power?” Brittany giggled, removing the violet dick and moving back to Ves. 

After pushing it all the way in, Brittany paused. A movement caused Ves to gasp in surprise. The cock seemed to be growing inside of her, opening her asshole from within. She enjoyed having things up her butt normally, but this was too much and the circumstance was too strange. Ves’ belly swung like a pendulum as he railed her with the girthy organ. She didn’t enjoy being butt-fucked by a stranger, but she didn’t get a say. She only hoped Greta wasn’t too scared. 

Greta’s cute face scrunched as he switched back, popping the thicker dick up her ass without warning. She was moaning and it wasn’t clear if she enjoyed it or not. She accepted it either way, holding onto the wall as Brittany’s thick body leaned into the motions. The pace increased and the two lovers shared a glance, questioning how they arrived at this point.

It was fun watching them squirm. Brittany held her wide hips, pushing towards climax. The man inside wasn’t accustomed to such feelings, but the real enjoyment came from making them nervous. Brittany put fingers in the fat woman’s mouth, hooking it from both sides and making her look like a fool. She rode her even harder, causing her to whine awkwardly and drool uncontrollably. Brittany pulled back and jabbed it in a few times before the sweet release took over.

She quaked with euphoria, her heart thrumming in her chest. Letting go of her face, Brittany lightly traced fingertips along her victim’s back. Warmth radiated from the woman’s skin, feeling soft and pleasant as she held onto her chubby sides. Greta sniffled as she unplugged her ass and let the purple cock recede and hide within her loins.

“That was for being a bitch to me at the coffee shop, Ves.” She spanked Greta’s big ass, mesmerized for a moment as the skin rebounded. “Now we can get down to business!” Brittany laughed as the two shared another glance. She left them for a minute, returning with a small brush and a vial of ink. She eyed Greta with devious intent.

Sherry’s Limits

Standard

Where am I? Her dry eyes took a moment to focus. The soft glow of medical equipment illuminated the room. Sherry sat up, feeling chilly in the loose-fitting medical gown. She felt stiff and couldn’t remember what lead her to this point.  She placed her feet upon the cold floor as she worked her shoulders, noticing the door was cracked open. The remnants of the G-virus in her system kept her body young and limber, allowing her to recover quickly. She didn’t look much older than 20 and that always gave her an advantage. Against the living, at least…

She eased it open cautiously, prepared for some creature to lunge from the shadows. Creeping forward, knowing she lacked any weapons to defend herself. She made her way down a corridor and through another room before she heard a noise. An odd growl came as something wet and slimy paced around the corner.

A dim light cast a humanoid shadow upon the wall. Carefully, she peeked, seeing a lanky monster with black, glistening skin. All of its facial features were missing except for a blood-filled mouth. It turned, sensing her somehow. She gasped as she sprang up and bolted past the monster. It clacked its teeth and let out another inhuman growl, stumbling behind her. She slammed the door shut and locked it, breathing a sigh of relief.

It took a moment to adjust to the open, well-lit room. An emergency shutter slammed behind her, trapping her in the large, empty room. A glint caught her eye. She retrieved stun baton lying next to a fresh corpse – missing half its face. Dark stains covered the cement floor and walls. It must be a bio-organic weapon testing chamber… Shit!

The door behind her opened, allowing the black-skinned creature to lumber through before closing again. She wound up and hit its arm with all of her might, breaking its hand off. She repeated the move with its other arm and then its leg. She scampered back, watching the broken creature crawling closer. Suddenly its severed limbs moved, approaching her from multiple directions. She hit the foot, but the hands lunged onto her. They crawled up her like spiders, one grabbing her panties and the other going for her face.

Her underwear slid down, causing her to trip as she fought against the fingers poking between her lips. She launched the hand away, feeling the other skittering higher upon her fair-skinned thigh. It poked a slippery finger into her pussy, working it up and down before pushing more inside. She tried to hold it when the foot came from the side, hitting her in the breast. It bounced aside, transferring its motion into her generous chest. Her grip faltered and the hand below opened her painfully wide.

It wedged in her loins, unable to be removed. The nimble fingers pulled the disconnected hand deeper until it was fully inside her. She screamed, realizing the main body of the creature was nearly upon her. She scrambled backward, narrowly avoiding it when the foot came in again. She took another hit in the same spot, squarely in the tit. Her gown was strained, but still holding as she cupped her aching breast.

The monster raised up and shot forward. It put what was left of its arms around hers as it opened its human teeth. Out came a pulsing mass of skin. It looked smaller than what she’d seen in the past from these monsters, and it had a smooth, rounded end. The tendril slithered between her lips and wiggled its way down her throat. She felt it poking into her stomach as it let out a strong blast of fluid. She took three powerful doses before it retracted the feeler and let go.

She fell onto her back with a soft slap. The hand in her ass moved vigorously and she could feel something growing in her belly. The gown raised, her soft, white skin slowly pulling the knots open. Her midsection ballooned and it felt oddly comfortable. Sherry squirmed raising up on her elbows as the creature grew larger and larger. She knew it needed to come out, but she couldn’t think of any way to stop it.

The thin piece of clothing pulled tight on its last knot, digging painfully into her groin before it tore apart. She gasped with relief as her swollen belly shook, unrestrained by the garment. The tightness grew and suddenly she felt something inside pop. It hurt so much and she screamed at the top of her lungs. She saw her belly split open before the monster popped through.

Her stomach ripped open, blasting a fine red mist in the air. She went numb as the wet, gleaming monster sprang upward and landed beside her. Her head went back as her vision faded. The ruined blonde woman lay there. The hand in her rump moved, causing her lifeless body to twitch.

Then, the wounds began healing. Her insides started to mend and her belly started closing. Her blue eyes sprang open as she started breathing once more. The pain was overwhelming, taking her breath away as she repaired the damage. She had the G-virus to thank for another miraculous recovery. She touched her flat, unblemished tummy, relieved that she survived. Wiping sweat from her brow, she arose, staring with a foggy mind at two of the creatures.

Before she could act, the hand opened in her ass, making her tense and raise up. Strong legs raised her hips and then another feeling made her bring them back down. Her cushy ass mashed against the floor as the creatures approached and exposed tentacles from their open mouths. Both went down at once. Sherry’s throat opened painfully as they expanded. She was too weak to resist, feeling alternating blasts of their seed in her belly. 

They pulled out and she felt the growth happen immediately. She crossed her arms against her chest, grunting as her offspring grew. Her belly expanded faster than before, rolling outward as it swelled. It looked bigger than a natural pregnancy this time, but her body seemed to be more resilient. Then she felt a few pops inside. She bared her teeth as her stomach opened again. Two black creatures exploded from her destroyed belly. Sherry passed out as her body repaired the damage.

She awoke to see four monsters. All waited patiently for her skin to close before opening their maws. Four grotesque phalluses shot towards her mouth. She retched as they fought for space, two of them unable to pass down the limited area in her windpipe. They drew back and snaked lower, poking in between her lower lips. Sherry could feel repeated blasts sliding past her tonsils and into her loins. It was disgusting, but she was too weak to fight. She took it dutifully, thankful for the moment they came out.

Her orifices were sore, especially due to the writhing hand planted in her asshole. Her thoughts shifted to her ballooning belly, growing to monstrous proportions before her eyes. She whimpered, feeling her skin tighten. Her heavy breasts looked so small in comparison, aiming outward as her body tried to accommodate the foreign growth. She felt pressure on her pelvis, making her somewhat enjoy the expansion. She tried not to think about the inevitable conclusion. Her huge stomach pressed her legs apart and flowing onto the floor. She put a hand on it, feeling it quiver and shake.

The telltale feeling came as her internal organs exploded from the weight. She set her jaw and grumbled, watching her huge stomach part for another birth. The blobs went high before landing in different areas, all maturing before her eyes. She blinked as darkness set in, seeing the parted, empty stomach. She frowned as her thoughts faded. She didn’t know how long her recovery took, but once repaired she could see eight monsters. She made a sad attempt to reach for the stun rod before they penetrated her once again.

She took two in the mouth and six in the pussy. It hurt so much that tears rolled down her cheeks. Sherry hated feeling helpless, especially knowing there may not be an end to this. The feelers shifted around before unloading into her womb. She drank some as well, reaching her hands down to feel an already swollen tummy. She sobbed as they withdrew and the growth started over.

She was trapped beneath the mountain of flesh. Her belly was almost as big as the rest of her body. She could barely breathe under the weight and her arms and legs were pinned as well. She felt the hand shifting deeper into her bowels, causing her to involuntarily tighten her vagina. The resulting feeling was amazing. She tightened again, feeling her open inner walls constrict upon the thick fluid.

An orgasm was close, but then the expansion went too far. This time her entire upper body split apart, shooting out a halo of black and red. She watched a lump of her broken side slump back into the crater. Even her chest was blasted open, causing her breasts to press against her arms. Numbness set in as her labored breathing slowed. Her head slumped back and her limbs went limp. It certainly took longer to repair this time.

She was shocked she could recover from such devastation. Her sexy eyes focusing as she touched her unmarred breasts and belly. She knew sixteen of the beasts were circled around her, awaiting her restoration so they could impregnate her yet again. She was about to have a full mental breakdown when a door across the room slid upward. All of the monsters turned and made their way to the exit, summoned by something unseen. Even the hand in her ass squirmed lower. It opened her wide, making her yelp before it skittered away.

The door closed and she had a few minutes of peace. Her mind eased, thankful to have survived the nightmare. She searched for some means of escape, but she knew that for now she was trapped. Another door sprang open without warning, startling her upright. She retrieved her stun baton and clumsily got to her feet. Cold and scared, Sherry took a deep breath and prepared as a licker crawled out of the shadowy doorway and up the wall. She hadn’t seen one since she was small, but she knew how agile it could be.

It circled around and lunged in an instant, catching her off guard as she frantically swiped with the stun baton. She made contact and deflected it. With a wide swipe, it caught her side, digging painfully into her soft skin. She healed within seconds while the monster continued stalking her. She drew back to strike when its long tongue lashed out and hit her wrist. She dropped the baton and it was upon her in a flash. 

The grotesque monster had an exposed brain and pointed teeth, letting out deep, raspy breaths as it pinned her down. Its razor-sharp claws dug into the concrete floor, trapping her securely with her arms and legs splayed out. It extended its dripping tongue slowly, waving it in the air as it snaked over her face. She felt the thick saliva dripping onto her cheek, terrified of what was to come.

The tongue whipped around and pushed between her lips, sliding easily down her throat. She gagged loudly as the tongue passed. She felt it push into her stomach, feeling around before continuing farther. It was unpleasant to feel the long tendril weaving through her intestines, making her shift and squirm as the monster waited atop her. The full, unwelcome sensation kept going lower until she felt it sliding around in her ass. Then, she raised her hips as it slid out of her asshole. The tongue curved up and slid along her pussy.

The soft, wet tip went inside and rubbed along her g-spot. It went from a deeply unsettling experience to complete euphoria. She had never felt anything like this. She moaned as the tongue slid around in her moist pussy. Loud, wet noises came from below as the tongue rolled around. She was able to breathe, but it was difficult. Her heart raced as the creature pinned her down, nearly motionless as it focused on exploring her with its tongue.

Sherry gasped with delight. Her sensitive nipples rubbed along the soft underbelly of the monster. She pressed her hips higher, allowing her aroused clit to touch the hard, bony pelvis of the beast. Her whole body was wound tight and it felt like she might explode, but then a sudden release came. She shook violently, letting out quick gasps as the intense orgasm rolled over her. Her eyes fluttered and her mouth went dry. The tongue continued moving and soon the feeling was too overwhelming. She struggled, but the monster didn’t care.

It was torture now. The unrelenting tongue overstimulated her below and an unpleasant blockage in her throat caused mild panic. She felt so drained, but she had renewed hope when she felt something upon her fingers. She grasped at it, realizing it was the stun baton. She let out another gagging noise as she carefully took hold of the weapon. She powered it up and raised it. The licker turned too late, taking a jolt in the arm.

The tongue snapped free from her pussy, making her convulse and moan pitifully. It pulled back into her pinching asshole and retracted through her bowels. Her belly bulged as the feeler slid through her insides and into her stomach. It came up her throat, making her retch loudly. The monster sprang back, waving its tongue as it growled. She felt open inside, and it felt even worse than having the thick tongue passing through. Coughing, she held out the stun baton, ready for its next attack.

The tongue whipped around, catching her from the wrong angle and knocking the weapon aside. She was disarmed again and at the monster’s mercy. She closed her eyes as the licker let out a raspy breath and weaved its tongue through the air. She felt the tip of the tongue open her lower lips and push up her vagina. She opened her legs slightly, thankful that it was going slowly.

She let it continue, clenching her fists as it violated her. The tendril went deeper until it found a blockage. She opened her eyes, wishing she could do something. The tension built and then released, sending a wave of pain through her body. It felt nearly as bad as exploding, but she only whimpered. Her womb opened up as the tongue moved in and started coiling inside. The pain was too much, causing her to slump lower, going to her knees as the tongue moved inside.

The monster was a comfortable distance away, only connected by its tongue. She went onto her hands and knees, groaning as it pushed more of its feeler into her. Her belly sagged, showing defined ridges as the tongue coiled in her reproductive organ. It was painful and heavy, taking all of her focus not to breakdown.

It was nearly too much when the tip moved elsewhere – going someplace painfully tight and moving something. Tears fell to the floor as the wriggling tentacle moved to the other side and pulled something else. Then, the tongue started pulled from her clenching entrance. Her pussy gripped the slippery feeler as it moved. She felt it uncoiling and after a moment it came free, waving in the air before retracting into its mouth. The tongue wrapped around two white organs, depositing them into its gaping maw. Her insides ached with indescribable pain and she understood what had just happened. It’s eating my ovaries! She knew they would regrow, but the thought was devastating.

The monster chewed them as another door opened. The beast moved to the sound, tilting its head like a curious dog as it crept closer. A sound grew, coming closer as the monster hissed. Thuds echoed down the dark corridor, getting louder, now accompanied by a scraping noise. A pained scream came just before the wall burst apart. The giant, one-armed monster used its metal claw to snatch the jumping licker and break its body.

The Ustanak snorted, watching with his lone eye. It stood still as a smaller, bug-like creature crawled from a fleshy pouch on its back. The oko flew in front of the monster, turning red as it landed between her legs and used its feelers to open her up. Sherry was still reeling from the licker’s attack, unable to move as the bug wormed its way into her pussy.

Meanwhile, the Ustanak came to life, grabbing her leg with his true hand. His pale, scarred body flexing as he raised the claw and brought it down around her. She drew her arms in and closed her eyes, peeking to see that the claw didn’t actually hurt her – only trapping her in place. The oko continued squirming, trying to push its swollen body through her lower hole.

A tearing sound caught her attention. Sherry ignored the small creature as she noticed a thick bulge in the Ustanak’s pants. The already tight pants ripped, allowing an incredibly large cock to spring free. The pale shaft was bigger than her forearm, pulsing with excitement. The monster pointed his cock between her legs and drove in. The pole pushed the twisting oko through the entrance. This area was still wet from the licker’s saliva, allowing the cock to slide in, forcing the small creature deeper.

The squirming creature slowed as pressure built. She opened her mouth, grimacing as the giant put his weight into the thrust. The oko inside her popped, allowing his cock to plunge farther in an instant. She squealed, feeling broken pieces of the small animal in her pussy. Her belly bulged as his cock moved into her midsection. Her pliable skin pressing painfully against the metal claw above. The Ustanak removed the metal appendage and placed it next to her, keeping him supported and allowing him to move more freely.

Sherry grunted loudly with each stroke, taking his giant cock all the way into her loins. She was sure the tip was pressing against her cervix, but thankfully he was too large to actually enter. However, this caused excruciating pain as he tried. Her pussy stretched to its limit. The long bulge still showing through her once smooth belly. He shifted forward, making her raise her legs as he continued to assault her resilient body.

Her sizable boobs quaked as she watched his hate-filled eye. Her agitated yelps quieted, changing to a soft grunt and then silence. Thoughts eluded her. Sloppy, wet noises came as his shaft pumped her gaping hole. Sherry’s eyes rolled back and her tongue bounced within her open mouth. She went limp, mentally broken as the massive shaft destroyed her body.

The cute blonde girl’s body moved silently while the large man fucked her silly. He towered above her, shifting very little to pound her drenched pussy. She stared into the distance, uncaring of her predicament. The only way she could cope was to disconnect. She wondered if this would be her life now. This lasted for a long while before she snapped back.

With renewed vigor, Sherry hit and kicked him. Her pretty blue eyes showing rage as she fought once again. He grumbled, wrapping his powerful fingers around her slim waist. Raising her up, he yanked his rod free from her hole. She huffed, pausing to touch her open pussy. She could fit all of her fingers inside easily. He rolled over, bringing her along. Hoisting her small body into the air, he lined her up and brought her back down onto the tip of his cock.

It twitched, rubbing along her slit. Sherry cooed, enjoying the sensation more than she wanted. He kept her in place, forcing her to sit back and go lower on the shaft. Sherry breathed through her teeth, slipping down the pulsing member. It was pure agony at first, but around halfway it only felt uncomfortable. Her body could adapt, but she wasn’t sure what would happen if she took it all. She whimpered, feeling the tip jabbing against her cervix yet again.

The monster let go, but she could go nowhere but down. She used her hands and feet to support herself, keeping still as she tried to think of a way out of this. He grew impatient and nudged her foot from his thigh. She tipped to the side, completely losing her balance and putting all of her weight upon the shaft. She felt the pain grow in her belly and then… a pop. Numbness set in and she knew the thick head of his dick was wedged in her cervix.

Sherry planted her feet and tried to pull off, but her stretched inner entrance gripped him tightly. She tugged and twisted, trying desperately to get off. She heard his breathing quicken, knowing what was about to come. She pulled with all of her might but failed anyway. She screamed as the shaft expanded inside her, blasting a thick load directly into her womb. She howled again as another pulse came, wishing for some way to stop this torture. It kept going, forcing her belly outward as his seed collected.

Her stomach sagged, hanging like a partially filled balloon as more poured inside. The monstrous man kept shooting without letting any escape. Her tummy rounded as it filled, pulling her forward with its weight. The reproductive organ clamped around his cock, holding it in place. The weight pulled her down, causing her to slip between his legs, mostly propped up by her expansive midsection. Cum continued flowing into her thickening body and she noticed her chest getting larger.

Her already impressive breasts rounded and inflated. They drooped low and pulled, swaying like pendulums as she shifted. She brought her arms down for support, but even they were expanding. They thickened, becoming tight and springy while retaining most of their mobility. Her excited nipples grazed the floor, tickling as her mammaries swung side to side. The trapped cock was still blasting wave after wave of hot spunk inside her and her body fought to adapt.

The Ustanak sat with legs open, quietly watching as she took the copious amount of seed. Her fat legs slid down and this triggered him to move. His constricted member tugged her along, making her groan weakly. He repositioned, squatting behind the inflating girl. He grunted before going still. At this angle she could hear the soft thrum of cum ejecting from his shaft and pooling inside her body.

Her breasts pressed against the floor, growing wider as the fluid pooled beneath her skin. Expanding before her eyes, they became unnaturally large. She could tell they were heavy and for a split second, she wondered what cup size they would be now. I don’t even know if I could find a bra to fit them. That thought led to a more serious question. I wonder if my body can handle this – maybe this is it. The humongous tits curved around her gargantuan belly. I look ridiculous.

With the space to grow, Sherry’s body rounded in all aspects. The once shapely young woman had grown soft and squishy, partially supported by her plump belly. It pressed outward against her bulky arms and legs, making her struggle to keep them in place. The expansion of her pliant ass caused even more pressure upon the unwelcome dick buried in her vagina. Even slight movements caused her taut body to ripple. Any movement was impossible. Her feet slipped, causing them to rise into the air, now hanging outward due to all the fluid in her gut.

Finally, the cock stopped pulsing. The monster raised up, pulling her along as he took a step back. Her overfilled body slid along the floor, causing Sherry immense pain as her tight skin scraped along the cement floor. The Ustanak yelled, planting a hand upon her big, squishy ass. He pushed, trying to detach her. It was still damp from the licker’s slime, which made the process troublesome. Without notice, he shoved his thick thumb between her huge, pliable ass cheeks and right into her asshole. 

Screaming, Sherry clamped down on his cock and his finger. He didn’t care as he pushed and pulled, irritated that he was still stuck in the tiny woman. He angrily pulled and shifted, which caused his cock to stay erect. She nearly passed out from the pain, but then she felt him slow. She reached out, using her fat arms for stability as he leaned in. He worked his thumb deeper and she responded by clenching yet again.

His meaty pole jerked, blasting even more into her engorged body. Sherry sobbed, unable to bear the strain as her body held onto his erupting cock. She felt the thick slime crawling up her throat and then blasting out. She tried to close her mouth, letting it collect in her cheeks for a second. Then another pulse came and made her spit it out, violently ejecting the seed onto the floor. She sniffled as she felt the pressure build.

The monster let out muffled grunts. It was clear that he was drained from the encounter. He closed his eye as he leaned into his victim, using his claw for support. He let out one final blast as he thrust forward, burying his dick entirely into her wide, sexy ass. Sherry’s eyes widened as he did. Her belly popped, dropping them both onto the ground. Thick white goo went out in a halo around them. His heavy, mutated body pinning what remained of her. Her smooth, delicate face showing utter shock as he raised up.

His cock was still trapped in between her legs. Her plump lower half was still intact as he stood and pulled his shaft free. He tossed the disconnected section of her body aside before pacing into the darkness. Sherry’s upper body was still intact. Resting atop her hefty breasts, her pretty face sitting in stark contrast to the carnage behind her. Her last thought was hopeful as she stared at the floor. I can recover from this!

A Special Project

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He enjoyed seclusion, but from time to time he had to endure society. He had a craving, and he was running low on servants. John ordered a beverage, eyeing a few girls conversing at a nearby table. He stepped forward, stopped abruptly by a strong-bodied woman. He only barely bumped her, but she turned with fire in her eyes.

“Watch where you’re going.” She looked him over before shoving him. “You lanky piece of shit.” He was too stunned to respond. “What? Too much of an asshole to apologize? Some fucking alpha male that thinks the world owes him? I see how you’re looking at me like I’m some piece of ass. Step back and fuck off!” He was genuinely surprised by the outburst.

The next minute was tense and the barista was hesitant to break the quiet. “Ves.” She took her drink with an angry sigh. While distracted, he cast a localization spell on her midsection. He ignored the woman’s angry scowl as she passed, knowing revenge would bring him great pleasure.

He spent a few hours watching people go about their mundane lives before he returned home. Brittany greeted him. Her belly was red and swollen, carrying yet another sizable creature. He recruited a few other women recently, but they could not compare to Brittany’s resilient body. She lumbered closer, the heavy stomach swaying as she took each step.

He led her into the library and told her to find a spell. She was slow, breathing heavily as she reached high to thumb through some of the scroll cases. Her veiny belly pressed against the shelf, making her pull back for a moment to hold it. Her emotions were mostly gone, but he could see her pain. He ignored it as he continued the search. She bent down, showing her thick ass as she plucked a case and opened the cap.

“I found it. Transform.”
John was elated, planting a quick kiss on her cheek and another on her tight belly before snatching the scroll. Her expression didn’t change, but Brittany held her breath. Her eyes showed the slightest of happiness before her belly throbbed. She lurched forward, holding her stomach as the outline of a face appeared and vanished. She was huffing, frozen in place as the pain subsided.

John was pleased that the creature was still alive. Carrying an ogre was quite taxing. The last two didn’t survive, but with the aid of magic, he was hopeful for this one. He planned to fuck her, but first he had another matter to take care of. He directed her to the bedroom as he unfurled the scroll and pieced together the proper incantation.

Ves awoke five minutes before her alarm as usual. She begrudgingly crawled from bed, rousing her lover as she gathered clothes. Greta crawled closer, purring as she pulled Ves’ panties down and opened her ass. She pushed between the cheeks, licking her asshole gently, working her tongue around as she held her pliable thighs. 

Ves paused for a minute, enjoying the sensation as she stretched and yawned. Her excitement built, but she pulled away, knowing she didn’t have the time for fun. The hefty woman laid back upon the bed, opening her legs and attempting to entice Ves’ back. Short violet hair stuck to her wet lips. She opened her pussy and displayed the butt plug she had kept in overnight. Again, Ves shook her head in the subdued light and made her way to the bathroom.

She did her business and tried to stand when she realized her legs were unresponsive. Her arms felt that way too, making her anxious as she sat, suspended in place. A thick, slimy goo poured from her lower holes, flowing into the toilet. It came quickly, making her whimper as she tried to understand what was happening.

She watched her muscular tummy swell outward. It felt strange and scary. She was somewhat relieved to feel the flow of slime stop below. Then a voice came. “Remember me?” She couldn’t recall and he answered before she could reply. “You are some piece of ass. I’m the guy who you bitched at yesterday. No one else can hear me because I’m inside of you.”

“Wh-what?” She stammered, still partially paralyzed. “How?”

“This will be your punishment for being so rude. You’re going to be my toy for the day. If you tell anyone what’s happening then I will split you apart.” She questioned him again and he decided to show her. “I can… adjust myself…” He started moving. She watched with wide eyes as her belly trembled, expanding larger as it shook. Her vibrating skin swelled far beyond her impressive bust. She was horrified to see her belly ballooning, expanding to the size of a heavily pregnant woman. “I can just keep going…”

Her once trim core was pulled tight. She looked heavy with a full-term child when the expansion stopped. Somehow this man was ruining her body and she was powerless to stop him. She was still trapped in place as the vibration shifted lower. Suddenly she felt an intense pleasure spreading through her body. She failed to resist, overcome by the creeping pressure in her loins. She breathed through her teeth, scrunching her face as she felt a climax wash over her entire body.

Trembling and gasping, Ves felt movement return to her limbs. She opened her eyes to see her massive belly shrinking to a more manageable size. It didn’t return to normal, leaving her with a notable bulge over her once sexy midriff. “You can’t do this!”
“You better get ready for work. You’re already going to be late.”
“How do you-“ She checked the clock. He was right.

She rushed to clean up and get dressed. She only appeared slightly bloated beneath her business dress. The button down jacket hid her girth and her hourglass figure was thankfully far more eye-catching.  She glanced into the bedroom as she passed, seeing her plump lover sleeping in a compromising position.

“You like them big. What a lard.”
“Be quiet.”
“She just moved in, I see. Oh, and she is very accommodating.”
“Get the hell out of my head!” She whispered. Sudden silence unsettled her as she locked the door and walked to the bus stop. Nine people were interspersed in the seats, paying little attention as she sat down. The bus rumbled on as she contemplated her situation. She thought about finding the man responsible for this strange predicament, but she didn’t even know his name.

“You’re being naughty.” He spoke from within, “I think I should help.”

Inside she felt something open painfully wide. She felt the object slide lower through her vagina and through her pussy lips. She realized he was fucking her from inside her cervix. Ves crumpled forward, trying her best to hide the discomfort from the collection of passengers. She groaned as the slimy tendril wiggled side to side, poking her panties outward with each thrust.

Her whimpers caught the attention of a few people. One man was unashamed, watching her intently as she fought to maintain composure. She hung her head, seeing a subtle outline of her hard nipples through the jacket. She reached across her chest, acting like she was scratching an itch. Her arm compressed her large breasts, making another man glance up. She put her arm down, feeling their gaze upon her. She hated feeling so fragile, but the movement below kept her mind distracted.

She felt a pressure upon her g-spot, making her jerk forward and gasp. Another woman turned her head, but she was respectful enough to ignore the strange noises. Ves was enjoying the feeling, slightly moving her hips in time with the outward thrusts of the tendril. She was building closer and closer, feeling another orgasm creeping over her. Then, it stopped.

Wound tight and searching for an explanation, Ves moved her fingers lower to finish. Before she could, a sharp, sudden pain from within made her crumple and gasp. Another pain came and she felt her stomach push outward. She was trying to ride out the pain, acting as if nothing happened to the few passengers watching. Her hands covered her stomach, feeling the orgasm slipping away. She yearned for the climax, but another sudden pain ripped it away fully. Her stomach pushed outward, parting her hands for a moment before returning to normal. One man was utterly shocked by the sight, but he didn’t understand. He shook his head and looked to the window.

“You’re so obsessed with being in control that you have a sex slave waiting at home. I think this is good for you. It will make you realize that you’re always someone’s bitch.” He was listening to her thoughts and he knew everything about her. She hated being so helpless and he knew it.

The remainder of the ride went by without change. She avoided eye contact until she arrived at the office. She pushed through the revolving door, passed by the receptionist, and waited for an elevator. The door opened to reveal her coworker, Jacob. The tubby man smiled as he greeted her. He worked on the same floor and he was one of the few she enjoyed talking with. She found his nervousness cute. She pictured him naked for a fleeting moment, instantly regretting the thought. 

“It’s good to see you swing both ways. What would Greta think?” Ves stumbled in her reply to Jacob, trying to ignore the voice. “I bet you’d love to have him bend you over. Maybe I could help you out.”

She felt her cheeks flush. Excitement spread throughout her body. A warmth grew in her privates and dampness followed. She had an intense urge to pin him against the wall and fuck him hard, but the elevator door opened and another person stepped in. Her panties were soaked. She tried to hide her urges as he spoke, but she could barely focus. Relief came when she reached her floor. She quickly said farewell and rushed to her office.

She hastily searched through her desk drawer. She transferred the slender blue vibrator from its hiding place and into her purse. She nodded in greeting as she passed the other offices on her way to the bathroom. She was thankful that it was empty. She locked the stall and hung her purse. With the vibrator in hand, she slipped her wet underwear onto the floor and eased in the toy. Her eyelids fluttering as she lowered onto the toilet.

The toy hummed quietly as it pressed into her pussy. Breathing heavily, Ves worked the vibrator in and out, feeling a powerful orgasm rolling over her. She rocked her hips, making the toilet seat flex beneath her comfy ass. She reached beneath her jacket, feeling her big tit through her shirt. Squeezing it hard, she imagined, her fat co-worker plowing her like an animal. She ignored the uncomfortable position as she put her legs out, fully engrossed in the pleasure.

Her mind switched to Greta. Thinking of her expansive tits clamped as she moaned. Ves loved to dominate her, but now she was in that predicament. Clamping down hard on her nipple, Ves thought about how she could be used. Lying on Greta’s comfy body as Jacob did her from behind. She was surprised to feel a more intense orgasm come, making her tremble and slip lower. She rode it for a time before the vibration became too much. She was about to remove the vibrator, but it suddenly moved inside. She put a finger in her pussy to retrieve it, but the feeling was too strong.

She was immobilized by pleasure, whimpering as the vibration continued. Juices splashed into the water below. She gasped and moaned until her awareness returned. She stiffly shifted higher in the seat. The vibrator was on the highest setting and wedged deep in her pussy. She balled her fist and in a display of rage punched herself hard in the stomach. It hurt, but she did it again even harder.

Suddenly she felt movement within and a bulge pushed outward. Buttons flew from her jacket and her shirt, skittering along the tile. Another painful punch came from within. Ves slumped forward, grunting in pain as he retaliated. She lifted up to see the visible outline of a hand pushing outward from within her womb. It was extremely unsettling to see and she knew he could do much worse if he wanted.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Please stop this! I’ll do whatever you want!”

The hand pulled back and the vibrator clicked off. She sat there for a moment, staring at her ripped clothing. The toy was still buried in her depths, but she was too afraid to question his intentions. She got up, tossing her soaked panties in the garbage as she cleaned up. Her shirt wouldn’t close now, but she was able to hold it shut as she went back to her office.

Only twenty-four other employees worked on this floor and most were busy with client calls and paperwork, but a couple of them stopped her to chit-chat. One, in particular, proved to be very persistent.

Liam followed her down the hallway. “Hey, Ves, how are things?” He continued, asking useless questions as they came to her office. She turned at the door, tactfully blocking him from stepping through. He was known for reading the files on people’s desks and using that information to steal their clients. She despised him, but she was used to this dance. “Want to go out for drinks later? My treat.” He had a deep, sexy voice and he took care of himself. He was into guys, but she knew he had taken a few women just to pry some secrets from them. She had to respect him – he managed to stay at the top in spite of being a well-known manipulator.

“Thanks, but I have something going on. Maybe another time… Like never.”
He cocked his head. “Ouch. Maybe you should unwind sometime… Oh wait, it looks like you just did.”

Ves became suddenly self-conscious, smoothing her hair as she kept her blouse held shut. Then, at the worst possible time, a hum came from within. She could feel the toy shaking deep inside her and her sudden jerk alerted the man to the trouble. Liam watched her, his mouth hanging open with surprise.

“Are you? Is that a vibrator?” He leaned lower, a gleeful smile spreading along his face. “You naughty girl!”
“It’s not… It’s my phone.” She turned bright red as she reached for the door. He barged past as she closed it behind him. ”Get out of my office!” She whispered.
“Uh, no.” He pulled her dress up without warning. “Liam!” She growled, “I should have you fired!”
“Go ahead.” He pulled out his phone and started recording. “Go ahead, Ves, tell the audience what you’re hiding down there!”
She fought back tears as she held out one hand. “Stop this right now!”
“If you listen closely you can hear the smooth music of an adult toy in one of our top consultants!” He laughed. “And…” He brought the phone lower, “she’s not wearing underwear!”

Ves felt small and weak, crumpling to the floor. She hid her face as she sat on her knees, trying desperately to hide the effects of the toy. She was deeply aroused, but the shameful situation kept her in check. Her chest heaved unevenly as she tried not to show the building pleasure. Her thoughts shifted abruptly as something rubbed her g-spot. Her pink skin had a sheen of sweat. She couldn’t stop making short, quick thrusts into the air. Her skin tingled and her butt tensed. She was thrusting so vigorously that her business dress slid up, allowing him the slightest view of her shaven privates.

He was delighted and confused as she stared at him. It was so shameful, but she couldn’t stop. Her curvy body bouncing as the feeler moved inside her. She was moaning as she put her hands on the floor to support herself, opening her legs without care. Her large chest showed from her torn blouse, only kept in check by the smooth ivory bra. Her nose crinkled as she moaned again and again. She felt the slow building climax, winding her tighter and tighter until… release.

Falling backward, Ves flopped embarrassingly upon the floor. She rolled onto her side, recovering from the stronger orgasm. She waited for a moment, too scared to look back at the man observing the entire lewd display. She finally peeked through her frazzled hair, seeing his astonishment. Her mind raced as he tucked the phone away.

“What… the fuck?”
“Delete that now and I’ll give you the Fischer case.”
“How about I save this and you give me all your cases.”
“But… I need…” She paused, thinking about her dire situation.
“You need a job.” He grinned. “Maybe I can keep you around as my assistant!”

Climbing to her feet, Ves charged the man. She brought him down and hastily took the phone from his pocket. He was much stronger, but her nearly naked body upon him kept him in check. She moved her finger with purpose, quickly pulling up the video and hitting delete. He flipped her over and pinned her in a scandalous position as he got his phone back.

“Your word against mine now.” She glanced down, “think people will believe this was my doing?”
“You know,” he pulled back and got to his feet, “I could ruin us both. They might believe you, but I bet there’s a way to get that video back.” He showed a conceited smile. “How about I get one of your clients, my choice, every month for a year. Does that seem fair?”
“Not at all, you have a deal.” It was a horrible set up, but it would hopefully put this mess behind her.

Liam shook his head one more time before slinking through the door. Feeling drained, she slowly climbed up and found her spare top. The thin, blue sweater ran a little small on her swollen midsection, but at least it covered her. Her dress was damp, but being black made it virtually unnoticeable. The gravity of the situation hit. She had just put on a show for the most underhanded person she knew and somehow it didn’t destroy her. It gave her a surge of confidence. She fixed her hair and mentally prepared to finish the day.

She made a few quick calls, trying her best to avoid other clients. Being a financial consultant meant that a good amount of your work was planning and consultations. She tried to focus on the paperwork, but it was difficult to ignore the dildo buried in her nether region. She spent a few hours slowly working through the files until a knock came on her door. A petite woman nervously entered. She was very pregnant and very shy. Ves reluctantly invited her to sit down, hoping this would go quickly.

“Hi, I just brought some files you requested for one of your clients. Do you have a moment to go over them?”

Unable to say no, Ves sat as the woman pointed out every detail pertaining to the files. She either wanted to kill time or thought that Ves couldn’t read. Ves was getting rather anxious until the woman suddenly jerked forward. She put a small hand on her belly, controlling her breathing as the discomfort passed.

“It’s okay. This little guy just gets a little excited when he hears new voices. Want to feel?” The cute girl smiled warmly. Ves had no interest in the child growing in this stranger’s belly, but she knew how to act. She got up and placed a hand on the girl’s soft, warm skin. It took a few seconds, but she could feel the movement and she acted surprised. The girl giggled. “How far along are you?”
Ves was startled by the question. “Uh, a m-month.”
“Oh, wonderful! Things get easier as you go, I promise.” They wrapped up their conversation shortly and as soon as the door closed Ves fell into her chair.

She reached below and tried to remove the toy. She was nearly fisting her wet, sensitive hole, but the dildo was still beyond reach. She pinched the bridge of her nose, frustrated by her situation. She tried to think of a way to take out the slime creature in her womb, but a laugh echoed through her mind.

“You really hate people, don’t you? Maybe deep down you want kids.” She perked up, feeling pressure in her abdomen. Her stomach grew outward, pushing the sweater up and her waistband lower. “Wouldn’t it be nice to have a child or two growing inside of you?” Her belly button pushed outward as her tummy grew. She looked much, much bigger than the other woman now and she was still expanding. “You’d make a great mommy.”

“No!” She snapped, holding her quivering stomach as it crawled over her thighs. “I don’t want kids! I can’t even have them now!” He could sense her disgust at the thought of having something growing inside her.

“It doesn’t matter. I can give you kids. I can even give you four or five at once!” Huge bumps came and went as something moved inside of her. Tears ran down her cheeks as her skin pressed outward. She was appalled by the feeling and pleaded for him to stop. Her crying quieted as the outline of a small foot pressed out. She was in shock as another small hand pressed against her thigh. Something sharp pushed against her inner walls and then something rounded. “Maybe I’ll give you something besides a human baby.”

Just below her rolled sweater and between her breasts a small face appeared. It looked like something out of a fantasy and it disturbed her deeply. It moved its mouth before sliding out of sight. Something else moved by her belly button and she could almost swear it was a snake. It was terrifying to think of those creatures inside her and she had to cover her mouth to muffle the sobs.

Her fear was made worse as she saw multiple things slithering beneath her skin. It felt like a hundred snakes were packed into her womb, writhing around and searching for an exit. The pressure was so intense and she wanted to get them out, but they couldn’t find the path to freedom. Instead, they twisted and turned, making her belly bulge as their thick bodies moved.

Feeling a sudden pull, Ves fell from the seat. She was on her knees, holding her full belly as the creatures worked into a frenzy. It was harder to deal with, as her skin felt like it might tear under the immense weight. She rested it upon the floor, holding her desk as it wobbled and shook. She was crying and grunting, wishing for a way out of this nightmare when the vibrator clicked on.

She hated her body for enjoying the movements. It disgusted her to the core, but she was excited by the movements. Then a snake pushed out of her womb, wriggling side to side as its thick body pushed through her tight vagina. It was thick and it fought fiercely to get out. She tensed as she felt it slide past the vibrator, pressing it against her inner walls as it moved. It was stuck just inside her pussy.

Ves felt something pinching her clit and it felt amazing. Her knuckles turned white upon the edge of the desk. Hair stuck to her neck as she clenched her teeth. Her crying stopped, replaced with angry grunts. A strong orgasm hit her, making her fall onto her ass clumsily. The pleasure took over, making her drool like an idiot as she leaned against her chair. She was disheveled and delirious as she felt the snake move back into her womb. The vibration quit and her belly started to shrink. Whatever was inside went motionless.

Back to her normal size, she climbed into her chair and adjusted her clothing. A big wet spot was on the carpeted floor, but it was hidden beneath her desk. She put her head down and closed her eyes, nearly falling asleep before the man inside jabbed her. She perked up, wiping her eyes and fixing her hair as she realized where she was. She continued working without interruption for another hour when she heard a rumble in her belly. She thought it was him, but soon realized she was just hungry.

She forgot to pack a lunch, so she called down to the cafeteria to bring her a hot sandwich. The delivery charge was outlandish, but she was in no state to make the journey. She was about to take a bite when she felt something slimy push up her throat and into her mouth. She took some on her finger, seeing a thick violet slime.

Before she could move, a thick tendril of the purple slime erupted from her lips, her eyes doubled as the feeler took the sandwich from her hand and pulled it down her throat. She swallowed it whole, making a painful bulge in her esophagus as it moved down. It came back up and shot out, grabbing a stapler and pulling it into her mouth. The thick object hurt going down, but it happened in an instant. It continued by snatching a round pencil holder. The goo kept it as one object, pulling it down and into her belly.

She tried to grab it as it took a small potted plant, but it was too slippery. Her fingers slid off as the tendril forced the rounded pot into her open mouth. Her jaw was open wide, only barely able to fit the bulky item. It had continued trouble getting it past her windpipe. She couldn’t believe this was happening and she could feel all of the items collected in her stomach. She punched her abdomen again, but as before this agitated him. 

It took more small items, collecting them as she tried to hold her belly. She thought with enough pressure she could block items from fitting inside, but it didn’t help. She swallowed a pad of sticky notes, a computer mouse, and even a slim, corded telephone. Holding on, she was able to slow the ingestion of the phone, but it was too powerful, snapping the cord before taking the entire base into her body.

She was forced to ingest every small item in and around the desk. It even took the garbage bin and emptied it into her open mouth. Crumpled paper, food wrappers, and even aluminum cans slid into her belly. She tried to stop it, playing tug-of-war with the items and always losing. Her sweater moved higher, showing more and more skin as her midsection expanded. She pressed her belly hard into the side of the desk, but it only caused her more pain.

From the drawers it took pens, papers, and even her cosmetic bag. She watched as countless items slid uncomfortably down her throat and into her belly, clacking as they settled inside. Ves looked beyond pregnant, with a red, veiny stomach that ached from the oddly shaped items crammed inside. She was worried, not knowing how to remove the items without going to a hospital. The tendril came out again and opened her purse. Pulling her apartment keys and cell phone out and taking them down before she could grab them.

She leaned back in her seat, admitting defeat as she rubbed her overfilled belly. It was huge, hard, and heavy. Her top was only covering her chest now. It had moved beneath her bra, which caused her large breasts to appear even more prominent. She heard the sound of tearing fabric and felt her dress’ waistband slack. She watched the purple tentacle plucking more small items from the final drawer. A tape dispenser moved awkwardly through her esophagus and then there was a sudden stillness.

It seemed so quiet once the thing stopped force-feeding her. Tears wouldn’t even come. She was so awestruck by what just happened that she could barely think straight. She shifted forward and felt something shift. She felt an ache as she clumsily stood up. She used her desk for support and after a few stiff steps, she found balance. She felt sick, salivating suddenly and heavily. She grabbed her trash can and heaved. The plastic tape dispenser crept up her throat, causing a large bulge as it pushed through her mouth and out into the garbage. It made a loud thud as it landed and she felt more coming.

A knock came as she felt something large moving up her throat. She couldn’t respond as she cupped a hand over her mouth, stifling the urge to throw-up. “Ves, you have a call on line 3.” Her co-worker spoke through the door. “I was having problems patching him through.”
“Take…” She painfully swallowed the smooth metal stapler once again. “Message.” A pokey hairbrush rubbed as it moved in her belly, giving a very unpleasant sensation as it shifted lower once again. She had to get to the bathroom. Ves tried to suppress the urge to eject the remaining items as she lumbered to the door.

“Ves, he says it’s urgent.” The woman was still waiting outside.
Opening the door just enough to peek through, Ves spoke directly to the woman. “No more calls today.”
“You look like shit.” Her judgmental expression faded. “I can cover for you, but he says he will go elsewhere if you don’t talk to him right now.”
Ves rolled her eyes angrily, still feeling queasy. “Can I borrow your phone?”
“Uh, I guess. Why don’t you use your own?”
“It’s broken. Can you hand it to me?”
The girl narrowed her eyes. After a long contemplation, she went to her desk and took the phone base, holding it as she handed Ves the receiver.

“Hello, this is-“
“Ves, I pay you good money so I can talk to you anytime during business hours, Monday through Friday. If you start dodging my calls then I will take my firm across the street where I expect that bullshit!”

He went on, berating her as she tried to hide the cramps running from her low-hanging belly. She was in agony and the girl on the other side of the door seemed incredibly suspicious. The vibrator clicked on and off, making her sink lower as she listened. Ves tried her best to suppress the overwhelming sensations, but she was physically weak from holding such a weighted stomach.

“Mr. Delano, I am sorry… I am so sorry, but I am terribly sick and I… I promise I will do better in the future. As to answer your question, I can’t recommend that you invest in a start-up company with such differing goals. Could I please have a few days to do some research and write up a proper proposal?” He wasn’t pleased, but he finally conceded.

After saying goodbye, she gave the phone back. The other woman’s eyes dipped lower. She looked disgusted after the glimpse, but she didn’t get a chance to respond as Ves closed the door. She felt sick as she leaned against the door. Her expansive belly resting against her thighs, pushing her stretched dress lower. She felt things moving as she breathed. Praying that the other woman wasn’t watching, she took a deep breath and opened the door. 

She pulled it shut loudly as she stomped ahead, causing a few people to look with surprise. She stumbled forward, holding her distended belly tightly as she moved. Most of the office doors were closed in the afternoon with client meetings. She attempted to hide the full effects of her predicament by turning away from the open doorways. The objects shifted audibly, causing her great distress as she waddled ahead.

Just before the bathroom, she made direct eye contact – Jacob was astonished by the sight. She pushed on as he rushed to follow. She went into the bathroom, found the largest stall, and immediately ejected a few smaller items. Jacob came in, opening the unlocked stall door. He made it in time to see a hard square moving beneath her chest, up her throat, and through her open mouth. A slimy telephone hit the toilet seat and landed on the floor. She hastily yanked on the cord running into her mouth, pulling the headset out slowly. She gasped as she worked it free, turning to him with pure despair.

The vibrator clicked on yet again. She was sore and tired, but she felt a deep yearning for another intense orgasm. Warmth filled her loins as she looked at the overweight man staring with awe. He looked so innocent and she wanted to cum so badly. The urge to let out the items passed as she turned and stood. She stepped ahead with a hunger in her eyes as she gave him a slow, sensual kiss. He was paralyzed with fear and it excited her even more.

She gave him a few more quick kisses before squatting. Her awkward belly rested upon the cold tile in between her parted knees. Eagerly, she unfastened his belt and slid his pants to the floor. He whimpered as she fished out his cock and started sucking. The bathroom was empty, but if someone came in they would be greeted by an overweight man being blown. They would see her enormous red belly, seeing the subtle veins stretched across her tight skin. She put her lips to the base, moving his flab back to take his entire cock. He was bigger than expected, but she could take it with little effort.

Making loud, lewd noises as she sucked him, Ves was getting so wet below. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, licking his balls as she paused. He grabbed her head and pounded her mouth. His quick movements let her know he was getting close.

Warm cum shot to the back of her throat, making her squint, but she never pulled away. He held her in place, feeding numerous blasts of his seed into her slippery mouth. She licked his balls again, making him squirm and release his grip. She wanted it all, following as he stumbled back. She sucked hard, keeping him from taking his cock out as she leaned ahead. He gasped weakly, finally removing his cock from her lips with a loud pop.

Ves got up with some difficulty, turning around and raising her behind. She bent over the toilet, wiggling her ass enticingly. He couldn’t resist, shuffling closer with his pants around his ankles. He flipped her dress up to see her beautifully plump butt. Her hourglass figure was still preserved at this angle, as her huge belly pressed against the toilet below. The items inside clacking and tapping through her skin.

Spreading her cheeks, Jacob eased his moist cock in. He moaned as it glided into the warm, tight hole. Ves let out a shrill groan. She raised up and put a hand back to slow him, but he followed along, keeping his cock in place. He was fully in her ass and he didn’t give her time to acclimate. The ache spread through her body as he drew back momentarily and pushed it back in. Her ass opened easily, causing her great discomfort as he enjoyed himself.

“I’m sorry… It just feels too… ah… too good.” He spoke quietly as he pumped her ass.

It hurt and the lack of control caused her even more distress. Ves didn’t want this, but she had absolutely no control. The nameless man who spoke to her mind was forcing her to do outlandish things that she didn’t even try to understand. Her thoughts blurred as she felt unique pains every time Jacob thrust. He was just a lonely man getting some, so she couldn’t blame him. She glanced back, watching the bulky man humping her frantically.

The tendril inside moved lower, putting pressure on her g-spot. Then she felt something rubbing her clit. The ache suddenly turned pleasurable and all her complaints disappeared. She huffed and pushed back. Her springy ass flattened as they pushed together. She took every inch and it felt fantastic. The pressure built as she took his hand and placed it upon her chest. He followed the lead and leaned forward, holding her tits as he fucked her from behind.

They were going so hard that the items inside were shifting. She felt something hard-hitting her thigh and the sound of plastic tapping came from her core. Jacob was stronger than expected, moving his hands back to her hips to get just a little farther in. Her climax built as his cock plunged inside. She was just about to finish when he abruptly stopped. She involuntarily clenched her asshole, making him moan as cum spurt out of his tightly gripped cock. Thick blasts collected in her rump, pushing past her pinched entrance.

The tickle on her clit grew stronger. She bared her teeth, working the pulsing cock in her ass. The orgasm was upon her in seconds, causing the overburdened woman to sink lower, huffing with delight. She relaxed as he pulled out, barely able to support herself over the fixture. With a hum coming from deep inside, she spun around weakly, planting her rump onto the toilet seat. Tremors continued through her body as her eyelids drooped lower. She melted into the seat, spreading her legs open, not caring as she showed her privates to the man.

Pulling his pants up, Jacob grinned like a child and thanked her profusely. He left, caring little about her plight. Ves was beyond worried as the vibrator whirred in her loins. No one caught them, but it seemed inevitable someone would come along soon. She felt a movement within. Sitting up, she heaved, feeling an item moving up her throat. She covered her mouth again, not wanting to cause a mess. The object slid back down, giving her a moment of respite as she tried to think. She didn’t know what to do as the numerous items moved inside her stomach, causing a very unwelcome feeling.

Something shifted below and she heard a tap as something slipped out of her ass. She guessed that it was the computer mouse, considering the cord followed behind it. She was bawling as the items came out at increasing speed. She tried to clench shut, but they moved out so smoothly. Cans crumpled and pencils snapped under the weight of larger items. She barely felt the vibrating toy come out, but she could hear it whirring inside the packed toilet bowl. It was almost full when she slid off. She went onto her knees, unable to stop the release of the assorted workplace items.

Ves was gasping and grunting, weak from pushing so many things out of her body as she squatted over the floor. Once it was over, she found herself in the middle of a slimy mess. It felt much better now. Her clothes were mostly spared from the expulsion and she thought she might actually be okay after all of this. She climbed to her feet and left the sticky clutter for someone else to deal with. She walked with purpose, avoiding her coworkers on the path to her office. Praying that no one noticed her disheveled clothing.

She had to stop to avoid an older couple arriving. She ducked into an empty room as they passed. She was about to head out as she felt a pressure low in her belly. She looked down to see her stomach expanding beneath her waistband. This time her dress didn’t move lower. Instead, it pulled tighter and tighter until the stretched band popped apart, falling uselessly upon the floor.

She was stunned, knowing that she couldn’t simply hide herself any longer. Her belly retracted, only showing a small bump once again. The man was watching and enjoying every bit of her hardship. Her sweater was far too small to cover her privates and she knew there was only a short time before the owner of this office returned. Only a short distance remained to reach the privacy of her own office, but it would be impossible to avoid people now.

Thinking quickly, she took a large potted plant from the windowsill and carried it in front of her crotch. She took a deep breath and started walking. Sure enough, a woman passed in the hall. Ves had to turn to let her by, keeping her exposed backside against the wall. It worked and she continued only a few steps until another man exited his office. She did the same thing, pressing her ass against the glass as he shuffled by the sprawling plant. She turned to see that the office blinds had been open. She had just exposed herself again, but thankfully the man turned away, chatting on the phone.

She hustled down the hall, taking solace as she turned the knob and pushed into her office. A thick stack of files sat just inside the door with a note attached. I noticed you cleaned out your office, but I heard someone say you were stuck in the bathroom with Jacob. Ooh, what a scandal! I expect proposals and quarterly plans for all of these clients by tomorrow. It was signed with a heart, but she knew Liam was behind it.

Ves sat the plant down and brought the files to her empty desk. It would take all night to finish his work and she didn’t even have her phone to call Greta for spare clothes. “The janitor is going to find my cell phone in that mess!” She stared at the manila folder with utter despair. “And Liam knows Jacob had sex with me.” She thought aloud as she hung her head with shame. “Well, he will know once he talks to Jacob, I’m sure. It won’t be hard to intimidate that lard ass.“ She spoke bitterly. 

“Jacob won’t remember a thing.”
“H-how can you be sure?”
“Are you really doubting my power, Ves?”
She submissively shook her head. “No, no… What now?”
“You didn’t tell them, so you get to survive.” He laughed. “But you get a little surprise for being so promiscuous.”

Ves felt something and raised her sweater to investigate. Her stomach puffed out more notably than before. She put a hand over it and felt vigorous movement. She gasped in fright as she pulled her hand aside. Something was alive inside her and she knew it was more than just slime.

“Have a good night, Mom.” The laughter faded, leaving her with a lingering dread of what was to come. She had nothing to do but sit and wait until the others left. She had to time it right to go get her items before the cleaning crew found what she left. Only then could she call Greta to get some clothes and bring some basic office supplies to do the mountain of work.

An Invasion of Samus

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The decontamination process finished and she removed her helmet. Her power suit dematerialized and she removed her Zero Suit similarly, allowing her to comfortably relax after the encounter. She scoffed as she stepped onto the floor, still remembering the slimy creature she killed on the derelict ship. She went to her bedroom, lying on the small, stiff mattress. Sleep came easily.

Samus awoke to a biological alarm. Grabbing her sidearm, she sprang up and cleared the hallway. She moved into the entrance bay to find a writhing, slimy humanoid creature slinking around the room. She took aim and shot, blasting the gelatinous thing into pieces. It exploded, sending the goop in a halo around the room. Some got on her clothing and she hastily smashed the button to close the door.

She carefully removed her skin-tight garments, making sure none of the slime touched her skin. She checked her body, making sure to look in every crevice. Once clear, she moved to the next room and closed that section too. With everything contained, she made her way to the cockpit and scanned the substance. The invasive species was known for replicating with water and used various means of reproducing. Knowing how easily it could spread, she vented the compartments, ejecting the substance into the vacuum of space.

Relieved that she had taken such precautions, she decided to take a quick shower to relax. Samus looked into the small mirror, inspecting herself. She took out her ponytail, letting her long blonde hair spill upon her shoulders. Her delicate features sat in contrast to her muscular body. “If I didn’t have such big tits then I might find some respect out of my suit,” she said aloud.

She stepped into the shower and enjoyed the warm water trickling down her sore body. “It feels good not being constricted by everything.” She took her time, cleaning herself thoroughly and unwinding from her recent collection of bounties. She reached down to clean her privates when she noticed a bulge forming in her belly. She stared in shock for a moment, knowing this situation couldn’t be a coincidence. She turned off the water and darted to the medical kit. A quick scan confirmed her suspicions.

Being soaked allowed whatever was growing inside to expand quickly. She waited for the computer to create something to help, watching her stomach swelling outward and droop lower. She could feel the weight, having to lean upon the wall as her midsection grew. Next, her chest enlarged, making her already sizable breasts grow bigger, her nipples slightly darkening as they grew to match.

She felt tired and she realized her skin wasn’t wet at all now. Even her long, damp hair was starting to dry at an unusual rate. Samus breathed quickly as she felt weight collecting in her rump. Her ass grew outward, jiggling as she moved to find a better balance. Even her arms and legs widened, growing pudgy and ungainly. She felt incredibly thirsty, and in spite of her better judgment, she had an overwhelming urge to step back into the shower.

Turning on the water, she stepped in and felt sudden satisfaction as the warm water enveloped her skin. Steam rose as she leaned forward. Samus felt kind of woozy, no longer caring about what was happening to her body. She watched as a line of water ran from her thick nipples. Her tall, engorged body pulled the water in as the creature grew. Samus was amazed to see her belly sagging past her knees, with bulges showing as whatever she was carrying shifted around.

Feeling tipsy, Samus rolled out of the shower, taking the curtain down as she fell onto her back. Her body rolled, causing great pain until it finally slowed to a rest. She felt something shift in her lower abdomen and then there was a sudden urge to push. She felt her vagina stretching from within as the object slid lower and lower. Something small spread her pussy lips and grabbed her inner thighs. The creature pulled itself from her loins.

She was in awe as the wet humanoid edged out. She tilted her head back, groaning as she birthed the monster. It lasted for a few minutes, intense pain rolling through her swollen body. Samus looked up to see a slimy replica of herself searching around the room. It appeared as she had before: tall, muscular, and curvy. It either didn’t notice her or didn’t care. Instead, the slime girl stepped into the shower, trembling as water ran over its body.

She watched it expand as she had, growing full in the middle before the rest of its attributes expanded to match. It filled a lot faster, quickly growing too heavy to stand. The slime Samus was held up by her big ass and craned neck. It made a strange noise, sliding lower as the weight became too much. Resting on its knees, the deep-green body continued swelling, pushing beyond the confines of the cramped shower. It was hard to distinguish its anatomy.

Squishy noises came as the slime trembled violently. Samus grabbed a towel, covering herself as best she could. The green girl burst apart, showering the room in slime. Throwing the towel aside, Samus turned off the water, snapping the handle so she wouldn’t be tempted again. She growled with frustration as she noticed the slime reforming behind her. Now there were two copies made of slime. They reached for her as they charged forward.

She tried to push one, but her hands went through it. She came to rest bending over, her waist suddenly trapped in the slimy mass. She struggled, but the thick slime held her in place. She was at the mercy of the attacking creatures. Punching and kicking furiously, Samus could do nothing to the soft goo that held her in place. Her breasts rested upon the slime girl’s ass, noticing that they, as well as the rest of her body, was almost back to normal. She decided to fight dirty and jab a finger in between her aggressor’s thick cheeks. It didn’t help, but after a moment she felt something poking up her ass.

Samus grunted, pushing against the adapting slime as the other creature opened her ass wide. The slime copy pushed her fist in and then her arm. Samus screamed as she felt the firm slime pushing into her body. Her focus changed as the slimy body that trapped her suddenly softened, letting her slide lower and lower until she plopped onto the metal floor. Turning over, recoiling from the awkward fall. Samus drew in a sharp breath, seeing one slime girl standing above and another shoulder-deep in her ass.

With great effort, Samus edged herself back against the wall, resting upright as she tried to evade the copy plunging itself into her butt. She hit the floor angrily, unwilling to show any fear as the thick goo invaded her body. Sweat rolled from beneath her thick hair and the sound was humiliating.

The slime clone grinned maliciously before stepping closer and squatting into her face. Samus opened her mouth in shock. Slime flowed past her lips with force, opening her mouth fully. It appeared that she was pleasuring the slime woman, but instead, she was forced to gulp down a gooey tendril. Thick, pronounced bulges appeared in her throat and tears formed in her eyes. She swallowed, unwillingly taking more and more of the thick green substance.

Below she felt immense pressure as the other creature opened her ass wide. Its head folded unnaturally as it pushed into her behind. Even the replica’s large breasts squished down to slide inside Samus. She could feel the cool slime crawling through her intestines and into her stomach. The tendril moving down her throat met the other and started bulging her stomach outward.

The slime trembled and began pulling itself into her core. Both of the slime girls contracted and changed as their mass was sucked inside. Samus was angry at herself for letting the contamination happen. She tried to grab the goo, but her hand quickly moved through it. She was forced to sit there and take the large quantity of slime from both ends.

Her pussy glistened, but she knew it was just her body trying to process the unnatural stimuli. She knew this, but she still put a hand down to touch her clit. She rubbed the golden bush, finding unexpected delight as she accepted the flow. Wet noises came as the copies opened her up and moved in. She could breathe, but it was difficult. However, the lack of air actually seemed to increase her pleasure.

Her belly was getting huge and soon it pushed her hand aside. She tried a different angle, but couldn’t quite reach below. She growled in between gulps, frantically trying to find a way to rub her button. Admitting defeat, she put her hands on the floor and tried to focus. She wanted an orgasm badly, but she couldn’t quite get there.

Both girls were in up to their waist. Without understanding how, Samus took the standing girl’s legs completely. Her jaw unhinged as she slowly swallowed the girl. With a big, rounded belly, Samus looked inhumanly large and she had to take a lot more. The fleshy mass swelled outward between her parted legs, pressing against the cold metal on the floor. The chill felt nice on her squishable, rosy skin. Her ass was mashed outward from the weight and she thought it might be growing again.

It was difficult to think in this situation. She needed to get her suit, but the creeping urge for an orgasm was too much to ignore. She pushed higher up on the wall, coming to sit as she continually took the goop inside her body. Defined legs of slime kicked wildly as she took the lower girl’s hips. Once that slipped by then the rest of her body moved in at a steady pace. She was dripping wet as she accepted the entirety of the slime girl up her ass.

The girl above sank lower. Its heavy breasts moving up as her toned midsection slid in. The slimy breasts wobbled as they hit Samus’ face, making her wince as the thicker portion pushed down her throat. With her mouth agape, Samus observed the slime girl raise her arms and smile. Her green face came lower to meet her gaze before disappearing down her throat. Samus tensed as the arms went inside and soon she had taken both of the creatures.

Covered in residual slime, Samus was hot, angry, and horny. She had thicker arms and rounded breasts again, but this time most of the mass was in her midsection. Her stomach was too large to move and far too big to fit her arms around. She was astounded that her body could handle such a large amount, but she was glad to be alive. A sudden thirst made her gulp air and stick out her tongue.

The desire for water was unbearable, trumping all of her other needs. She pulled upon a loose floor panel, finding numerous pipes and cables. She found a flexible black tube and yanked hard. Sure enough, water sprayed from the opposite end. She was too far to drink it, but she tipped onto her side and used all of her strength the scoot closer. She felt the mist on her bare, expansive ass cheek, but she couldn’t come close to reaching it. She edged slightly closer, but she was winded, straining to breathe with such a strain on her body.

Her asshole opened, allowing a slick tendril of slime to come out and retrieve the hose, plugging it firmly into her backdoor. Samus’ expression barely changed. Her rational mind quickly returned and she knew she had made a terrible mistake. She felt relief from her thirst as water erupted into her ass, pushing through her guts. She drank from below and her belly grew in kind. It spread across the floor over the next few minutes, nearly touching the opposite wall in the cramped room.

Without warning the hose launched out, spraying water wildly as it flopped around. Her expansive belly shook and bulged before something moved up her throat and out of her butt. The slime launched out in a thick line, coming from both ends and collecting in two separate piles. Her abdomen shrank quickly, retracting into a more manageable size within a minute. The feeling was unpleasant, but she was able to climb onto her hands and knees. With incredible willpower, Samus was able to scan the room for the quickest escape.

She waited, eventually able to stand with an apparent late-stage pregnancy. She placed both hands over her mouth and fought to stop the flow. The viscous fluid passed through her grasp, but she was able to slow it down. She was about to give up when she felt the slime stop in her throat and recede. The flow from behind increased two-fold, as now both creatures pushed to escape from her ass. Her asshole opened painfully, making her stagger ahead and let out a sharp breath through her nose.

Samus pushed through the feeling and stepped into the hallway. She left a trail of green that led to both of the green masses. Turning the corner, she stumbled down the corridor and into the room to seek treatment. Disappointment came when she read the message. “Shit.” She sneered as the pain stole her attention again. She needed to figure out how to stop this.

The last bit of slime popped out of her ass. Using all of her focus, Samus felt the Zero Suit materialize around her. The slime on her skin seemed to be absorbed as the clothing appeared. She couldn’t create the Power Suit in her mental state, but this might help. It was skin-tight as usual, but now she was able to see that her body had become irrevocably changed. She grabbed her hefty tit and let it fall, scoffing as it came to rest. “This is going to be inconvenient.”

She moved ahead with her sidearm drawn. She knew it would be messy, but needed to be prepared. Her soft still had strength, but now it was concealed beneath a thick layer of flab. Her thighs rubbed together and her weighty breasts made it difficult to balance. The Zero Suit made it far less clumsy, though, keeping everything packed in place.

Turning the corner, four green copies of her stood with vacant expressions. She mashed the button and watched the door slide shut. She hurried to the cockpit, but two more creatures were waiting. She shot one, but the other managed to hit the door release. She caught a face-full of slime and couldn’t hit the second clone. It disarmed her and launched her into the corridor. She wiped her face and saw the group of slime girls standing above her. They placed hard bindings of the substance on her arms and legs, spreading her completely across the main hallway.

Lying on her back, Samus was at their mercy. One made a fist and hit between her spread legs. The pain was unbearable, but she couldn’t cover herself. It did it again and again, punching her right in the crotch. She was about to cry when she saw it line up and strike again. She felt something go inside, accompanied by the sound of tearing cloth. The creature had broken through her suit and started to fill her as before.

Her stomach puffed outward, pressing against the tight suit as she filled faster than before. She groaned as her midsection grew higher and started pushing outward. The other slime girls stepped over her, all coming behind the one that was pushing into her loins. As before, it was using both hands and then it pressed in with its head. She yelped and pulled upward as her lower lips opened. She imagined this must be what childbirth felt like.

Her suit was pulled to the limit. Her breasts started growing again, which caused it to rip in multiple spots. Her resilient Zero Suit didn’t dematerialize this time. The tough fabric ripped as her soft flesh pressed through any opening, tearing it wider and wider. The first girl’s hips passed and she pushed herself in with her feet. Immediately after it was in entirely the second girl entered through the backdoor.

Samus thickened all over this time, her arms and legs bulging as the slime found any way possible to fit into her cramped body. Her suit split open in the final areas, leaving her completely nude. Her sweaty, rose-colored skin flowing freely upon the floor as she continually grew. Her ass was spread wide, but it didn’t hurt much. She took it begrudgingly, hoping that an opportunity to escape would present itself. Her ass swallowed the second girl like nothing and then the next one began.

This one felt different. It felt like all the mass was collecting in her belly. Samus realized that this copy was going into the other one. It was pushing itself into the slime girl already inside her. Her lower entrance took the creature easily. This time, as her shoulders and hips passed, it felt quite enjoyable. Samus wasn’t fighting anymore. She gasped and moaned as the slime wriggled into her body.

The third girl got into place and entered her ass, expanding her slimy appendage to make way for the rest of her body. Samus took it well, once again attempting to touch herself. She stroked her clit, loving the sensation as she built to orgasm. Her stomach grew and just before she came her hand moved aside. She became suddenly angry, encountering the same problem as before. She couldn’t reach and it was beyond frustrating.

Her ass swallowed the creature, feeling her slimy hips squeeze into her behind. The next one bent down and started right behind the third. Samus was massive, her body taking the copious amount of slime in any space possible. She tried to reach again, but her arms had become so heavy and she was having trouble breathing beneath her massive chest. She craned her neck to see that she was far grander than expected.

The spherical masses on her chest rolled to the sides, hitting the floor with a painful slap. “They’re even bigger than my morph ball!” She glanced again to see her expansive stomach, pushing outward, yet still appearing tight and springy. Her arms and legs felt weighted and thick, double the size, but appearing reasonably proportioned. She tried to look again, but now her thick neck kept her head in place. Her skin was warm and painfully stretched.

A sudden warmth came to her loins. A tendril of slime began expanding in her pussy. Her ever-elusive orgasm crept up once more. She couldn’t begin to move her bulky hips, but it felt fantastic. She grit her teeth and enjoyed the buildup. She couldn’t move. The tendril grew almost uncomfortably wide, but it didn’t move. She realized that she was holding all four of the creatures now. Her whole body was packed full and it felt great. Pleasure built until she was just about to cum, but then it left her. She would do anything to get to the lingering climax, but she was powerless.

The pressure in her body grew, feeling oddly pleasant as she waited upon the cold metal floor. She was breathless and frozen with desire. Her mind couldn’t think about anything else other than cumming. She failed to move again, sending ripples throughout her overburdened body. Heavy footsteps echoed through the corridor. A red-haired woman wearing black body-armor stood over her.

“Who are you?” Samus spoke stiffly, still aching to finish.
“Shepard.” She looked over the extremely inflated woman lying before her. “Looks like you could use a hand.”
Samus clenched her eyes momentarily. “Touch me.”

The woman’s accented eyes smiled as she stripped away layers of her armor. She pulled off the plating and tossed it aside. She pulled her undershirt off and then her bra, exposing her modest chest. Her fair-skinned breasts were perky, bouncing as she took hold of Samus’ fat arms and heaved her upright. She couldn’t get her far, so she resorted to biotics. She raised her into a partially sitting position and used stasis to keep her in place.

Samus was held in place, sitting at an angle as Shepard went to one knee. The topless woman slowly moved her hand down, grinning as she pressed forcefully into the damp mound. Samus was ecstatic, but she couldn’t say a thing. Shepard put two fingers in and roughly worked them around the slippery hole. Unable to show it, Samus had the most intense orgasm of her life. She could feel the wetness below as the stranger’s soft fingers worked her g-spot.

The biotic powers faltered, letting Samus flop down roughly. It hurt, but she was still breathless from the orgasm. Shepard was able to get two more fingers in, not realizing that she had already finished. Samus couldn’t form words as she took Shepard’s entire fist. She couldn’t move either, trapped beneath the extensive weight of her body. The sensation felt overwhelming, but soon she was enjoying it again. Shepard was strong, plunging her arm in up to the elbow. She worked her arm around before drawing back and plunging it deeper.

Shepard arose, peering over her monumental stomach. She put her cropped red hair behind an ear. “What’s in there?”

The large, sweat covered woman couldn’t respond. Samus let out a weak moan as she felt the slime moving inside. Her tightly packed belly pressed out in random areas as she Shepard continued fisting her. The slime churned angrily and then she heard the other woman scream. Shepard pressed hard against her slippery inner thigh, trying desperately to fight whatever was holding her arm. The creature inside was far too powerful, pulling Shepard’s shoulder in slowly.

The woman went quiet as her head moved inside, edging past her stretched lower lips and into her pussy. Shepard was fighting, but it was inevitable. The slime drew her in inch by inch, forcing Samus to open unreasonably wide to accept the woman’s sizable body. Shepard’s breasts squished against her inner walls, making her moan with unexpected pleasure. The speed increased and Samus’ body was somehow able to take it. The other woman was still, no longer fighting as her firm ass pressed through the pliant hole.

Then her long, limp legs slid in. Samus took her whole body and was somehow still intact. A frenzy built in her midsection as she watched her skin bulge and move. Without warning, she started to grow again. Her arms and legs spread upon the floor, as did her shoulders and sides. She looked like a mountain of flesh as her skin pushed against the sides of the hall, moving up the walls as she grew. It didn’t hurt.

Samus felt abrupt pleasure as her swollen pussy pressed tightly between her thickening thighs. The pressure hit the perfect spot, making her cum forcefully as the slime roiled in her body. And, in that moment of delight, she popped apart. Her chest and belly burst at once, letting out a torrent of slime to coat every exposed area of the ship. Her arms and legs deflated as the goo poured out. The lower section of her body was broken and empty, showing that the slime had already emptied her out before the end.

The woman’s bright eyes no longer showed emotion. The slime copies reformed at the end of the hall – Shepard and Samus searched for new sources of water. They were unaware that the flashing red light foretold their end. Samus used the last of her energy to mentally trigger the self-destruct. She only hoped it would destroy them.

Plaything

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He awoke to a pleasant sensation, feeling a soft, warm mouth enveloping his cock. John glanced down, seeing his servant moving her head up and down dutifully. Brittany was heavy with offspring, big and soft and ready to have them at any moment. He ran a hand through her short-cut blonde hair, grabbing it as he guided her along. He pressed her down, watching her lips go to the base of his shaft. He held her there as she tried to pull back.

She arose without emotion, only breathing deeply to recover before going back down on him. She had been his first conquest. He was inexperienced at the time and stripped her personality, thinking it would be more enjoyable without constant complaints. It was a mistake, but sometimes he enjoyed how she quietly serviced him. She was nothing more than a sex slave now, but she was perfect for his current experiment. He smirked at the thought, knowing what she carried in her belly.

She slid her tongue along his shaft before deep-throating him once again. He told her to go down all the way, watching her go down and hold it, sputtering as before. He couldn’t resist putting his hand on her head again, enjoying the physical force. He let her up again for a moment before driving her head back down. She resisted somewhat, looking up with empty eyes as he pumped her face. She gagged, opening her mouth and allowing his cock to slide past her tonsils.

It only took a few minutes of the rough face fucking before he came. She closed her lips around his shaft, pressing down as instructed in the past. She took him all the way as he unloaded his seed into her throat. Her face turned red and tears formed in her eyes, but she didn’t resist. She was commanded to take all of his cum and there was no other option. She waited until the throbbing stopped, lifting up and swallowing the remaining fluid in her mouth.

Her swollen, engorged body jiggled with every slight movement. She was huge and sexy and he wanted to fuck her. “Come here.” She started to move, but stopped suddenly. Water released from between her legs, dampening the sheets. She looked up with a barren expression, awaiting his response. “You will not give birth yet!” He growled, taking her by the arm, bringing her to the others. “They are not ready!”

His other two concubines watched curiously as he led her in. Wendy intervened, asking how she could help. John explained the situation and directed her to retrieve the plug. She found the giant butt-plug she had worn a few weeks ago, bringing it before the engorged pregnant woman.

“She is not allowed to give birth yet.” He spoke with gestures, making sure the command would be followed. 

Wendy understood, hastily pushing the girl’s legs apart and lining up the oversized sex toy. Brittany stood complacently as she pushed the giant plug into her slippery pussy. It was too big for her, though, and it took extreme effort without fully going in. John directed Fonda to assist. The third girl was hesitant, but gave in and used her strength to force it in. Brittany lurched backward nearly letting the toy pop back out as she slumped to the floor. Wendy had a long enough reach to keep it in place, quickly connecting the straps around her thighs.

Brittany laid upon the floor, staring blankly as the other girls attached the plug firmly in place. She didn’t fight, but it must’ve hurt. She involuntarily pushed, making the plug slide slightly before coming back. It was fixed in place, keeping her offspring tucked in her swollen belly.

“I keep having the urge to push.” Her gaze was distant and disconnected. She tried again, letting out a slight groan as it remained in place.

Still aroused, John got down and poked his cock up her ass. Her head tilted back as he leaned against her belly, feeling it moving against him. He raised her legs, draping them over his shoulders as he pumped her hard. He felt an orgasm creeping closer. He looked into her vacant expression, searching for some repressed emotion as he railed her. Wendy watched them go at it, smiling as she sat on her knees.

Fonda decided to join, timidly trying to help the woman deal with her hidden pain. She leaned in and sucked her full tit, trying to help her broken mind. John laughed, squeezing Brittany’s breast to spray milk down Fonda’s throat. He raised higher, driving down against her pregnant belly. He felt the plug trying to push out, but the straps were tight. He pressed in and delivered his seed down her pussy. Fonda sat back, watching him cum, glaring at him. He stared into Brittany’s eyes as he shot the final spurts into her tight lower hole.

He let her drop to the floor, wondering if she still felt anything after he ruined her mind. He was content, but he still wanted whatever was growing in her belly to remain there. He left them to take a shower and Wendy left to prepare his breakfast. The other two were meant to clean up.

Fonda brushed her blonde hair back, looking down on the plump pregnant woman. With despair, she watched the girl’s devoid eyes look to her and then away. She was certain there was thought in there, but she just couldn’t express it. She was told not to let her give birth, so she could only comfort the man’s first pet. She reached down and touched Brittany’s clit, seeing her eyes dart to her and back.

With the hope of helping her, Fonda stroked the girl’s button, sucking her breast as she attempted to pleasure her. She could feel the wetness, but wasn’t sure if that was excitement or something else. She rubbed her for a long time, but the girl didn’t seem to react.

“It feels good, but I can’t orgasm,” Brittany spoke flatly. “It hurts too much.”
“Oh… I’m so sorry.” Fonda pulled her hand away.
“Don’t be. You tried to help.”

They both got up to return to their duties. Brittany was slow to rise, taking wide, heavy steps as she collected the sheets in the other room and prepared to change the bed. Fonda told her she could take care of it, but the broken girl didn’t stop. She was his first experiment and now she was his perfect mental slave. He didn’t like her lack of reaction though and sometimes tried to hurt her just to see if he could snap her back to reality. Fonda sighed at the thought, heading away to gather cleaning supplies.

That evening he directed them to craft a massive feast. They cooked for hours, preparing forty different dishes just for the four of them. They had used almost all of their supplies, but John always had the means to restock as needed. He came in as they worked, taking Wendy from behind as he would do at random times throughout the day. She didn’t notice or care, going about her business as best she could.

Fonda’s eyes crept over to the couple. The tall, unshaven man was pumping her dutifully, looking somewhat bored by the interaction. The shorter, slender woman was on her tip-toes, taking the strokes as she cut carrots and plopped them into a pot. Her mind was still intact, but she would always ignore what their master did to her. She didn’t seem to even acknowledge it.

Wendy noticed Fonda watching her, sending a smile her way as the man fucked her hard. She bent forward, starting on her next task without moving. Fonda noticed her stomach was larger than normal, drooping down as she stretched to reach a filled pot. She mashed potatoes, her body jerking from a sudden pain as she happily continued preparing. John also noticed the spectator.

“I opened a portal in her belly and womb. She’s filling with water.” He smirked. “She doesn’t even care.”

He pumped her, enjoying Fonda’s look of horror as she watched the girl’s belly dip lower. She had to continue cooking as she observed, hoping this madman wouldn’t do something like that to her. He drove in and growled as he came, pausing until his balls were empty. He pulled out and walked away to pursue other activities.

Wendy’s inflation continued over the next hour. Her small body spreading outward, growing tight and full as the water invaded her body. She was known for being strong, and that was the only reason she was able to keep standing. Her shoulders and hips widening to take the burden, making her body grow thick and bulky. Every movement sent a wave rolling along her skin. The added weight caused her to struggle to accomplish mundane tasks.

Fonda had to work twice as hard to get the table ready and get the food onto platters. The other two girls were slow and clumsy. Brittany had no visible emotion, but she kept speaking of how her stomach was getting in her way. Wendy was still upbeat, laughing whenever she failed to lift her arm or stumbled into furniture. Dinner was ready, though, and only Fonda understood the gravity of the situation.

Brittany led the procession, holding her platter steady as she waddled forward. Her plug pushed the straps outward as she took ungainly steps. Her belly was fairly red, swaying side to side as she walked. It was depressing to see such a cute young girl made into this broken, overburdened sex toy. Her distant expression didn’t change, but her body was clearly tired from the time on her feet. She sat the dish down, unveiling a bowl of potato soup. She managed not to spill in spite of her condition.

Next Wendy followed. Her body was larger and more evenly distributed. She looked overweight, but instead of having rolls she had tight, bulging skin. Her full legs rubbed together as she shuffled to her destination. Her long, dark brown hair trailed behind as she picked up speed. She miss-stepped and had to catch herself with one hand, giggling as she continued. She kept the platter reasonably level, placing it behind the other and showing a sirloin steak.

Finally, it was Fonda’s turn. The others watched as she came forward. She moved effortlessly compared to the others, the limited fat on her body jiggled as she moved. She was nervous that he was about to do something to her just for entertainment. She tried to hide her fear behind a smile, offering a collection of fruit tarts.

John seemed pleased, knowing carts of food awaited them after he ate his favorite dishes. He readied a fork as a dripping noise caught their attention. They looked to see a trail of water pouring from between Wendy’s legs. Most ran along her thighs, collecting on the floor as she looked at them with confusion.

Water trickled from her breasts, sliding from the nipples and down over her bloated stomach. Her smile faltered as she leaned forward. Her cheeks bulged for a second and then water spilled from her lips. She covered her mouth with her hand, stopping it for a short time before the liquid shot out once more. She removed her hand and bent forward, vomiting clear water onto the floor.

Any movement made it worse. Her lower entrances opened wider, allowing more to escape. Wendy covered her nipples, trying to limit the flow in that aspect, but that only caused them to grow larger. She looked focused before realizing that the others were still giving her full attention. She smiled with her eyes, looking entirely too pleased by the unsettling development. Standing upright, she tried to remain composed as water flowed from her many openings.

John looked disgusted. “Not on the floor! Bring her to the garden and plug her up!” He made a sharp gesture.

Fonda thought about running, to take this pitiful woman and try their best to escape, but she knew it would be certain death. So, she helped the leaking woman outside. Her filled body bounced as she lumbered forward. It was a slow, difficult process, but they made it. Wendy only made it a few steps into the grass before she slipped on the water and plopped on the ground. She slammed down upon her overfilled belly, springing up and rolling over. She came to rest on her back, laughing from the fall. It was obvious that she didn’t understand what John was doing to her.

Following instructions, Fonda collected some large, smooth rocks and inserted them. Water sprayed out as she fit a large stone into her pussy, but she finally wedged it in place. Barely any escaped around the smoothed rock. Her ass took three stones to stop the flow, but she didn’t seem to care – taking them as she asked their master about what he thought of his dinner. It was hard to understand her, though, as water continually flowed from her lips.

Being plugged up below caused it to come harder from her mouth. Fonda planted two rocks on her companions quaking breasts, squishing them outward as they wobbled. A fountain was escaping from her spout at this point. She closed her mouth, attempting to regain composure. Water filled her cheeks in an instant, causing a geyser of clear liquid to spray out. Wendy shook her head, rolling her eyes at the nuisance. She was genuinely trying to minimize the insane situation. She was stretched with copious amounts of fluid and there was only one spot left to plug.

Fonda did her duty, pushing a longer rock down the poor woman’s throat. She felt awful, standing back as Wendy struggled to breathe. The water had no place to go, making her expand much faster than before. Her arms and legs were pinned to the grass, bulging outward as water steadily filled them. Her fat ass pooled and her round chest ascended. The massive belly crept outward and upward, with visible waves sliding through it. The liquid was anxious to escape, making her body vibrate and her skin pull tight.

Fonda covered her mouth, watching in horror as the mountain of a woman shook. Wendy’s eyes showed playful irritation from the situation. Her face was turning red as she fought to take a breath, still quite aware of her surroundings. Her heavy body sprawled outward, trembling as it filled. There was a moment of near silence where only the sound of moving water could be heard from inside. She looked over to John, giving him a loving smile. Then she burst.

It was loud and violent, knocking Fonda onto her ass and coating her entirely in water. She screamed as the man beside her avoided the splatter using an unseen barrier. He laughed as Fonda scrambled away from the remainder of Wendy. He commanded her to wash up and join him for dinner.

He left her alone for a time, but he made it clear that she should hurry. She knew she couldn’t leave the mansion, but maybe she could hide. Anything to stay away from that maniac. She washed away the slimy liquid, terrified to go back. She debated it for a time, but then she heard him enter. With her opportunity gone, she followed him back to the main hall, damp and scared.

Brittany stood silently in the corner. Her huge belly shook and bulged as the beasts inside tried to escape. Her filled breasts slid along the sphere and her fat ass squished against the wall. She leaned back, physically drained, but showing no emotion. All of her attention directed to Fonda as the plug shifted between her open legs.

He directed her to sit, but something told her to run. She only took five steps before he commanded her, mentally forcing her to sit and eat like a good girl. Eat as if she hadn’t all week. Still worried, she picked up a piece of grilled salmon and gobbled it down. Next, she devoured a stuffed pepper. She wasn’t particularly fond of the dishes, but it felt like she was starving. She ate ravenously. But, unlike the others, she knew what was happening. She knew he was forcing her to suffer for his enjoyment.

She ate and ate, feeling completely full and still devouring more. It hurt, but he used some of his magic to help her increase her stomach’s capacity. It was visibly growing as she pushed far past what a normal person would eat. She slurped down a full bowl of soup and a collection of fruits. Anything that fell onto her chest was quickly wiped up and eaten. She burped and took more. Resting his chin in his hands, he watched her intently. Her eyes showed her agony, but she continued.

Her body was taking it well. She appeared pregnant now, growing even more thanks to the magic keeping her intact. Her chubby frame remained the same, but her ass seemed to expand slightly. She filled out, appearing to be a robust mother-to-be. She ate a few breadsticks, aching from the ordeal. She grunted, trying to eat sloppily and keep some of it out of her body, but she was compelled to clean herself and ingest everything she could.

“I can’t do this!” She took a big bite of venison. “I’m going to burst!”
John blinked slowly as she continued in spite of her complaints. Fonda ate ravenously, swallowing big lumps of meat even though she desperately wanted to stop. She felt full and sluggish. Glancing down, she could see her belly rested on her thighs. Sweat covered her naked body and she only paused to drink a tall glass of juice. It felt good going down, but she was out of space. She felt queasy, but nothing came up – probably due to the magic he used.

He held up a finger, commanding her to stop. She felt sudden relief wash over her, thanking him repeatedly. John stood and came around, using all of his strength to turn her to the side. He slapped her inner thighs, making her spread her legs as he went to his knees. He was hard and honestly, it seemed like a better alternative to eating anything else. He guided his cock under her belly, poking into her wet pussy with little effort.

Leaning back, John slid deeper. She moaned, squeezing his cock involuntarily. Her stomach rumbled and it felt incredibly awkward and uncomfortable to do it like this. She draped her fat arms upon his shoulders, groaning as he pumped her juicy hole. Blonde hair stuck to her shoulders and it was difficult to hide her pain. She was the only girl who could think for herself and enjoyed making her truly suffer. She immediately realized that he was being too nice to her.

John watched her tits rolling over her engorged belly. He seemed mesmerized until he looked up and leaned closer. He hugged her tightly, making Fonda groan with torment as he compressed her stuffed midsection. He pounded harder and squeezed, forcing air to escape from both ends. A small burp escaped and then she felt gas sliding lower. She tried with all her willpower to keep it in, but he was too strong and they were moving too fast. A loud, drawn-out fart slipped from her ass, making her face turn bright red with embarrassment.

She was mortified, knowing that it would surely lead to another punishment. She only prayed it wasn’t food related. The thought passed as he drove in and unloaded into her. She couldn’t enjoy it in her current state, but his shaking cock did give her some small satisfaction. She was happy that he was able to cum even after the indignity. John’s face was cold and unpredictable as he edged back and got up. Her breath caught in her throat as she awaited his next command.

“Eat whatever Brittany feeds you.” He gestured to the pregnant woman.

She lumbered to the table, taking a dove made of marzipan and forcing it into Fonda’s mouth. The malleable food squished around her lips as she chewed, but Fonda helped to make it fit. Brittany grabbed a bowl of custard as she finished, and using her hand as a funnel, she poured that into her victim. Fonda gulped it down, groaning as she swallowed. She begged to stop, but the command forced her to eat whatever the heavy woman offered. 

Fonda’s stomach tensed as she took more, roiling as food stretched it farther. She tried to act defiant, hoping that he would see her resolve and turn his attention to his other pet. She set her jaw, awaiting the next offering. She gobbled down juicy sausage links, enjoying the flavor for a brief moment. It was difficult to keep the hard expression as she looked into his unflinching gaze. She tried to focus on the flavor and the wet sensation between her legs, but they both were overshadowed by the discomfort and dread.

She felt like she might explode at any moment. Fonda couldn’t fight the tears, knowing that she might truly die like this. A smirk spread across her dominator’s face as she tried to beg with a full mouth. The edge of the table dug into her soft belly, but she barely noticed. She was much larger than any normal pregnant woman and the large supply of food kept her busy. She paused, sliding her boob aside to find the notable chunks that fell. Her mind was clear and that caused this to be even more excruciating.

Brittany shoved a boiled egg into her mouth, not waiting until she chewed to add another. She took three before she started to weep, swiping away the last egg. “No, I-I can’t… I…” She felt the control fade from her body. Whatever control she found was gone in an instant.

“You seem thirsty after all that food. Would you like a drink, Fonda?” She nodded compulsively. “All right, Brittany, give her some of your milk.”

The swollen woman peered down without agency, pressing her full breast against Fonda’s lips. She used both hands to squeeze it, sliding them lower to milk herself like a cow. She watched with idle eyes. Warm, sweet milk sprayed into her mouth. Fonda gulped it down, drinking like a newborn. She clenched her eyes, groaning as her stomach stretched to its limit. She was keenly aware that John was not going to help and she was forced to spend her last minutes attached to this broken woman.

Suckling hungrily, Fonda felt a sharp ache in her belly. The pain increased as she slurped down the milk, pressing up into the flowing mound of flesh, watching Brittany’s other boob sway freely. She pulled on the breast, feeling the liquid filling her mouth faster. She swallowed and then the pain vanished in an instant.

John watched the gluttonous girl take her final drink. With hands on her belly, Fonda groaned as something popped open inside her. Within seconds her body burst apart. The immense pressure caused a violent blast, covering Brittany in bloody water, milk, and undigested food. “It feels warm and unpleasant,” Brittany spoke in a monotone, wiping her face. “May I clean this up for you?”

Mostly spared by standing behind her, John flicked some blood from his shoulder. “Yes. It’s not like anyone else will.” He grabbed an untainted turkey leg and took a bite. “Looks like I’ll have to find more help.”

She set to work scrubbing the room, having immense difficulty moving with her encumbered belly. She took a long time to get down, but John didn’t care. He watched her struggle, enjoying her full, quaking belly. It was a wonder if she would burst from this burden or not; so far she was taking it better than expected. She scrubbed weakly, her rosy belly rubbing on the floor. His urges were returning, so he commanded her to take a shower and join him in the bedroom.

She let out a long breath as she pulled herself up using the table. She was shaking from the strain, but she managed to get up on her own. She shambled down the hall, groaning as she moved. Her expression never changing as her stomach rocked back and forth. John went to the opposite room, indulging in a short nap while she bathed.

Slow, lumbering footsteps awoke him. Brittany’s belly was even bigger and more active. The creatures inside wanted out badly, pushing her skin outward in random directions. She had to lean on the wall to avoid stumbling from the sudden movements inside. “I don’t think my body can handle this.” She spoke impassively. “They’re getting stronger and my insides hurt.”

Still quite damp from her shower, Brittany drew in long, labored breaths. She carefully let go of her support, moving closer to the bed. The plug pushed down, pulling the straps tight upon her skin. Her soft, wet skin bulged between the thin strips of leather until the plug slid back into place. She took another step as something jabbed to the side. Her skin thrust to the right and she followed, stumbling forward to hold the corner of the bed. A low growl came from her midsection.

“They are doing whatever they can to make me miserable. They want out.”
John crawled from bed, circling behind her. “Soon enough.”

He opened her warm, pliable ass, spitting before he worked his cock along her asshole. He poked in, enjoying the warmth and tightness. She jerked to the side, feeling another movement from within accompanied by a strange hiss. He grabbed a handful of her short, wet hair, yanking her head back as he jabbed his cock in too the limit. She held her breath, letting it out as he drew back and pumped again.

“They can feel my tension.” Her swollen belly pressed into the sheets. She was having trouble staying upright, only reaching the bed with her fingers. The creatures were twisting and turning in her womb and he still held her head back at an awkward angle. He wanted to see some emotion from the tortured girl, but it was truly gone. He knew he had destroyed her mind in some way and that disappointed him.

Still, her ass was tight and her fat ass jiggled pleasantly. He reached down to grab one of her full tits, squeezing it hard. Milk ran between his fingers as he kneaded it. He fucked her ass as hard as he could, watching the remaining water droplets roll off of her tight skin. He was getting close, but he decided to circle to the front. His dick popped out, leaving her ass gaping as he walked onto the bed and put it in her mouth.

Brittany gagged as she swallowed his shaft. By command, she looked up, watching him with a disconnected gaze. She retched and gagged, but made no attempt to pull away. He drove all the way in, putting his hands around her neck to feel the bulge. Wet blonde hair stuck to her forehead as she wrapped her lips around him. He pumped her face, watching her ass bounce and her belly spread beneath her. She could barely breathe, but he wasn’t about to stop.

He pushed in, balls deep, and launched cum down her throat. Her shoulders heaved, instinctually trying to fight the feeling. He stayed in place, holding her head as she drank load after load. Tears ran down her cheeks, but she never tried to fight it. She blinked quickly as the last shot went down. He slid his cock out, laughing as she gasped. Her heavy breasts wobbling as they dangled in the air. He laid down and used his foot to push her upright.

She was still breathing quickly as she wiped her eyes. A movement made her put her arm out to balance and the other on her belly. She rubbed the engorged, red belly, trying to placate the monsters inside. With his command, she was finally able to remove the plug. She unclasped the straps allowing the plug to slide lower. She took a few steps to open her legs, resting her hands on her knees as the thickest part of the plug opened her wide.

A few more bulges came and went as the creatures moved inside. Brittany stared at the floor as she let out a squeak. The huge plug plopped to the ground, covered in slimy goo. She squatted lower, her body tensing as she pushed. A small green hand slid out, clasping onto her inner thigh. Her stony expression didn’t change as she gave another push. More of the creature showed, wriggling as she passed its shoulders.

She huffed as the monster freed its other hand, pulling itself from her loins. Her lips hugged the slippery, dark-skinned imp as it moved lower. The rat-faced mongrel yelped as it hit the floor, skittering into the corner and sniffing the air. Brittany had another creature on the way. She opened her legs even wider as a furry, long-clawed paw edged out. It took repeated tries, revealing more and more of the gray-furred monster. It looked hideous, snarling as it pawed the air in a futile attempt to reach the ground. Its hindquarters popped free and the young beast skulked under the bed.

Even without her children, Brittany’s belly was still large. She appeared to be in the mid-term of pregnancy as she took hold of the bedpost, trembling from exhaustion. “I must rest. May I lay with you?”

He waved her closer, allowing the damp blonde to rest while he went to fetch his business partner. John returned with a tall, slender creature with patches of scaly skin and beady, reptilian eyes. “She is ready for something larger, yesss?”
“I told you that from the start.” John looked to his weary mental slave. “I can get more vessels in the coming week.”
“What happened to your othersss?”
John shrugged with a slight smile. “They weren’t up to the task.”

The visiting mage laughed, understanding the implication. He took a magical orb from his satchel and slipped it into Brittany’s glistening pussy. The fist-sized sphere was pulled deeper, making her jerk as it nestled in her womb. “Now you have an ogre’s ssseed inssside of you!” He gave John a wicked smile.

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He came in, shrugging off the light layer of snow that covered his jacket. He could make portals large enough to fit through, but he didn’t trust it enough to travel through one yet. Passing by a few other workers, he found his boss checking through some paperwork in her office. He was late, but she didn’t seem to notice as he clocked in around the corner.
 
He let out a subdued sigh when he heard the sound of heels tapping on the tile floor. Shit. He turned to see his boss staring daggers at him. “We need to talk, Mr. Fischer.”
 
The woman wore a perfectly white, long-sleeved blouse with an eye-catching yellow tie. The tie was only partially visible behind a formal red vest with two rows of buttons spaced evenly down the front. The matching skirt was open over her right leg, allowing her movement in the tight-fitting attire. Black nylon stockings accentuated her slender legs, giving her an air of elegance. The clothing store only had a handful of locations in the area and she owned them all.
 
She brought him to a secluded area of the stockroom before chiding him. “This is your final warning, Elliot. You need to be more reliable.”
“I know, I’m sorry.”
Her austere blue eyes narrowed. “You said that before. I think you’re a good employee, but that is irrelevant if you don’t show up. Think of how it would look on your resume. If you can’t handle this job then I could give you a later shift working at the customer service desk.”
He knew that was considered the worst job at the store. “No, it’s fine. I’ll make it on time. Promise.”
 
“Very good.” She spoke with a sharp nod. “Now, today I have a special project for you. You will be doing the yearly audit.” She walked, making sure he followed along, leading him downstairs. “You are in charge of going through those papers and matching them to the items in our inventory. At the end, you’ll go back through and make note of any items that weren’t inventoried. It will take a few days, but consider this your penance.” She explained a few more details before leaving him to begin work on the stack.
 
It only took about 20 minutes before boredom set in. The secluded basement office was claustrophobic and cluttered, complete with an ancient computer that barely functioned. His progress halted until he heard his boss’s heels clicking down the steps. She checked in, asking if he had any questions. It was a thinly-veiled attempt to make sure he was still being productive, but he knew how to fake it. She left, vowing to return to check on his progress.
 
He resumed typing SKU numbers, but soon his mind wandered again. He took out the portal creator and drew a large opening on the wall. No one would be bothering him other than his boss, and soon she wouldn’t be checking either. He made a couple of portals to the utility sink in the other section of the basement. He discovered that the portals could move along with the subject if you thought about it while creating them. He waited for Angela to exit her office and start down the stairs. Using the other portals, Elliot turned on the water. He smiled, knowing where it was going.
 
His boss stopped abruptly, looking subtly concerned as she backtracked and headed to the bathroom. He stopped the flow as she did her business. He wasn’t into watching girls pee, but it was very odd to see the professional woman letting out a couple of farts as water trickled into the toilet. He returned to work until she finished, noticing that she was headed to the stairs again. He repeated the process, directing the water into her ass.
 
Angela leaned on the railing, pushing forward in spite of the strange sensation. In response, Elliot cranked the nozzle, allowing a much higher flow to push into the woman. Angela pursed her lips as she closed her legs. She gripped the rail tightly, coming to a stop at the foot of the stairs. She was close. He was prepared to remove the portals, but she finally gave up and trotted back upstairs.
 
She visited the bathroom once again. After stopping the flow he did a little more work. It’s not so bad with a little bit of a distraction. Elliot grinned. Angela went back to her office, staring at her desk with worried eyes. She took a phone call and after a few minutes, she seemed noticeably more relaxed. Half an hour slipped by before she got the courage to head for the door again.
 
Responding as soon as she stepped out of her office, Elliot opened the valve entirely. Water blasted into her ass, making Angela whimper and lean heavily upon the wall. Her blouse came partially untucked as she sank lower, completely overcome by agony. She clumsily moved back inside and pushed the door closed. He let it run for a while longer as she slid onto the floor.
 
No one had noticed, but she was nervous that someone would find her. She moved in front of the door, unbuttoning her vest and pulling her shirt up. She gasped, noticing how tight and full her belly looked. Pressing it with her finger, she groaned as the water shifted inside. He was enjoying the scene. Thinking back to all the times she berated him over simple mistakes. He decided to give her a little more.
 
Angela squirmed as he directed more liquid into her ass. He loved watching his bitch of a boss suffering as she sat on the floor. She spread her long legs, unfastening her skirt in a vain attempt to relieve some pressure. The tight bun of black hair was coming loose and her expression showed that she was bewildered by the situation. Her large chest seemed normal next to the growing belly that peeked from beneath her clothing. She dug her fingers into the cheap carpet, scrunching her cute nose as she gasped quickly.
 
Elliot couldn’t resist touching himself. Seeing the businesswoman suffer was arousing him more than expected. She put her head against the door, groaning softly as the unknown sensation coursed through her body. He knew better than to repeat the mistake he made with Cybil, so he slid his cock out and stroked it the old fashioned way.
 
He suddenly realized how big she had gotten while he was distracted. Her stomach looked 9-months pregnant and the other areas of her slender figure had grown too. Her sleeves were pulled tight around her arms and patches of her rosy skin peeked from large tears that ran along in her stockings. Her chest was nearly bursting through the vest and her butt was now clearly defined beneath her stretching dress. Her midsection was pushing her clothes open, starting to slide outward as her tight skin felt the pull of gravity.
 
Angela was teary-eyed and quietly pleading for help. Elliot decided she’d had enough and turned off the water. Her concerned eyes searched the room before she flopped onto her side. Buttons shot along the floor as her vest opened. Her skirt met a similar end. She quivered as she crawled to her feet with the help of nearby furniture. She was struggling to keep the water in, so he decided to help.
 
Elliot closed the other portals and made a new one on the underside of the desk. He knew it was wrong, but he really didn’t care that much about her. He poked the tip of his cock into her slippery ass, moving very slowly so she didn’t leak. He leaned back in the chair, putting it in about halfway. The dampness and warmth felt amazing.
 
His boss gasped and stumbled. She was in shambles, her tight clothes tore as she moved and her exposed belly pulled her forward. The tall, regal woman was at her wit’s end, shaking her head as she looked down upon her expanding body. She glanced around the room, searching for some way out of this terrible situation.
 
It was difficult not to move his hips, partially submerged in her tightly clenched asshole, but he didn’t want her to spring a leak. He edged in a little more, watching her face scrunch in discomfort. She reached below her stomach and put both hands against her crotch. She pressed hard through her dress, trying to alleviate foreign feelings in her body. Angela stopped her search, transfixed on a small waste bin by her desk. She shuffled to it and slid her dress and undergarments down. With her firm ass exposed, she partially squatted and pushed.
 
Instead of releasing the large amount of collected water she only caused his cock to go in farther. Elliot was paralyzed by pleasure, moaning as his cock slid in without effort. He pushed up involuntarily, driven by his primal urge to go deeper. She put a hand on her distended belly, hearing it churn as he drove into the hilt. She dropped the basket as she leaned upon her knees, unable to stop the unseen penetration. She let out a sad squeak and clenched her fist.
 
It felt too good to turn back. The climax was approaching. Elliot barely moved, wiggling for only a few seconds before he blew his load. Cum pumped up her ass as she tried to endure the unwelcome sensation. She whimpered, totally lost as to why she felt so full and bloated. Angela pleaded again, hoping for the unseen force to grant her mercy.
 
He decided to end her suffering. He made another portal on a notebook linked to an empty bathroom stall. With a quick maneuver, he pulled his cock out and pressed the book against her ass. He giggled as she gasped, trying desperately not to soil her carpet. She held it for a short time, showing more resolve than he expected. Her pointed face showed many emotions, but utter humiliation came when she knew she couldn’t reach the bathroom in time. She sank low and let it go.
 
Her mouth formed an O, her eyelids fluttered, and she felt sweet release. She was expecting to make a mess, but the portal directed it into the toilet. Loud awkward farts accompanied blasts of water. Her searching expression meant that she was oblivious to the release – to her it was just a massive cramp that was passing. At least that’s what Elliot hoped. I can’t believe I just did that.
 
She grunted and pushed. Torrents of water splashed from her formed ass. He spent more time watching her face, enjoying her agony as she forced out more and more of the water. She was exhausted as time passed. Her bra showing through her open blouse as she let out the last of the fluid. I just fucked my boss! She really is a tight ass! He laughed at his joke. How did I get by on porn for so long?
 
He left his boss with torn clothing for the rest of the day. She didn’t leave her office to bother him again and he was able to accomplish a sizeable chunk of the audit. The store closed and the cleaning crew finished up. They didn’t realize Elliot was still in the basement, flipping the lights off as they headed out. Angela peeked through the door to let them know she would be staying late. Now they were the only two people there.
 
He closed the portals and hurried upstairs. Angela was on her way to the door when he found her, turning to him like a scared animal. The prim and proper woman looked disheveled and tired. Some buttons were missing on her blouse, showing a notable amount of skin. Her dress was also showing a generous amount of her slender thigh. She walked barefoot, losing some of her intimidating height.
 
She stammered as she tried to explain her appearance. “I… uh… It was…”
“What happened? Are you okay?” Elliot approached, catching a glimpse of her exposed white bra.
“Yes, yes, I just had a terrible bout of food poisoning. I will be okay.” She turned away. “I just ask that you keep this between us.”
“Oh, of course!” He tried to act concerned. “Can I help?”
“No, I will be okay.”
 
She walked as he followed, her heavy footsteps showed that she didn’t want to linger. The ripped stockings opened more and more as she shuffled ahead. Her ass caught his attention too, bouncing almost freely without the restrictions of her tight skirt. She grabbed her long coat, hastily covering most of her body. Only her ripping nylons betrayed the results of the day. Elliot put his coat on too, seeing Angela watching him from his periphery.
 
“I got about six pages done. Only about twenty more to go.” He gave a submissive glance.
She adjusted her scarf and put on her fuzzy boots. “You don’t have to finish. Tomorrow, if you can show up on time, I’ll have another project for you.” His concern prompted her to continue. “It will be much better, I promise.” They stepped out into the chilly darkness. “Goodnight, Mr. Fischer.”
 
He left her as she locked the door, walking along the lightly dusted sidewalk. A wintry mix came down, feeling closer to rain than snow. He found his earbuds and bundled up, enjoying the beauty of the late autumn scene. He thought about what he had done, hoping he hadn’t caused Cybil and Angela any lasting harm. They had no idea what had happened, but they seemed to place their own explanation on the events. I guess it did get me into a better standing with my boss. I just have to be careful that I don’t do anything stupid… and it doesn’t get back to me.
 
He came home to see Emery and his mother watching television. He could smell dinner cooking, so he went upstairs to find Kendra. He knocked on her door. There was silence before quick footsteps approached. Kendra opened the door just enough to peek through. He could see her bare shoulder from the darkness.
 
“What?”
“Can I come in?”
“Not now.”
He couldn’t see anything, but he knew she was hiding something. “I have to tell you-“
“Not now!” She closed the door and locked it.
 
Heading to his room, Elliot opened a portal to satiate his curiosity. He couldn’t see much, but he heard a lot. His sister was moaning softly as skin slapped together. A subtle, wet noise also caught his attention. He found it quite hilarious, but he wanted to know who she was riding. He opened another portal, turning the bedside lamp on.
 
Kendra’s plump, sweating body was sitting atop her supposed ex-boyfriend Andrew. She froze in place as they both looked at the lamp, blinking as their eyes adjusted. She leaned forward, covering his face with her squishy breasts as she reached for the light. She turned it off and Elliot turned it right back on. She watched it for a moment, figuring out what was happening.
 
“It’s a piece of shit!” She cocked her head angrily. “Whatever, just fuck me.”
 
Andrew cupped her pierced breasts as she leaned back, his cock buried in her now hairless pussy. Her bulky body bounced as she worked her hips. Her pierced lip opening into a seductive moan. She looked around for a moment before turning to her lover and asking to change positions. She flipped over, going on her hands and knees as Andrew got into position.
 
He started to go in but she pulled away. “You gotta use some lube if you’re going in my ass.”
“Do you have some?”
She moved back, pointing her wide ass toward him. “Just use some spit.” He did as she asked, letting some drop onto her parted ass, spreading it around with his cock. He lined up and poked inside.
 
Elliot had to make another portal for a better view. He watched his sister’s face. She showed her teeth as her accented eyes clenched shut. She raised higher, breathing quickly. Her massive tits swayed as she suffered through the insertion. Through the portal above, Elliot could see his cock was nearly in entirely.
 
“Okay, move a little, but don’t take it out.” Kendra sank lower, resting on her elbows as he softly pumped her asshole. Her huge boobs showed from behind her arms, jiggling as they pressed into the covers. She showed a little discomfort, but soon she appeared to be enjoying it. He was moving normally after a moment. She reached between her legs to finger herself, moaning as he fucked her. She was breathing faster, becoming lost in pleasure when he moved at an odd angle, making her yelp. She slid lower as he followed, he was still in, but she had to take time to recover.
 
“Trying to make a new hole back there?”
“Sorry, it just felt so good.”
 
Andrew shifted lower, fully pounding her jiggling ass. Kendra appreciated the feeling now, rubbing herself as he used her big butt. Her green hair swaying as he did her from behind. It was an amazing view from this portal, seeing her open eyes staring ahead – it was like she expected him to be watching.
 
Elliot saw no harm in watching. He opened his pants, peeling his boxers away from his cock, recalling where it had been before. He grabbed a wipe and cleaned himself liberally before returning to the show. They were still at it, but he could see both of them were close.
 
Andrew grabbed her love handles, pumping her hard and fast. She moaned, pursing her lips as she worked her clit fervently from below. He was fucking her hard as the tension built in her body. She held her breath, pushing to orgasm. She was just about there when he grunted, shooting into her ass without warning. She was trying desperately to finish, but her eyes opened and suddenly the passion was fading. She sneered as he emptied into her rump.
 
“I was so goddamned close.”
“Sorry – just give me a second.”
“Ride my ass,” she spoke seductively. She went flat on her stomach, resting on her arms and smirking as she waited.
 
Andrew worked his semi-rigid cock back into her ass. He rode her unevenly, having trouble finding a rhythm. Kendra looked ahead, almost staring through the portal as she playfully mouthed the words – help me. She was indifferent now, not even trying to touch herself.
 
He debated for a time, knowing what he really wanted to do. Elliot had to stop his urge, choosing instead to help her with his fingers. He opened another portal, sliding two fingers into his sister’s wet pussy. It clamped down tight as she reached down to assist him. He used one hand to finger Kendra and another to stroke himself. She was working her clit as she took something in both holes.
 
Andrew raised up, driving in harder. “God, it got so tight!”
“Yeah, don’t want to let it go!” She giggled. “Looks like you’re going for round two.”
“You love it when I take your ass, don’t you?” He put a hand on her back, pressing her into the mattress.
“Uh-huh.” She loved it. “Fuck me harder.” Andrew and Elliot both moved faster, making her moan loudly.
 
While he working his cock, Elliot found her g-spot. She went wild as he touched the smooth area. Kendra was mashed into the blanket, gasping as Andrew pumped her ass. She was just about to cum when a knock came on her door. They all froze for a moment, hearing their mother call through the door saying dinner was ready.
 
“Be right… down…” Kendra stammered.
 
Her pussy clenched and released. She came despite the interruption. Andrew resumed pounding her ass as her eyes rolled back. He only wanted to get his, but she was still feeling the aftershocks. They didn’t seem to care that the lady of the house was in the hallway. Elliot was so close, but he remembered that he hadn’t locked his door. He quickly closed the portals and tucked his cock back into his pants.
 
His mother knocked as she peeked in. “Dinner is done.” She gave him a slight smirk, guessing what he was up to. She mentioned some chores that needed to be done after supper and she left.
 
He pulled his cock out just as the door opened again, this time Kendra barged in. She wore a loose-fitting t-shirt that barely covered her waist. To his surprise, he could see she wasn’t wearing underwear. He hid himself again, scowling at his sister.
She giggled as she locked the door and trotted closer. “Couldn’t quite finish, huh?”
“Kendra, just go away.”
“Oh, don’t want some help?” She stroked his cock through his pants. “This certainly helped me.”
“Gross! I just used my fingers.”
She hesitated. “Well, then you’re better with those than I expected!” She opened his jeans. “I can still help, though.”
Elliot pulled away. “Just go with your boyfriend.”
She rolled her eyes. “He’s my ex. Just because we fucked again doesn’t mean we’re back together.” He started to question her logic when she snatched the portal rod from his desk. “If you don’t want my help then maybe we can find someone else. Maybe Cybil needs you again!”
“Kendra… Don’t be weird. Just let me finish alone.”
“You’re no fun.” She stepped back with a stand-offish sigh. “You have this wonderful toy and you’re not even being creative!”
 
She thought for a moment before lifting her shirt and tracing around her pussy. Suddenly her shaven mound was replaced with a small tuft of light brown hair. Kendra was delighted as she stepped to the side, testing to see how the portal followed her movements. She reached down and touched it gently, looking to him as she caressed the connected pussy.
 
“Whose is that?”
“What does it matter? It’s nobody you know. Now you don’t have to feel weird if we do it.”
“Can you actually feel through that?”
“No, it’s just kind of hot.” She closed the portal after seeing he wasn’t interested, placing the pen on the desk.
She was about to continue when he cut in. “I put it in my boss’ butt today.”
“Wait, what?” She sat on the bed, leaning in with interest. “Is she hot?”
“Yeah, I guess. I kind of filled her too. Not in that way- well, yes in that way, but also with water.”
“You put water up her…”
“I gave her an enema.” He turned red with embarrassment. “I wanted to make her uncomfortable.”
“Shit, that’s awesome!” She lit up. “You’re more creative than I guessed!” She gave him an awkward fist bump. “Maybe you don’t need my help after all.”
“Uh-huh.” He sassed. “I’m sure Andrew misses you.”
She scowled. “I sent him away after I got mine.” A smile reappeared as she reached out and stroked his leg. He pulled away, so she got up and spun around, sitting on his lap. Her bare, sexy ass rubbing against his jeans. “Last chance to get a little help from your big sister!”
 
He pushed her off, stealing a glance of her privates as she gave him a look of annoyance. “Who will even know what we do. I’m not trying to have a kid with you. I just want to have some fun and do something adventurous!” She grinned mischievously. “You’ve already been in me-“
“Kendra, stop! I mean it. It’s fucking wrong and I don’t want to do it with you.”
“Okay, okay.” She held up her hands submissively. “Don’t get so pissy.” She marched to the door, her ass bouncing with each step. Her playfulness had vanished. “Can you just stop by my room and remove the Paris portal? I love it, but I doubt I can convince Mom or Emery that it was a digital video frame if they come in.”
“Can we not fight about this?”
 
She took a moment, deciding if she should be upset by the comment. “Fine. You can keep watching me if you want.” She shook her ass and spanked a cheek. “But remember that you said no to this!” She laughed, checking carefully before scurrying down the hall.
 
He resumed his sinful duty, thinking about her soft body pressing against his. Her vagina opening around his cock as he pushed in and out. How she would moan and grip him tightly. It was easy to imagine because she was so close to riding him before he pushed her away. Only a few layers of fabric kept him from fucking her. He felt somewhat ashamed, but he hadn’t truly gone down that path. He thought about her looking into his eyes, her sexy smile, watching as he pumped her full of cum.
 
Elliot was too close to stop, feeling the pressure build as he stroked it. Cum launched onto his pants as he heard footsteps in the hall. He awkwardly tucked his throbbing cock back into his pants as a knock came. Emery peeked in.
 
“Mom said to tell you and Kendra to get your asses down there and eat.”
“Yeah… yeah. I’m coming…”
She didn’t notice his soiled jeans as she closed the door. He changed clothes and grabbed the portal pen. I guess the takeaway from this is that I need to keep my door locked.

Allies

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Many hours had slipped by since the gnome went for help. Vivian was right: horny young men flocked to them and they mostly ignored one another, getting into lines to have their way with their preference of the two burdened women. They knew they could strike them down, but it wasn’t worth the risk of open combat between the remainders. It was an oddly peaceful gathering for the time being.
 
They had served many, taking enough deposits to make their bodies swell even larger. Both Kaylin and Vivian were trapped beneath fleshy mounds. Both had pillowy breasts larger than a gnome and stomachs more swollen than a full-grown Tauren.
 
Something approached in the sky, causing some of the men to turn with confusion. They watched as it drew closer, and once they understood its scope, the men started dispersing. More and more took flight, but some remained, either too foolish or too lustful to flee. A Vrykul woman rode in upon a Proto-Dragon, landing with a heavy thud a short distance away. The beast was massive, causing the ground to rumble as it walked the final distance.
 
The Night-Elf upon her paused, his dark purple cock pulling free as he turned to gaze at the approaching monster. A brilliant flash of light launched him a good distance away and Vivian laughed as he lay lifeless upon the grass. “Did you notice he had three turns?”
“Aren’t you the least bit concerned?”
“I can’t really do much, can I?”
 
Kaylin sighed, knowing she should return the favor. She blasted the Orc that was enveloped in the immobile Blood-Elf woman. He flew back, lying limp in the grass. Vivian gave her a sly nod of appreciation for ridding her of the assailant. They both turned their focus back to the beast waiting just out of range. The Vrykul woman hopped down, barely half the size of the red, partially armored dragon. She put a hand on its neck, watching the girls.
 
To their amazement, the undead woman from before flew down and joined the giant warrior woman. They spoke for a time before the larger woman nodded, accepting a filled pouch in exchange for a smaller item before walking away. Grenda watched them from a safe distance as the Proto-Dragon slinked forward. Both Kaylin and Vivian blasted the monster, but it seemed unaffected by the attacks.
 
“This dragon is special and I have full control over it now. I want to have a little more fun before I end you.” Grenda spoke loudly.
 
The red Proto-Dragon skulked ahead, flaring its wings as it displayed a growing cock. The fleshy protrusion was lighter and wet, hanging proudly between its legs. The dragon used its mouth carefully, grabbing Vivian’s leg lightly and tugging the overfilled Blood-Elf closer. She was on her back, struggling as the beasts edged in and poked the tip of the shaft against her loins. It slid high, jabbing into her belly a few times before it hit the mark, gliding into her used pussy.
 
The feisty Blood-Elf shrieked as the enormous shaft pushed inside her. Each small thrust by the dragon allowed more of the cock to slide deeper. A bulge formed in her expanded belly, vanishing for a moment before reappearing. Her swollen body bounced and wobbled as the dragon mounted her, thrusting its hips wildly. It growled to stifle her yells, snapping in the air to quiet her completely. It edged forward and rested upon her belly, enveloping her beneath the broad wings.
 
“It can’t possibly… Uuugh…” Vivian groaned.
 
She could feel her lower lips stretching around the gargantuan shaft. She opened wider and wider, intense pain spreading through her lower body. She was handling it, though, and the ache was somewhat manageable. Her broad, inflated body rolled as the dragon pumped, feeding it’s meat into her stretched entrance.
 
The inflated blood elf’s anger had turned to despair as she clenched her eyes. Her long, slender ears waving as the monster fucked her. The dragon’s cock was hidden between her legs, fully submerged in her loins. She was able to take it, but she certainly felt every inch. The beast was humping her faster, pulling out only to drive back in.
 
The dragon reared up and flared its wings. Vivian was full with a notable bulge in her belly from the beast’s cock. It lifted her on its pole, raising her ass higher as it jumped ahead. With a loud, wet sound the Proto-Dragon slammed into her raised hips, crumpling her beneath its weight. Her shoulders were pressed into the ground as it took a few final slams. The monster roared, blasting cum visibly into her stomach.
 
Her belly bulged outward from the blast. Cum rolled from the tip and collected in her body, spreading her already inflated midsection even wider. She was huge. Each pulse made her body swell, collecting in every area it could. Her tits were heavy and hanging to the sides. Her ass was flowing and nearly touching the ground. Even her arms and legs grew thick as the seed pushed the magical weight to any open space in her body.
 
Cum shot from her lips, coating her face and chest in a sea of sticky white fluid. The dragon let her down roughly, her massive body flopping into the grass. The dragon shuffled back, unplugging her gaping hole. Vivian’s entrance leaked, but most of the cum stayed inside. Her weight rolled as she settled, the momentum taking a long time to stop completely. Vivian looked ridiculously large, her thick arms and legs lying limp as she stared distantly to the heavens, her tongue showing as she breathed heavily.
 
The dragon turned its gaze to Kaylin, snorting as its still erect cock twitched expectantly. It started toward her before something above caught its eye. The gnome from before dismounted midair, charging the undead priest as soon as he landed. She sent him running, but he was able to close the distance again. They fought, playing a game of cat and mouse as the priest tried to drain his life before he could end her.
 
The dragon watched for a time, looking back to Kaylin occasionally. He seemed very conflicted if he should assist or not. It gave the impression that he wasn’t fully controlled by the undead woman after all. The monster finally decided to end the battle, lunging beside them and snapping the gnome between his teeth and launching him aside. He smacked into the tree where Vivian had lain, lying on the ground in pain.
 
Turning back to his supposed master, the dragon blasted blue fire onto Grenda, ending her within seconds. Without distraction, the winged beast stomped back to its original prey. His cock still engorged and ready to find a tight sheathe. The gnome caught her attention, struggling to retrieve something from his pocket.
 
“I told you I would… take this and… wish to end the curse…” His hand fell lifeless, the silver badge slipping from his grasp.
 
Kaylin was too far away, but with the motivation of the approaching dragon, she was able to roll over clumsily. Her full, flowing body continued, bringing her around and around. Her beefy ass slowed the turn, but her heavy chest and belly pulled her over one final time. She was barely able to snatch the item before coming to rest on her side.
 
“I wish to be rid of this awful curse!” She bared teeth as she felt her body constricting. Fluid suddenly flowed from her orifices, emptying her body and making it return to somewhat normal proportions. The change took a few moments, causing the dragon to pause as it observed. She was unable to function as she deflated, but once it was over she could move again. She was saturated with the slippery substances. Her body felt unusually light and powerful, but she quickly realized that she was unarmed next to a hostile dragon.
 
She went onto her hands and knees, attempting to stand. A massive claw kept her from rising and the shadow enveloped her. She turned back with fright to see the monster shifting ahead, pointing his cock directly for her presented entrance. She silently wished to endure this creature as the cock began opening her up. Her pussy ached as the giant shaft drove in. Sliding deeper as the dragon covered her with its enormous body. She grunted, taking handfuls of grass as more slipped in.
 
Her slender, toned body was bulging as the pointed cock plunged into her belly. She looked down, disconnected as her body somehow accepted the monster cock. She tensed, letting out a long groan as she took even more. It seemed unending, but she could finally feel the beast’s scales rubbing on her lower thighs. She knew he was almost in completely. It put a wing upon her back, pressing her shoulders down and her ass slightly higher. This caused the cock to go in all the way.
 
The small blonde girl lay in shock as her pussy wrapped around the dragon’s wet cock. She could see her legs opened wide and her belly touching the ground. The cock was ruining her beautiful body, but she was powerless to stop it. She watched the bulge recede before appearing again. The giant dick her midsection moving in and out as the monster fucked her silly.
 
“Toss me the badge. Let me change back and I can go get help!” The blood-elf pleaded, holding out her thick arm. “Human! Kaylin!”
Shaking away the delirium, Kaylin took the silver object, staring at it as she bounced forward on the cock. Her entire body molded around the organ. “I wish this would end!”
 
As soon as she spoke the phrase, she clamped internally. Somehow her insides pulled tighter on the giant cock, squeezing hard enough to excite the beast. It let out a low roar and raised its wings, pushing ahead with all of its might. The dick showed in her belly as a bubble of cum formed. It pulled her skin down, collecting upon the ground beneath her. Her stomach swelled, the large blobs of cum flowing visibly from the tip before pooling below.
 
Kaylin was in agony, but she got her wish. She grabbed another handful of soil and clenched her teary blue eyes shut. She was drooling as the cum filled her small body, making her raise higher from the sheer mass. She pressed upward against the dragon, forcing her belly to grow outward instead. The pulses of seed slowed, but the monster kept going. The big cock let out a final blast, twitching violently before pulling out.
 
A breeze tickled her cavernous vagina, making her leak a little as she rolled back and onto her knees. Kaylin recovered, slowly sitting upright. The dragon ran off and took flight, having satisfied its urges. Both women were silent as they inspected their cum-filled bodies.
 
“Are you just going to leave me like this?” Vivian put her head back with a pained moan.
 
Kaylin clumsily arose, stumbling over to the badge. She bent down, offering a delightful view of her perfect ass. Her belly showed prominently even from behind and it caused her great anguish to move. She brought the magical item to the blood-elf and planted it in her chubby fingers.
 
Vivian spoke the phrase, but nothing changed. “What?!” She showed instant panic.
“Maybe only I can use it as a friend of the Argent Cru-“
“Then do it!” There was a tense silence as Vivian’s sizable chest subtly moved. She was completely at Kaylin’s mercy and she knew it.
“How do I know you won’t try to kill me when I change you back?”
“After all of this you think I would turn on you?” She laughed nervously. “I understand your concern, but please don’t leave me like this.”
 
Kaylin gave a long, calculating look at the rounded blood-elf. Her long red hair hung as she turned her head. She was trapped beneath a mountain of flesh. With breasts the size of cannonballs and an ass just a little bigger. Her stomach flowed in all directions, somehow remaining springy in spite of its height. Heavy limbs lay planted in the grass as her bright green eyes pleading for mercy.
 
“I wish for Vivian to have the curse lifted.”
 
The silver badge glowed for a moment before vanishing without a trace. Vivian howled as cum splashed from her lower entrances. She kicked her legs as her body shrank, the ordeal appearing painful as her pudgy body emptied violently. Vivian bucked. Her arms slapping the ground as her bountiful tits crawled higher and lost their weight. Her ass tightened as her thighs returned to normal. Her belly diminished, compressing as the deposited fluids erupted into the grass.
 
She was huffing as she pushed a few more waves from her ass. Vivian relaxed, lying motionless as she lazily looked to her savior. “Thank you.”
Drained, Kaylin dropped down and lay next to the woman. “What now?”
“After all of that? I don’t know. I wasn’t going to attack you, though.”
“Sorry to be mistrusting.” She absentmindedly patted the elf’s arm.
 
Vivian gave a tired smile as she reached over and patted the human’s side. She shifted closer and moved her hand lower, placing it against her warm mound. She walked her delicate fingers down and rubbed her companion’s button. Kaylin didn’t say a word as she looked up toward the sky. She decided to repay the favor, exploring the red bush with a gentle touch. Both women slipped a finger in, working the open holes with a more refined caress.
 
They touched one another, moaning softly as their enjoyment intensified. Squirming in the grass, both women were tired and sore, but in desperate need of gratification. They grew closer to climax. Their wet holes making audible noise as their scent filled the air. Both girls grew tense, edging closer and closer until finally… they came together. Their loud moans rang out across the field. They quivered with delight, smiling broadly as they moved their hands higher and embraced one another. Vivian and Kaylin relaxed in one another’s arms, too weary to contemplate their situation. After a long nap, they arose to a cacophony of sounds. A large group of Argent Crusade members stood around them, watching silently as they awoke.
 
The gnome that saved them stood front and center. “It’s over.”
“Sorry I didn’t bring you back sooner.” Kaylin still felt weary.
“It’s fine, we’re glad we could help!”
Vivian sprang up, looking to where Grenda had fallen. “Where is the priest?”
“We brought her back too, but we made sure she won’t do this again.”

Those moronic crusaders. Grenda laughed silently. They helped mend my body and didn’t even realize I was involved. I suppose I’m very lucky to get away without consequence. She opened and closed her jaw, thankful that it fit properly. Her skin was completely intact now and only a greenish hue signified her as undead. Her hair was thicker and her body seemed fuller. I’m not sure how they did this, but I look and feel almost alive again! She felt her breast through her robe, delighted at its weight.
 
She was pondering her situation in a secluded section of the fjord when she heard someone dismount. A human paladin put out his hand as he ran closer. The holy shock caused her to stumble. She prepared to fight when another paladin dropped in behind her. She had won with worse odds, but she grew even more confident as two blood-elves came in beside her.
 
“Still want to fight, mongrels?” She condescendingly to the human.
“It won’t be a fight.” The instigating man spoke.
“We’re not here to help you, betrayer.” The female blood-elf spat. “You use sacred magic for such an abhorrent display.”
“The Argent Crusade sends its regards.”
 
Her supposed allies spammed flash heal upon her as the others blasted her with holy spells. Grenda felt the effects immediately. Her skin tightened as it grew, pressing outward against her priestly robes. She glared angrily as she attacked the man ahead. He took the hits without much concern. He was far more experienced and able to out-heal her damage. She gave up, realizing the man behind her was also out of her league.
 
She balled her fists as the clothes constricted her curvy body. Grenda growled as she took the penance. Her robe pulled to its limit and began to tear, ripping up her legs and around her chest. She had a wider stance as her hips swelled. Her bosoms expanded similarly, pushing her decorated white robe open until they spilled forth. She turned, searching for any hope with glowing eyes, but there was no escape.
 
Her stomach tightened and grumbled before it puffed out. Her midsection ballooned in all directions, pulling low and forcing her to rest her hands upon her knees. The movement caused her cushy shoulders to pop through her garment. Brilliant flashes of holy light enveloped her, soothing the pain of the expansion. She was growing chubby and the weight coaxed her lower. The expanding belly opened the robes more until the tears met around her crotch. The robe split open, displaying her soft, springy body. Other than the off-color, she looked youthful and enticing. Hair fell around her face as she hung her head in defeat, hoping they would have mercy on her.
 
“What you did is unforgivable and there is only one way this ends.” The main paladin stepped closer, slapping her swollen belly. “Take the punishment with dignity.”
 
The female blood-elf paused to spank her bouncy ass. She laughed and hit again with the flat of her sword. Grenda stumbled, trying to subdue the pain. She hit again, delighted by the woman’s submission. They shared a laugh as they returned to casting. Grenda hated them.
 
She cast fear, attempting to flee as the humans ran, but the weight made her slow and ungainly. The blood-elves followed her casually, spamming heals as they downed potions. She didn’t go far. Tumbling into the grass, she lay exhausted. Her heavy breasts stacked and her stomach flattened on the grass. Her bulky thighs pressed together and her big ass kept her from rolling forward. She rested on her expanding arms, feeling her elbow digging into the soft soil. Her legs were becoming too heavy to move, threatening to tip her if they shifted too far.
 
Grenda looked down, feeling her chin touching her inflated chest. She wasn’t at risk for tipping now, as her belly and ass gave her wide supports. She moved her arm slightly, repenting for her misdeeds. No one spoke this time and she knew they intended to go all the way. She closed her eyes, knowing that any spell could be the one that ripped open her smooth skin. They fixed my body just to break it. Cruel, but effective.
 
They stopped abruptly. She opened her eyes to see the two paladins she had tormented. Both girls wearing peasant clothing, staring with utter resentment. They called spells, striking her with holy light as the others spectated. Grenda bared her teeth, feeling immense pressure building from within. Her skin stretched, feeling warm for the first time since she was alive. Her whole body quivered as she failed to move.
 
Maybe this can kill me. The thought jumped into her mind. They have powers beyond my comprehension. Maybe I went too far this time. She looked massive, lying on her side with her humongous tits rolling over one another, sprawling over the thick green grass. Her belly was as big as the others had been. One might think she was carrying a Tauren or two in there. She rested her thick arm on the rounded mass, touching it with reverence. How am I still intact?
 
Her broad ass spread behind her, squishing together as it pressed into the ground. Her limbs were heavy and bulky, growing in proportion to her expansive body. Her stomach grumbled. They paused and everyone helped roll the inflated woman onto her back. She plopped backward, her fleshy belly raised high above. Her tits slid to the sides, moving like weights trapped beneath her skin.
 
They all moved away, preparing for what came next. All of the blood-elves synced to cast a long heal. She knew this was the end. Her illuminated eyes showed fear as she waited. The heals caused her body to expand forcefully. Her smooth skin ripped apart opening her belly like a firework. Pieces of her launched far into the distance. A large ring of soaked grass was all that remained to show her demise. Everything else had blasted away.
 
Vivian wiped her clothing. “Good riddance.”

I wonder if my auctions sold. The moderately skilled Dwarf paladin thumbed through the letters. Kind of disappointing… What’s this? She found a heavy package containing a stone tablet. Make a wish? This must be a prank! She searched around with a smile. “I wish I had one hundred gold!” It vanished, leaving her even more confused.
 
She read another letter when she felt something strange in her belly. She heard something and felt another movement inside her abdomen. She stuffed the mail back into the box and walked to her guildmate in the center of Ironforge. She was feeling very uncomfortable now, feeling heavier as she moved.
 
“Mairu, is something wrong? What’cha walking like that for?”
“I don’t know. I just had this little thing and I made a wish… Ugh… I think I feel coins moving in my belly!”
Her friend raised an eyebrow, pausing to understand. “You have money in you?”
Mairu slumped, grimacing as an audible clank came from within. “I wished for a hundred gold. You have to help me!”
“I think Kaylin was dealing with something like this. Maybe we should find her.”
“No!” Mairu scoffed. “I will not be involved with her.”
 
Mairu was leaning heavily before dropping to her knee. Her stomach bulged over her belt, forcing her forward. She grumbled, struggling not to lay down. The thin leather belt grew tighter until it burst apart. Her weighted belly drooped to the ground, resting on the cold metal floor with a loud thud. Small bumps were visible beneath her skin. She was still growing. They were in a secluded spot, but some people still noticed. Her shirt ripped up the middle, allowing her generous bosoms to peek from beneath the torn garment.
 
“Just wait here, I’ll go for help.”
“You can’t just leave me!” Mairu clenched her eyes, still rising higher atop her clanking abdomen.
 
She watched her friend depart, feeling the money accumulating. She only wished to maintain some decency and avoid people she knew. Being a paladin was a prestigious title and she didn’t want to end up being used like that human and her blood-elf lover. I have dignity! She parsed the thought as she shifted too far. She felt the momentum building before tipping onto her side. The money jingled, but stayed mostly in place, making her belly stretch painfully. Light save me.

Mind Break

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She regretted everything that led her to this point. She glanced at the counter, seeing the stack of money that drew her into this predicament. She was tied to the worn twin-sized bed as the unsavory man stood looming over her naked body. His eyes lingered on her full, natural breasts, moving lower along her toned midriff, and then to her shaven snatch. He ran a cold hand along her muscular legs and rubbed her manicured foot for a moment.
 
“You always took care of yourself.” His gaze met hers. “At least that was until you fucked me over.”
 
He had no idea someone new was in Angelica’s body. She tried to resist, but this man was very strong in spite of his weight. The chunky man had cold, squinting eyes and a plump face that smiled often. He was charismatic when needed, but it was only a façade. He ran fingers up her leg and along her side, making her squirm as he traced over her plush lips.
 
“You were my best and that is what makes this so hard for me.” He stepped out of the room, returning with a sun-bleached garden hose. He uncoiled it as he moved, holding up the end at the foot of the bed. “After some… incentive… Marcus told me you were into enemas now.” He gave an unsettling smile. “Guess I’ll have to oblige.”
 
He made her lick the hose nozzle, getting the slender brass tip well lubricated. He brought it lower with excitement in his eyes, pushing the flared tip between her bountiful ass cheeks. She squeaked as he shoved it deeper and deeper, making her take a large portion of the hose as well. She gasped and flailed, but he continued pushing it inside her. It was wedged painfully in her belly when he stepped into the bathroom to start the flow.
 
Air pushed into her belly before the cool water started filling her. It caused sudden cramps, making her midsection ache as she filled. She tried again to break free, but it was impossible. She looked into the small bedside mirror, showing her perfect teeth as she struggled. Unable to evade the steady flow of water, she saw the worry in her big brown eyes. This body was new enough to distract her for a moment, making her study the pained expression of the beautiful woman in the reflection. She groaned as a pain crept into her core, making her twist and squirm.
 
He rubbed a finger along her pussy, smiling as he raised it. “I guess you’re into a bunch of freaky shit these days, huh?” He brought it to her mouth, making her taste her excitement. “You disappoint me, Angelica.”
“Just let me go and I’ll get you all the money you need! I made a mistake, but I’ll fix everything!”
“I don’t trust a skank like you.” He put a finger in between her legs, rubbing her g-spot. “I have to break you again, don’t I?” He removed the finger when she started to enjoy it.
He was talking about the woman who was in the body before, but she was trapped in a younger girl’s body now. A shame I had to ditch it, she thought. Ugh, but why did I have to pick this one?
 
He rubbed her clit again, making her rise and moan, but again he left her unfulfilled. She thought back to her first experience. The first body she had moved into. Feeling liquid pouring into her ass as she waited helplessly. Her mind raced, feeling pain and pleasure from this torture. How many bodies have I been through? Why do I want this? Do I want this?
 
“I guess you’re enjoying this too much. I guess I’ll turn up the flow!” The man left and soon she could feel the pressure increase. “Oh, I forgot, I have something I need to do. Be back in a few!” He called from the other room.
 
She heard the door close, followed by quiet. She tried to slide her ass along the bed to pull it free, but it only caused an ache deep in her belly. The water poured in as she fought to escape. Thrashing against the bed, she couldn’t escape from the bindings. She struggled, letting out a frustrated scream before finally giving up. She looked down, past her generous chest to her swelling belly. Cramps came and went as the water collected in her stomach.
 
She turned to the mirror again, watching her beautiful face twisting in discomfort. Her perfectly manicured eyebrows turned high in pain. Her lush, glistening lips parting subtly. Her deep brown eyes contrasting with her tan skin. I just had to go for the sexiest girl I could find. I can’t keep going like this. If I get out of this alive then I’m fucking done! I don’t even care about that fucking ring anymore!
 
The water was rushing in faster than she realized. Her stomach gurgled, making her tense and groan. Her belly swelled, approaching the size of her massive fake tits. This girl had a great boob job. They sit perfectly and they feel fantastic. They caused some balance issues at first, but I bet you get used to them. Another pain brought her back to the moment. She looked to the ceiling, realizing that she had to persevere.
 
I need to own this body to keep my sanity! I’m Angelica! I’m a high-class whore and that asshole just wants me to submit. I’ll submit for now, but I’ll get free eventually and head back to Mexico. She let out a stabilizing breath. Just relax and wait, that’s all you have to do. He won’t let you die like this, he’s just manipulating you.
 
Glancing down, she could see her stomach was huge, looking heavily pregnant as she lay upon her back. She ached from the sheer volume of water collecting inside, but she also felt some excitement. She tried to enjoy the situation, thinking of a thick cock plowing into her pussy. Thinking of a finger working her clit. She raised her hips into the air, feeling the hose shift. Sudden pain made her drop back into place and focus on the agony.
 
“Fuck!” She spoke to an empty room. “Ugh! Come back!”
 
He really left me. She let out an angry groan, hitting her head against the pillow, frustrated that she couldn’t touch herself to alleviate some of her distress. She felt incredibly heavy as she tried to pull against her bonds. Her full belly sloshed side to side, pulling her more than she wanted. She raised herself, scanning the room for any means of escape.
 
The house was a cluttered mess, but anything helpful was beyond reach. An idea came suddenly. Closing her legs at the knees, she was able to pinch the hose shut with her thighs. It was awkward and painful, but she was able to lift away and pull a small section of the hose out. She took a moment to allow the discomfort to pass. Before trying again she looked down, seeing a bulge forming in the thick hose. She felt the water pressure building and she knew a big blast of water was trying to force past.
 
She held it at bay for a minute, feeling her shaky legs slipping as the diameter of the hose increased. She whimpered as she felt the water sneaking in and then she had to give up. She let out a loud, humiliating grunt as she bucked wildly. The incredibly large dose of water forced its way into her belly, making it grow even larger. She was on the verge of tears as she looked up, unable to escape as the water-filled her like a balloon.
 
Her big, squishy breasts nestled beneath her tied arms. They seemed to have grown somewhat too, but they may have just been moved by her gargantuan belly. She looked like one of those mothers she’d seen on the news, expecting to have five or six kids. Even her ass felt squishier now.
 
She tried to repeat the maneuver from before to extract a little more of the hose. She breathed through her teeth as the built-up water blasted inside, but it worked. Then she did it again and again. She made progress, but it was quickly draining her energy. She did it five times before stopping, but it still felt pretty deep in her ass. The flow continued and her body grew.
 
She was in a bad state, huffing and sobbing when she heard the door open. She sat up as the pimp passed by the doorway. Shortly after she felt the water stop. He came in with a big grin, his devious eyes enjoying the view. Her thick, naked body was on full display, with her shaven pussy nestled between her meaty thighs. Her pleasantly large breasts pressed against her over-filled stomach and every movement caused a slight ripple to spread throughout her inflated body.
 
“You look like a frog.” He laughed, holding something in his hand as he came closer. “You remember the day that I took you in and made you my best bitch?” He grabbed the cord and pulled hard. She gasped and raised her hips, involuntarily clamping upon the hose as it slid out. The nozzle popped out of her tight ass, letting a splash of water go onto the sheets.
 
He tossed the hose aside, watching her writhe for a time before he used the object in his hand. He pushed the plug in, forcing her ass open as it fit in place. She let out a sad groan, lamenting the incredible pain that washed through her body. She flailed in the damp bed, but it was useless. The man ran his large hand along her full belly, smirking as he moved to her breast and pinched a nipple. She pulled at the ropes, trying to hit him, but he only pinched harder.
 
Finally, he let go. He slapped her tits, one after the other, enjoying their weight. “Well, I think it’s time to have a little throwback to that first time. What do you say, Angelica?”
“We can work something out.” She had to pause to fight through an audible cramp.
 
The pimp whistled and another man stepped through the doorway. A guy with slick hair and an underdeveloped beard came in to look upon her. He showed approval as he ran a hand along her inner thigh, barely grazing her wet slit. She was ashamed by how loud she moaned. The guy grinned, looking to the pimp before grabbing her boob and squeezing hard.
 
“You letting me get on this, Ron?”
“Sure am, you can even go in bare if you want.”
The younger man scoffed. “Really?”
 
“Yep, she’s barren, so no worries there. She barely gets any use these days anyway. Most of her clientele likes other kinky shit.” The man slid the buttplug up and down inside her, making her squirm and whine. “That’s why she’s got the bulk now!” He poked a couple of fingers into her snatch, working them around and laughing as she thrust into it. He pulled back before she could cum and she gave him a death glare. He responded by making her lick his fingers. “Well, I’ll just leave you to it.”
 
Ron left and the other guy immediately undid his pants and cast his shirt aside. He put his thick cock on her lips, slapping it against them until she opened. He warned her against biting, so she decided to comply. She was at their mercy, but as long as she got out of this situation she could get away forever.
 
She took his shaft back to her tonsils, gagging as he pressed deeper. He followed her along, pinning her against the pillow and driving in all the way. She retched, making her belly quake for his delight. He pulled back, allowing her a moment to recover before driving in again. He pumped her mouth for a minute, surprising her from time to time with unexpected thrusts. Tears caused her makeup to run and she thought she was going to pass out when he eventually stopped.
 
“You’re quite the picture.” He stepped back, his cock springing in the air as he moved around to fuck her. “You can bite down here all you want!” He smiled.
 
The tip pressed in. She couldn’t tell if it was due to the water or he was so thick, but it ached as he eased in. Her belly roiled constantly and now he was pressing into it. She was in great distress as he poked his cock all the way into her pussy. When he started moving the pain lessened and she knew she was close to cumming. It was so wet and she couldn’t resist pushing into his thrusts. Her excitement built as she closed her eyes, trying to ignore the aching in her belly.
 
He leaned forward, pressing down on her stomach and pulling her back from orgasm. She glared at him, but his eyes were closed. She watched with sadness as he put more of his weight upon her and pushed in to the limit. His thick cock jerked in her loins, making her gasp loudly with each surge of cum. The pain in her abdomen was too intense to enjoy anything. She was angry, showing her teeth as the man got up.
 
“Well, sorry to leave you all hot and bothered, but I just couldn’t last. You got the best cooch I ever felt!” The man put on his clothes and fastened his belt.
“Wait! Finger me a little. Please, I just need a little help!” She pleaded.
 
The man only smiled as he disappeared through the doorway. Ron came in with more rope, tying it around the plug and her hips, keeping the toy firmly in place. It took time and she was desperate for someone to touch her pussy.
 
“Please… just a few seconds. That’s all I need.”
He pulled the rope snug, making the plug push a little deeper. He put a hand on her belly and pressed down, making her scream and sway side to side frantically. “Good and snug! I’m going out again and when I get back we’ll see about helping you out.”
 
She begged him not to go, but the door closed and only silence followed. She screamed for help, but nobody came. She flopped in the bed, but it only increased her suffering. She tried to distract herself, thinking of ways to escape once he untied her. Time passed, but she knew it hadn’t been long.
 
She had to pee, but the full belly somehow made it easier to hold. Maybe I’m just distracted by all the fucking water in my ass! She was downright mad now. Mad at herself for being in this situation, but mostly because she couldn’t cum. She closed her thighs, hoping the rope would help her out, but it was too far to the sides. I can’t fucking do this! What the hell is he doing!
 
“Get back in here! I’m fucking done!” She yelled. “I give up! I’ll be your bitch!” She pulled at the ropes with all of her strength. “I’ll do anything! Just fuck me!” She breathed heavily, thinking about how desperate she was. She wanted that sleazy motherfucker to come back. She wanted him to fuck her. The thought wasn’t as appalling after everything she’d been through. Even if I don’t get another body – I will be so fucking elated to get out of here. I have to get out!
 
She started crying, watching the natural light fade from the room. Hours passed, leaving her in near darkness. Every sound made her hope for his return, but she was disappointed repeatedly. She was cold and despairing, wishing for someone to find her. Then footsteps approached in the hall. Keys jingled and the door finally opened. The light came on in the main room. Her heart raced with excitement.
 
The man came in, switching on the light, blinding her momentarily. “Have a good nap?”
“Please, let me go to the bathroom.” She spoke weakly. “I c-can’t…”
“Not yet, whore.” He sat on the edge of the bed, running a hand along her soft, rounded belly. It grumbled in response, trembling as air shifted inside. “Looks like you’re holding it pretty well. Think I should head back out?”
“No! I-I’ll do anything you want. Let me go, p-please!” Angelica bawled. “I’m so, so sorry. I can’t take this anymore!”
The man moved a hand lower, pressing into her pelvic bone. “Want some relief first?”
“Yes! Please! God please!” Her eyelids grew heavy as she let out a low moan.
 
He grazed her clit, making her buck wildly in a humorous display. He didn’t continue, making her upset once again. She showed her perfect teeth as her agitation turned to sadness. He brought his hand lower, holding it near her pussy to build anticipation. Tears formed in her eyes as she moved her hips expectantly. She was desperate to cum after so long, but he pulled away with a huge grin. The man got up and went to the other room. She screamed, demanding that he return to finish her.
 
“Nah, you need more time.”
 
She whimpered as she heard him turn on the television. She shifted uncomfortably, feeling pain throughout her body and a deep yearning for sexual stimulation. I’m so goddamned close! “Get back in here you piece of shit! Untie me now and I’ll do anything you fucking want! I’ll let you fuck me over and over, I’ll be your bitch.” He turned up the volume to drown out her yelling. “I can’t handle this anymore! I’m going to die if you don’t let me out!”
 
She continued, vocally lamenting her situation until the television went silent. Quick, heavy footsteps approached. The pimp stepped in with cold, distant eyes. He stepped beside her and placed a hand in the center of her stomach, pressing down firmly. Angelica shrieked in agony, trapped in place as he pressed with extreme force. With the plug in her ass, there was only one way to go.
 
She retched, feeling something coming up her throat. He responded by holding her mouth closed. She felt some warm water collecting in her puffed cheeks, but she managed to swallow it again. He proceeded to grab her nipples and roughly pull her tits into the air. She followed them up for a moment until they slipped from his fingers. She fell back, sobbing as he looked her over.
 
“Why do you make me hurt you, Angel?” He untied two of her bonds, helping her to clumsily sit up. “Don’t try anything or I’ll make you regret it.” He took a minute, retying her hands behind her back. “I feel bad, so I’m going to let you come out there…”
 
She pulled one hand free, pushing him back. She frantically fingered her pussy, but he grabbed her wrist and hit her in the side. It wasn’t very hard, but even the slightest hit caused her great pain. She crumpled up, failing to cum once again as he forcefully brought her wrists together behind her back and tied them together. She didn’t resist anymore, allowing him to unbind her legs from the bed and tie them together at the ankles.
 
He pushed her over, making her lay on her swollen belly. She raised up, having to keep her ass high to limit the pressure on her stomach. He checked the ropes keeping the plug in place, pleased by how well he tied them. He slapped her ass lightly, making her jerk ahead and put weight on her belly. She let out a squeak of torment as he hit her springy ass again. He hit harder and harder, spanking her broad ass cheeks. He loved watching her apple ass shake in response to his hits.
 
Angelica let out sad whimpers and tired grunts. Her hands were bound too high and she couldn’t block the hits or evade them in any way. She tried not to pull away either, because every inch she moved caused her stomach to press into the bed. But, every few strikes were harder than before and she couldn’t resist, sometimes causing more pain from her gurgling belly than from the rough spanking.
 
Tears rolled down her cheeks when he stopped. She felt his fingers upon the plug before he firmly moved it up and down in her ass. She let out an indecent, awkward moan as he worked it in her asshole. A dull ache spread throughout her body and she could barely stand as he yanked her upright. He walked her out to the other room, sitting her in a cheap kitchen chair. Her red ass ached as she plopped down, but the plug didn’t bother her now, as it had already moved as deep as it could.
 
The man stepped away and returned with a pitcher of water. He set it on the table as he sat across from her. “Drink this and I’ll let you cum.”
 
Angelica sniffled, letting out a miserable sigh. She didn’t want anything else in her body, but she absolutely needed to cum. Even after all of the abuse, she was still anxious and aroused. She gave a small nod. Ron found a cheap plastic funnel and put it in her mouth. She closed her velvety lips around it and watched as the man happily poured the cool water down her throat. She gulped it down, keeping up for a few moments before too much collected. He paused, allowing her to drink it all before continuing.
 
It was depressing to see such a small amount missing from the pitcher, but she tried to distract herself and kept swallowing. She looked around, trying to think of ways to escape, but her mind was too focused on the water collecting in her mouth. She drank and drank, but she only made it halfway before she motioned to stop. Ron sat down, inspecting her water-filled body as she caught her breath.
 
“Fine, you don’t have to drink anymore. Instead, you just have to suck me off and then I’ll help you out.” Ron slid his shorts off, showing his modestly sized shaft. He brought her head lower, making her lean down upon her enormous belly. She was only barely able to reach his cock and the position was obviously difficult to hold, but her desire for sweet release overcame her hardship.
 
Angelica sucked his cock in, working her tongue along his dick quickly. He ran his hands through her long, highlighted brown hair, taking a handful as she moved. He forced her to take it all, which made her gag before she accepted it. A loud sound came from her compressed belly and she tried to pull back, but he kept her in place. He fucked her face, enjoying her lewd sounds as drool ran from her lips and onto her buxom chest.
 
He pulled out and took hold of her breasts, mashing them around his cock. He pumped her tits as he moved closer, putting some weight upon her belly. She looked up to him, groaning with her perfect teeth showing past her soft pink lips. Her broad features showed pure agony as he moved and her deep brown eyes pleaded for release. He pumped her tits for a time, leaning into her more and more until her composure finally broke. She started weeping softly and that was all he needed.
 
Ron pumped ropes of cum onto her beautiful face, making her pull back as she sniveled. One shot flew across her closed eye and into her hair. Some dripped into her cleavage as he moved back to inspect her. The over-inflated woman was crying, her big, round body shaking as she sobbed. He glanced at the glistening slit between her spread legs and decided to give her a reward.
 
He slid a finger in, feeling her clamp down tightly. Her sobbing slowed until stopping completely. She held her breath, tensing as she waited for his movements. She looked to him with confusion, taking a few small breaths as he stayed perfectly still. She needed him to move, but words eluded her. She could only sit there, frozen in place and staring into his gleeful eyes. He was so close to her g-spot, but she couldn’t resist.
 
Angelica worked her hips madly, making the chair creak as she tried to get his finger deeper. She moaned and closed her eyes, knowing that an orgasm was unavoidable now. Just then she felt his finger pull back, leaving her to finish without his touch. She opened her eyes in horror, clenching her jaw as she fought through the ruined orgasm. She raised from the chair, thrusting into the air desperately as her body quivered. It would’ve been the best climax of her life and she was heartbroken that she missed it.
 
“I didn’t say you could cum yet.” Ron pulled his shorts up and walked away, turning the lights off as he went to the other room.
“Wait!” She could barely speak now, still feeling aftershocks of the disappointing orgasm. “Let me go…”
The television clicked on again, draining all hope from her mind.