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.

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With some of her energy restored, Claire pressed on. She ascended another ladder to find a parking garage. Her clone was still clearing the path, leaving numerous mutated people and animals in her wake. Time was running out, as both of them had multiple embryos inside them and it wouldn’t be long before they met a gruesome death.

Claire was already inflated from the parasites and it was difficult to move quickly. Naked and armed with a grenade launcher, the young woman pressed on through the open gate to the street above. Piles of cars surrounded the area as she marched out into the falling rain. Her young body had become tight and swollen. Her stomach was the most pronounced, looking like she was entering the late stage of pregnancy. Next, her chest had ballooned, giving her D-cup breasts. Even her ass had grown plump and wide. Her arms and legs were thicker, but she still felt mobile in spite of excessive expansion.

She passed through the street and up to a metal walkway. Her feet hurt as she walked along the slick pathway, hearing the metal flex beneath her girth. She passed through an alley and into a fenced basketball court. Her clone sat on her knees in the center, holding her distended belly. She was quite a bit larger than Claire, her belly touching the ground as she sat. Her arms and legs had doubled in size, while her breasts were rounded and upturned. The fleshy pillows were stretched tightly, resting upon her belly. Her ass was bulky, but didn’t look out of place on her bigger body.

The other Claire looked up with sad eyes. Rain ran along her filled body as she hoisted herself from the ground. Her breasts rolled along her massive stomach, hanging as she moved. “I know I’m a monster, but I didn’t want this.” Her big ass shifted as she walked around. “Now we both are going to die here.” She took hold of the fence, looking away as she spoke. “Did you know there is a laboratory below us? The cure is down there somewhere, but I can’t even fit down the service entrance now!” She turned back, her older face showing rage. “You did this to us!”

“You caused this!” Claire shook her head with irritation. “But we can still make it. My partner can help us!”

Her expression softened before a sneer returned. “Leon? He might save you, but he won’t help a monster like me… Unless you’re gone.”

The burdened woman lumbered toward her. Claire readied her grenade launcher and took aim. The thick-bodied clone stumbled, falling forward gracelessly. Her curves shook as she flew forward, landing atop the real Claire. She happened to fall with her mouth open, gagging upon the grenade launcher. Claire pulled the trigger, launching a flame round into her doppelganger’s mouth. The projectile slid down her throat momentarily before a muffled pop came from in her belly. The mutant Claire rolled off, clutching her throat as a few flames escaped from her esophagus.

The monstrous woman growled as she rolled over and got back up. “You bitch!” She spoke in a raspy voice.

Claire arose awkwardly, keeping a distance from her enemy. She threw the empty grenade launcher aside, knowing that there was no hope to defend herself. The other woman backed her against the wall when a familiar sound came. The thudding footsteps made them pause. The metal walkways flexed as Mr. X came toward them.

“How the hell did he find us?” The mutant Claire scoffed as she turned back to her prey. Her hand opened up to show a peeking tentacle.

The Tyrant grabbed a trash barrel and launched it, catching the aggressive Claire in the back. Her fleshy frame flopped onto the ground with a soft slap, rolling over onto her cushy rump. She put a thick arm back to raise herself, but the unrelenting monster charged ahead and pushed a hand against her breast. Her boob spread outward beneath his firm hand, springing back into shape as she fell onto her back. The man stood above her with a stony glare, urging her to stay down.

Mr. X walked to the edge of the enclosure and took a dead man’s backpack. He ripped it from the corpse, tearing it open as he returned to his victims. An assortment of survival implements fell onto the ground, but his only interest was in the herb pouches. He forced the mutant Claire to swallow two mixed herbs before bringing the last to the real Claire. She gulped down the powder submissively, unsure of his motives.

While he was distracted, the other woman lifted herself and revealed a slimy appendage from her hand. With a sneer, she launched the tendril through the tyrant’s head. He stood motionless for a moment before she retracted it, leaving a large hole between his vacant eyes. She stabbed him a few more times until the towering man plopped to the ground, dead.

The mutant woman pulled the feeler back and closed her hand. She stepped over the corpse and took Claire’s head against her sizable stomach, stroking her auburn hair. “Once Leon finds me then I can finally act on the urges I had when I was your age.” Her belly trembled as she spoke. “But, you have to go.”

Before she could act on her threat, a sharp pain made her stumble back. She took a few clumsy steps before dropping to her knees. Her stomach was visibly bulging outward in many directions, rising and falling as the creatures inside writhed. The woman’s nose crinkled as she grabbed her stomach, her blue eyes showing fear as the skin stretched outward. Her soft skin pulled tighter, spreading outward along the ground as it grew. She could feel her entire body swelling in a similar fashion and her sad whimpering showed she had no idea what was happening.

Her tits ballooned, flowing heavily along her tight belly. The spheres pulled her skin and compressed from their weight, rolling slightly to each side as they inflated. Her shoulders thickened to support her expanding bust line, and in turn her arms also rounded. Lower, her ass was growing too. The smooth, pliable orbs engulfing her feet as they touched the ground. Her meaty thighs were swelling, pressing together until they had to expand outward. Her entire body had doubled in size, pulling her fair, freckled skin tightly as it tried to find more space to grow.

The distended belly flowed forward, forcing her to stay in place as it rolled outward. She did not appear fat, instead she appeared swollen, like a balloon being squeezed. Her larger face showed utter shock as she was unable to move now. Waving her outstretched arms frantically, she knew her body couldn’t handle much more. The creatures inside bumped against her stretched skin as they grew and the momentum threw her off balance. The incredibly bloated girl tipped over and landed on her back, trapped beneath the enormous stomach.

Her body sprawled, making her look like some kind of cartoon character as her reddening skin fought to hold its contents. She groaned weakly as she lay trapped in place, unable to move her extremities due to the inflation. She whimpered as the monsters inside roiled, pushing out, trying to escape. Her squishy curves jiggled as the expansion halted, leaving her completely immobile. She struggled to breathe, with the weight of her gigantic mammaries pressing against her chest. Her eyes showed shock as she stared into the night sky. The rain continued as she lay there, swollen to ridiculous proportions.

She squinted as Claire waddled next to her. “Do you know how to get into the underground lab?”

“You’ll never make it.” The expansive woman groaned as the monsters inside her swirled.

“Tell me or I’ll make you suffer more!” She hated to be so cruel, but she knew it was her only hope.

“Through the sewers.” The doomed Claire smiled weakly. “Good luck staying alive with that fat ass.”

Claire pressed on, finding a knife that fell from the survival pack. She passed through the fence door, hearing a yelp from her clone. She turned to watch as the monumental woman’s body trembled. Her heavy frame quivered and her skin shook. She yelled as her body reached its limit and there was a moment of calm before her skin finally broke.

Her midsection exploded violently, blasting watery blood in a halo around the enclosed basketball court. Her arms and legs drained as they went limp and her expression went blank as her head dropped. Her tits had burst in a similar fashion and in the wreckage of her once toned body were numerous small creatures. The pink, bug-like monsters crawled away from her ruined body, searching for a secluded area to nestle until they grew larger.

A few came towards Claire and she managed to stab two, but one jumped onto her leg and wormed its slimy head into her asshole. She tried to stop it, but the creature slipped in quickly. The pain was intense, as the creature slithered through her guts, finding a resting spot in her stomach.

“Fuck!” She put a finger up her ass, failing to grab hold of it. “Fuck!” She gave up angrily, and soon she set her mind to press on.

Avoiding the obvious path through a destroyed bus, she found a large gap between two wrecked cars. She squeezed through and found another open area on the street. She took a deep breath and trudged on. A manhole cover was open ahead and it would be a gamble if she could still fit or not. A growl made her pause and ready her knife. Two undead dogs bared their teeth as they encircled her.

She looked like she carried twins and it was certain she couldn’t fend off both of them, so she waited for their move, advancing slowly toward her escape. The dogs flanked her and lunged in unison. One took a hard swipe from her knife before knocking it aside. The other jumped upon her, bringing her down with its weight. She planted hard on her belly, agitating the embryos inside her.

On her hands and knees, supported atop her swollen stomach, Claire was at the dog’s mercy. She was surprised they didn’t bite her, but she could see what they were really after. Pink cocks protruded as they crept around her, awaiting any more hostilities. Once they realized she wasn’t going to fight back one gave her pussy a few licks before it jumped up to mount her. The beast thrust its hard cock relentlessly in search of her warm entrance, jabbing against her cushioned ass as it got closer.

She gasped as the bony protuberance poked into her vagina. She tensed as it hit the side painfully, but soon it was sliding in and out easily. The dog nipped at the air next to her face, making sure she stayed complacent while he had his way. She felt more and more entering her until she was taking full strokes. The discomfort slowly transitioned into pleasure, as she lay submissively while the beast mated with her. There was an audible slapping as the dog humped her wildly.

The other dog got by her face, baring its teeth as it eyed her. She didn’t want to be attacked, so she carefully reached up and stroked his shaft carefully. The dog stepped ahead, moving his hips as she touched his cock. Soon the shaft was by her cheek, so she decided to use her mouth. She worked her lips on the cock, attempting to finish him that way.

She shifted to balance, causing the dog riding her to bite her ponytail. Claire yelped as it yanked her hair back while it fucked her. Suddenly she felt the dogs cock expanding inside her. The thickening knot made her whimper as it stretched her open and sent pulses of cum into her aching vagina. While it tugged her hair, she watched as the other dog backed away and circled behind her.

She felt the second injured animal press its paws against the backs of her legs, nudging the other aside. The first dog fell clumsily, making its cock twist inside her as it held onto her hair. The beast hung beside her, bringing Claire down onto her side. The monster finally let go of her ponytail, but remained attached by the knot.

The other dog bit at her, keeping her down as it moved over her and began humping her enlarged posterior. Claire pushed the monster, but it already found her other entrance. She howled as the dog pushed into her asshole and it only took a minute of frantic pumping before it too swelled inside her. Both openings were packed full. She laid in agony with the awkwardly attached hounds pushing their cum into her holes.

With her weapon out of reach, Claire could only wait as the animals used her. She clenched her teeth whenever they shifted and she was relieved when they came out, leaving her openings sore and slimy with their seed. She lunged for the knife, but the dogs bounded away, uninterested in her now. She laid there for a moment to recover, praying she could fit down the manhole.

It was tight and incredibly claustrophobic, but she managed to climb down into the sewers. Tired and nude, she begrudgingly stepped into the cool muck. The thick, waist-high water smelled terrible. She waded through it, hoping she wouldn’t catch something from being unprotected in the sludge. She passed a collection of garbage, seeing something splash in the water. She moved slowly, with her knife prepared.

Something large moved between her legs, making her scream and stab into the water. A thick feeler came from behind and opened her legs, closing around her crotch. A warm jet of viscous goo shot up her holes, making her scream yet again. She stabbed a flap on the appendage, but it was undeterred, blasting more of the syrupy goo into her. Her ass retained the most, as she felt it pushing up and into her already over-filled belly. She stabbed it again as she watched her midsection balloon tightly, sagging with added weight. She stopped fighting for a time, hoping that her body could take the surge of unwanted fluid.

The creature’s main body surfaced, a giant eye staring as it inflated her. She took the opportunity, plunging the knife into the eye, making the monster recoil in pain. It withered before her, going lifeless within seconds. The appendage unlatched from her privates, allowing her to push some of the goop out. She wasn’t feeling well, though, and she felt like she might pass out. Claire knew immediately that she had some kind of poison coursing through her body.

She found willpower to keep going in spite of her bewildered thoughts. Claire raced to the blue herb sitting on a platform. She gulped down the powder, knowing they would clear toxins from the body. She only hoped she wouldn’t end up like her copy who had taken mixed herbs before her untimely end.

She crawled from the muck and went upstairs, feeling better as she ascended. She was still expanding, but it seemed the herb wasn’t a death sentence. She looked like she was about to birth triplets and her chubby frame seemed to match. Her breasts and behind were far beyond normal proportions, though they retained appealing dimensions. It was difficult not to be thrown off center as she moved her expansive frame. The difficulty was getting worse and she had no idea how far she had to go to reach the underground laboratory.

Footsteps came down the corridor and soon a band of heavily armed men stepped around the corner, moving in formation. They trained their weapons on her as she dropped the knife and put up her hands. “I’m human!” The man in front approached slowly. There was a short pause before he brought his weapon down on the side of her head, making her black out.

Claire awoke as the men stood above her. She was clean now, no longer covered in the slimy fluid she had moved through. Wearing black body armor and red lensed gas masks, the men were clearly staying prepared if something were to come along to attack them. Three of the four men had their cocks out, stroking themselves as they watched her.

“Go ahead, I’ll keep watch.” The unexposed man said. “But if your dicks fall off or something…”

“Just let us have our fun.” Another man laughed. “I’m sure someone else did.”

“We probably won’t make it through the night… and I never had a pregnant bitch before.”

They rolled her over and lifted her onto her hands and knees. Claire knew she couldn’t stop them and she hoped they could help her find a cure. She was about to ask for help when one of the men moved in front of her, slipping his dick into her mouth. She decided to submit, allowing them to have their fun. She knew resistance might get her killed. She was ashamed to admit it, but at this point she actually enjoyed being dominated.

She took him deep, gagging once or twice as he hit the back of her throat. She unintentionally wiggled her ass, exciting the men behind her. She sensed one approaching behind her, but she put out a hand to stop him. She waved them to the front, planning to get them wet before they went in. She took a few more pumps before the first man stepped aside. He went to the rear and pulled her fat ass apart. Claire swallowed another cock, wishing that her body might someday go back to normal.

The man in the back slid down and went into her pussy, making her grunt softly. It felt nice, but she couldn’t allow him to cum in her – she didn’t want to have a kid if she made it through the night. He was rough and fast as she switched between the two men in front. She gagged on one more often due to his width. Both cocks were decently sized, but that one was just a little too thick for her throat. She choked it down all the way, though.

He moved around, ready to replace the man in her pussy, but he was having too much fun. Claire felt her belly gurgle and she knew she had to speed this up. She tensed her cooch, squeezing the man’s dick tightly. He gasped and pulled back before going wild. The man leaned in and pumped her violently. Her ass slapped against him and she knew he was getting ready to blow. She tried to pull off, but her stomach made movement troublesome.

She reached up and pulled the cock in her mouth to the side, popping it out after some maneuvering. “Wait, don’t cum in my…” She already felt the blasts of cum in her loins.

“What’s your problem, you’re already preggo!”

“I just don’t want you cumming in me!” She huffed as he stayed in place, depositing another load inside her.

The wider man stepped around, shoving the man backward. His cock was only out of her for a few seconds when she felt the other one searching for a warm hole. The tip slid along her pussy before moving slightly higher, resting against her recovering asshole. He eased in the thick, wet cock, making her close an eye and grimace as she endured the pain.

“I think you’re a little too big for her, Ghost.”

“I’m in her ass, dipshit.” He grunted as he bottomed out. “Man she’s tight.”

“Think she’s legal?”

The man and front pulled out, letting his damp organ bounce in the air as he raised her chin. “Hey, you eighteen?” Claire nodded nervously. “You mind having a little fun with us?” She nodded again as she looked into the red lenses of the gas mask. The man brought her head back down and poked his cock in between her smooth lips. “Yep, this is all on the up and up boys.”

“Think I can shoot a second time?” The man beside her laughed as he stroked his semi-rigid shaft.

The man watching for trouble looked back. “We can’t take all night.”

“Come on, I won’t be long.”

“Ten minutes then we move.”

“Yeah… plenty of time.”

The man took Claire’s hand and wrapped her delicate fingers around his manhood. She stroked him firmly, trying to distract her mind from the man pumping her ass. She didn’t mind doing anal, but every few seconds it seemed like the man hit a painful spot, causing her to jerk forward and tense up. The man in front enjoyed this, as he pressed in to gag her whenever she pulled away from the pain in her butt.

Claire finally grew accustomed to having a cock sliding down her throat, so she decided to open wide, allowing him full access. The tip was well beyond her tonsils and her body convulsed from time to time, making her swollen tits shake for their delight. She fought the urge to gag, but he was trying hard to cause her discomfort. She made humiliating noises as he built to climax and he grabbed hold of her ponytail to hold her in place as he force-fed cum down her throat. She was unintentionally loud as she tried to push away, but he held firm, sending blasts of sperm directly into her esophagus.

Claire spit up and coughed as he pulled out. The man tucked his organ away as the guy beside her stepped into his place. She wiped her face before setting to task on his shaft. She nursed the tip, suckling him as she looked up with her clear blue eyes. He was far gentler, holding her cheeks as she licked her juices from his cock.

The man in her butt rammed in again, reminding her that he was still there. She whimpered as he pushed in to the limit and waited, holding onto her broad hips. The pain was intense, causing her to clamp down upon his organ. He moaned at the sensation and there was a short pause before his cock pulsed in her rump. Every spasm caused anguish as his meaty shaft blew thick ropes of cum up her ass. The man leaned in as he finished, making sure not to pull out before every drop was inside her.

Suddenly the cock in her mouth forced its way down her throat. She retched and tried to lift up, but the man stumbled ahead, continuing to pump her soft, wet entrance. She again clamped down on the cock in her butt, causing one final blast of sperm to push into her already full body. She finally evaded the cock from the front, pulling aside as a shot of cum splashed across her face. She clenched her eye shut as multiple lines of warm cum coated her cheek. Some went into her hair and some landed on her hanging tits. He finished and stepped back, leaving her face glistening with his seed.

She gasped suddenly as the last man unplugged her ass. She instinctively closed her ass, but it was sore and loose, allowing some of his cum to slide down her thighs. She thought it was over until she saw him circle around and offer his thick, swollen cock. It looked relatively clean, but just knowing it was in her ass made her stomach churn.

“Clean me off.”

“Hey, let her have at least a little decency.”

“Fuck that. We can’t take her anyway.” He grabbed her ponytail and poked his still erect cock against her face. “Clean it, bitch.”

She didn’t have much of a choice, as the soft tip parted her lips and slid into her mouth. She gagged as she tasted her ass, disgusted at the sheer thought. She made a loud noise as her shoulders jerked and she tried to pull away. He fought her for a moment before letting the heavily inflated woman launch away and fall onto her back. Her stomach showed prominently as the last man composed himself. Her stomach gurgled and contested loudly, making their heads turn to watch.

“Uh, did something just move in there?”

“Is she bigger than when we started?”

“Shit, I told you guys not to fuck with her.”

“Shut up! It’s fine! We just have to get the antidote.”

“All right, let’s move.”

“Wait! You can’t just leave me!” Claire shouted a little too loudly. “I just need the antidote too!” She huffed under her own weight. They gave her one last look before moving around the corner, ignoring her pleas as they set out to find their objective. She heard gunfire a few moments later and then silence. She couldn’t move on her own now, and any remaining hope was gone. Claire drifted to sleep, knowing she might not wake up.

“Claire? My god. Can you hear me?” She blinked lazily, seeing Leon’s shocked expression. He reached into a pouch on his belt and brought out a rolled piece of tan paper. “Here, this should help.” He opened it and directed it into her mouth, helping her to swallow the powder. The haze in her mind cleared too late, as she realized what was about to happen.

Seeing the horror in her eyes, Leon stepped back with uncertainty. Her massive body rumbled as she lay on her back. Staring at the ceiling, Claire could see her reflection on the smooth metal ceiling. She was sprawling, her huge frame packed with fat and the creatures growing inside her. She couldn’t speak as she watched her expanding abdomen flow over her. Her belly made up most of her mass and her tits were almost quadruple their normal size.

Years ago she hoped to have a larger bust size, but this was grossly beyond those expectations. Her hips were also ridiculously distended, raising her swollen legs off the floor. They parted, showing her pussy to the man who had tried to help. He paced, trying to think of some way to help her. He hesitantly placed a hand on her shoulder in an attempt to comfort her. There was no coming back for her now.

She felt her skin stretch as the numerous creatures swam inside her. Small bulges formed on her belly and even her breasts had areas pressing outward. She felt a mild ache in her belly as she looked to the concerned cop. She gave him a wistful smile before she closed her eyes and laid her head back.

Her red ponytail pressed against the concrete as her arms and legs went limp. The inflated woman’s body trembled as it found its limits. The swollen belly pulled tight and a momentary silence followed. Then, suddenly her midsection split apart. A violent blast of pink goo shot in every direction. Leon stumbled back, coated in her remains. Countless small, serpent-like creatures scurried away from their mother.

The bulk of her body remained, with only a large hole in the middle, where the creatures had been. Her thicker appendages were outstretched, unable to move at the end. The beautiful girl now laid before him as a ruined husk. Her big blue eyes had opened once more, her face frozen in a silent scream. He didn’t understand what had happened.

The doctor marched along, pausing to check the subject’s readings. Each time I get a little closer. Claire had just recovered from another episode and now the blonde woman had an elevated heart rate too. This is such an odd manner for this virus to function, but I guess time will tell what it does to their minds. She stepped beside the buxom, twenty-something woman, resisting the urge to feel her uncovered, supple body. Ms. Birkin might not be able to handle it. She looked upon the other two women. I wonder if it will even affect them at all. I might have to rework the dosage. She sighed. What a tedious method to break their minds… They better pay me well!

Claire Against Claire

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The police department was relatively calm for the moment, as a good number of the rooms had been cleared. Still, the undead shuffled thoughtlessly beyond its walls. Moaning with unending determination, as they wanted nothing more than to get a taste of the supple young brunette girl causing the disturbance.

Bursting through the wooden door, Claire gained distance on the approaching trio of zombies. She took aim and fired off a few headshots as she stepped back. One zombie’s head burst apart, but the others pushed past, lunging for her. Claire evaded their grasp and ran behind them, blasting one’s leg off before her gun clicked. She retreated to the door she came through, but another zombie was already pushing inside. She fell to the floor as the pursuer tackled her. With no other weapons she couldn’t defend herself.

Two shots rang out in quick succession as the zombie’s head burst apart. Claire rolled the body off and sprang to her feet, evading the mindless enemies as she followed her savior down the hallway and into a room. She slammed the door shut, feeling confident it was safe for the time being. An older, more confident version of herself held a pistol at her side.

“Always quick to jump into a situation. I remember those days.”
“What is going on, who are you?”
“I’m you, but from another time.” She took a moment before explaining. “Look, I don’t understand it, but I remember all of this. I’ve been here and I don’t have the faintest idea of why I’m back.” She walked closer, holding her younger self’s face gently. “You’re pretty.” She scoffed. “I certainly didn’t think that back then. I was just so enamored with Leon. I mean, there is that whole thing about intense love for someone during traumatic experiences. Ever heard of that?”

“Look… thanks for helping me, but I need to find Chris.”
“He’s fine, you’ll make it out and everything will be okay.” Her thirty-something self paused to contemplate. “I think.” Her blue eyes looked to the ground as her taller features scrunched with concern. She raised her gun, aiming at the girl as she stepped back.
Younger Claire raised her hands, showing concern. “What are you doing? Y-you can’t kill me!”
“Why not? I don’t buy in to time travel, so you must be some kind of bioweapon that replicates people.”
“Maybe you’re the weapon!” She spoke uncertainly. “You… you saved me from zombies! I’m not a fucking monster!” Panic crept into her voice.
“Maybe it’s a trick.” There was a moment of thought before she waved the gun, “Get over there and take off your pants.”
“You can’t be serious.”
“I’m not saying it again.”

The younger Claire huffed as she shook her head. With seething anger, she kicked off her boots and stripped away her jeans, revealing her long, smooth legs. “Underwear too.” With a defiant glare, she dropped her pink cotton panties to her ankles and stepped aside. She covered herself as she thought of escape.

“Nothing I haven’t seen before.” The older Claire nudged her hand away, exposing her hairless pussy. She opened a large storage chest that sat in the corner of the room, searching through the items. Her younger self decided to take the chance, spinning around and charging through the door. The zombies were down the hall, but one was coming in through the window. She ran past and made her way upstairs. She could hear gunshots behind her as the other Claire dealt with the monsters. She avoided another undead as she darted into a locker room. Handgun ammo was sitting atop a locker and she hurried to reload. She finished only to see the older Claire in the doorway holding her at gunpoint.

“Set the gun down and step back.” Her cool, confident eyes watched for any unexpected movement. “I don’t want to waste the ammo. I could have done it already if I wanted.”

She did as instructed, placing the revolver on the bench. The other Claire handed her a valve, directing her to stop the jet of steam from a broken pipe as she retrieved her gun. The young, bottomless girl cranked the valve, making her butt flex for her clone. With a slight laugh, her captor brought her into the shower room. With instruction, Claire took a shower head down and unscrewed the end, allowing cool water to spray against the cracked tile.

“Put that up your butt.”
“What?” She shook her head with disbelief. “Why?”
“I don’t want to kill you, but I can’t have you coming after me either. Do it or I’ll shoot you in the leg and leave you like that.”
She glared as she turned around and plugged the running shower hose into her asshole. “This is ridiculous, why can’t we just work together to get out of this and go our separate ways?”
The middle-aged woman shrugged. “You and I both know that something isn’t right. I can’t outright kill you until I’m certain you are a product of Umbrella. So, this is the best for both of us. Just hide until someone else comes along.”

The inexperienced Claire jerked forward as the water sprayed into her, making her cramp suddenly. She arose with a grimace and fire in her eyes. She hated the feeling, but she knew she was safe for now, at least from her copy. She put her hands against her stomach as the woman watched, feeling air and water churning in her guts. She lifted her shirt to see a swelling belly forming, no longer caring that her privates were exposed.

They both turned as footsteps approached from the stairwell. Someone moved with purpose and the senior Claire put a finger to her lips as she tucked into the corner of the shower stall. Unable to find a good spot while tethered to the hose, young Claire pressed against the opposite wall, hoping she would get lucky and remain unseen. A beam of light came though the doorway.

“Leon?” In a panic, she grabbed a dirty towel and held it around her waist.
He turned the corner and blinded her momentarily. “Claire? What happened?”
She immediately regretted calling his name. “Uh, I got grabbed by one of those things… I had to get away, but I’m fine. How are, uh, how are you holding up?” She fumbled for the right words.
“I’m… okay. Ever find your brother?”
She smiled nervously. “Not yet, but I’ve… uh, hit a few snags.” The water rushing into her belly made her pause. “You should figure a way out of here. I’ll catch up soon.” She clenched her teeth as she fought to maintain composure. “I think I saw some pants hanging in the last room.”
“Want me to grab them?”
“No, no, I’ll be fine. I’ll catch up with you soon, okay?”
He nodded slowly. “Take care of yourself, Claire. See you soon.”

She grinned as he left and once the door closed the other Claire stepped from behind the tattered shower curtain. “You two are adorable. I had such a crush on him. Maybe I can finally get him now.”
“You leave him alone!” She stripped the towel away, amazed by her prominent belly. It had grown extensively while they talked and the full discomfort came at once. She put a hand on the wall as she groaned, begging to stop the torture.

“You’re almost there. I know you can take more!” She pressed a finger into her smooth, tight stomach. This caused the young woman to moan in distress and sag lower. “You’ll get tougher once you get through this.”
“I can’t believe you’re forcing me to do this while monsters are all around us! You’re a god damned lunatic!” She grumbled. “I just want to find Chris and get out of here!”

Her captor took a deep breath. “Chris isn’t here.” She holstered her pistol and took out a large, lion engraved medal. She got behind her and yanked the hose free. Water blasted for a moment before she felt the cold, damp metal pressing between her cheeks. To her shock the woman was unrelenting as she pressed the object in, forcing her against the wall. She eased back and used her fingers before trying again. Squirming as she climbed the wall, Claire was unable to evade the pressure and with a yelp the pendant popped into her asshole.

“Ow, ow, mother… fuck!” Claire hopped around the room, grabbing her toned ass. Her older self looked away regretfully as she rinsed off her hand. Claire tried to push it back out, but it was securely wedged in place, which also trapped the water inside. She had a very pronounced belly that bounced as she trotted into the next room, grunting as she grew accustomed to the ache. She grabbed her stomach and tried again to push, but it only caused a sharp pain in her rump, making her moan in agony.

She unzipped her jacket and sat it on the shelf as she tried to sit. She launched right back up, as the item shifted and caused even more pain when she put pressure on it. The other woman came forward carefully, leaving her guns at a distance. She put her hand between Claire’s legs, running a finger along her slit. She also planted a soft kiss upon her lips, looking into her eyes before fully submitting to the feeling.

The pain was intense, but it did lessen as she felt a growing excitement throughout her body. Her nipples showed through her bra and tank-top and goosebumps formed upon her neck. She hated to be aroused in this situation, but it couldn’t be hidden. The dusky eyed woman removed her jacket before kissing her neck and running her hands along her hips to grab her ass. It caused her to grunt as it nudged the object wedged in her butt.

The woman yanked her ponytail, making Claire sneer with pain. She turned her head aside, proceeding to grab one of her breasts, groping her as she sucked on her throat. The thirty something woman unfastened her jeans and shoved Claire’s delicate hand down her underwear. It was extremely wet, allowing her fingers to enter effortlessly. The woman in charge reached back and nudged the blockage in her ass, making her squirm and finger her harder.

Both girls moaned, but the older woman was clearly getting the enjoyment. The inexperienced girl was managing her discomfort as she worked the clit, making the other woman believe she was being submissive. She knew how to finger her perfectly, watching as the mature Claire squirmed with elation. She moved her hips and cooed with passion. The crescendo built until she clenched her eyes and tensed her grasp, letting a wave of pleasure shake her entire body.

Seeing an opportunity as she stepped back to recover, the filled girl pushed her, snatching the gun from her holster. Aiming at her abdomen, she directed her to strip down. With resentment, the older Claire removed her shirt and her pants, revealing a trim body that showed she took care of herself. Her frilly black underwear showed a playful side to the otherwise austere woman.

“You’re faster than I expected. I guess that doesn’t slow you down as much as I hoped.”
“We don’t have to do this.” Her stomach gurgled, causing her to shift uncomfortably. “We could be working together to get out of here.”
“Do what you’re going to do. I’m not going to trust you.” The disadvantaged woman reached out and knocked the gun aside, grabbing it quickly and turning it to point at her copy. “I’m still more experienced.”
The young girl shook her head as she huffed with despair. “Why are you doing this to me?” Her sad eyes wavered as she spoke. “What sort of twisted shit will I get into if this is the method you use on me?”
“It’s nothing new. We never liked enemas one bit.” An explosion could be heard from elsewhere in the police station.

Holding her belly, the younger, naked girl ran through the next room and into a hallway. She was stopped dead in her tracks as a giant tongue shot out from above and wrapped around her wrist. The slimy organ pulled tightly, yanking her onto the floor. A hideous creature leapt from the ceiling, landing near her feet. It looked like a man that was turned inside out, but lacking eyes and with pointed teeth. It turned to hiss as the other Claire watched from a distance. It released its hold as it skulked toward her, but it turned back after a time, unable to find the cause of the perceived noise.

It sniffed her legs as it crept closer to the young girl lying on the ground. It was a tense silence as the monster ran its head along her leg, up her inner thigh, and into her private region. It slipped its tongue into her mound, working the extending organ into her pussy. Thinking quickly, she found a broken piece of wood, carefully lifting it and tossing it next to her copy. The licker yanked its tongue free and jumped to the wall and then to the noise.

In a panic, the older Claire shot it recklessly. The creature was unfazed, as it landed atop her and slammed a hand into her chest. Breathless, she laid there as the creature moved between her legs and pressed its tongue against her panties. It forced the fabric in, moving her underwear lower on her legs as the pressure built. It held her legs open with massive claws as she caught her breath. It pressed harder, making her drop the extra ammo as she tried to reload.

The fabric gave way, allowing the tongue to push deeper. Her underwear tore completely through as the monster’s tongue sloshed violently in her pussy. She gasped and moaned as it lifted her hips into the air. Her short reddish brown hair clung to her forehead as water splashed in through the broken window. She screamed quietly as the beast explored her depths. It moved its head in a circular motion and then it pushed forward, sliding its hind feet along the floor. The claws dug into the wood as it propelled itself forward.

Her volume increased tenfold as her vagina opened wider. The monster’s head compressed as her lips stretched to the limit. The head disappeared into her opening as the monster slid her along the wet floor. Its shoulders turned as her legs tried to close, but it was firmly buried neck deep in her. The creature writhed and jumped, making the poor woman rise and fall painfully as it moved. Her belly bulged as its head shifted around inside.

There was a sickening crack as the creature’s shoulders folded. A wet, slurping sound came as it slipped inside the hurting woman. It released her legs as it slipped deeper and deeper inside her, making her stomach swell upward and outward. She kicked her legs as she pulled herself along the wall, trying to evade the pain. The creature didn’t relent, and it was half inside her when she flipped over. It took advantage as she put her toned ass in the air, planting its feet as it shoved its hips through the breach.

Stumbling from the shock, the heavy woman tried to find balance. The monster whipped its legs wildly, causing her to fall backwards upon it. She sat, allowing all her weight to force the exposed legs up and inside her. She squealed as her stomach stretched to inhuman proportions. It moved as the monster shifted in her midsection, causing her a great deal of pain. The woman’s calm demeanor was gone, replaced by utter fear for her situation as she leaned against the wall. Her stomach rested upon her legs, stretching to her knees as it spilled over her legs.

“How is this… possible?”
The younger girl stood, retrieving the gun. “I’ll go get Leon.”
“You… can’t just leave me here. What if another one of those things comes along?” She showed teeth as she endured a wave of pain.
Claire offered her the gun. “You’ll need this more than me.” She walked down the hall slowly, in discomfort from the forced enema she had been given.

The immobile woman pointed the gun as Claire turned to regard her. She sighed as she let her arm fall. “Please don’t leave me here.” She tugged at her bra, pulling hard before it snapped apart, allowing her chest to spill forth. Her decently sized breasts sat prominently atop her swollen stomach as she breathed quickly. Her ass was flattened against the floor boards, squished by the immense weight. She was amazing to look at, her entire body dwarfed by her enormous belly. Her full lips quivered as her eyes showed remorse.

The young girl turned away heading to the next unexplored room. With no weapon, she moved carefully and silently. It was hard to sneak with a full belly, a sore ass, and weak legs, but her lack of shoes helped. She unlocked a door and found a puzzle. She figured it out to retrieve another pendant, similar to the one shoved up her ass. She forged ahead, slowly entering the next room, the library.

The elegant, well-lit room was a welcome change from the cramped, shadowy halls. The chandelier squeaked as it swayed slightly, making her nervous to proceed. A zombie ripped at flesh beyond the shelves, making sickening noises as it feasted upon the unlucky individual. She crept ahead, peering at an unaware monster, which stood motionless. It stared at the bookshelf, waiting for a fresh victim to pass through.

She steadied herself using a desk. Gently, she planted her heel before rolling her toes down. She was as quiet as a mouse in spite of her shifting belly. Sweat rolled down her fair skin and her pink nipples stood prominently. She was to the opposite door when her stomach growled nosily, causing one of the zombies to turn with a growl. Startled, she clenched, causing a sharp pain in her ass. One on the ground started crawling toward her as she tried the door, finding it locked.

Claire gasped as she got distance from the slow pursuer, holding her swollen midsection. Lumbering past the creature she bolted for the other section. A zombie tackled her, landing squarely on her belly as it snapped at her throat. She shifted her fleshy mass to the side, rolling atop the monster before it could connect. She used every ounce of willpower to launch herself upright as the others shuffled closer. She turned and bounded for a ladder, running awkwardly as her breasts beat against her massive stomach. She started up the ladder as a female zombie grabbed her from behind. The undead woman tugged at her hips, pulling her legs free and making her hold on for dear life. Her belly pressed between the rungs, squeezing through under her weight. Claire kicked at her, pulling herself higher as the other joined the tug of war.

She ached as her filled belly rolled along the metal bars. Wrapping her arms through steps, she managed to hold on, but the monsters were stopping her escape. She felt the woman’s powerful fingers clench her ass as she tried frantically to pull her down. Luckily they caused no damage and as her hand slipped free Claire made headway. She grunted as she lifted herself and after a short struggle she finally pulled her legs out of their grasp.

She climbed up to the catwalk, sliding her sweat-drenched, burdened body to safety. The zombies moaned angrily as they failed to reach her and for now she took a time to recover, lying on the warm wooden walkway. Feeling sore all over and still unable to expel the contents in her ass, she hoped that Leon was making better progress.

Meanwhile, her older self was stirring from her nap, feeling her massive belly writhe as the beast within shifted. It pressed up hard, causing a large bulge to form and vanish repeatedly. She realized it wanted her to stand. Pressing against the wall and using her hands to walk her heavy frame upward she made small progress. Claire moaned as she felt something slipping lower in her vagina. Her lips parted and she felt the damp tongue extend to the floor. It assisted her, and finally she was standing somewhat, keeping balance using the wall.

The beast edged her forward, pressing her belly outward in the direction it wanted to go. She stomped ahead, moving slowly to avoid any instability. She detested the impatient beast, but felt oddly calm having it inside her. She could almost sense it, knowing what it was looking for. She knew that she had to stop the other Claire.

She drug her stomach along the floor as her strength faded. She came into the library to see a collection of zombies gathered around a ladder on the far section of the room. She knew the other girl went up there, but in this state that would be impossible. She was amazed as the zombies ignored her, continuing to grab for their unreachable prey. She trudged ahead, making a lot of noise as she bumped against tables, making her way to the far door. She used the key and stepped into the main hallway, leaning against the railing.

Feeling tipsy, she leaned too far and put her weight on the rail, causing the expensive wood to snap. She rolled over her monumental belly and fell headfirst to the floor below. Before she hit, the tongue came out again, wrapping around a few rails to stop her fall. She hung there for a moment, upside down, supported by a tongue from between her legs. Her distended belly hung down, resting against her face.

The creature let go, allowing her to land hard on her side. Her curvy frame flattened against the marble tile, with her abdomen sprawling as she lay in pain. A door flew open on the upper balcony and heavy footsteps approached. She knew what was coming even before she saw it. The gargantuan humanoid figure stomped down the stairs coming directly for her. The Tyrant twisted his neck as he observed her flowing form.

Claire raised her pistol for a moment, but then tossed it aside. “It wouldn’t do anything anyway.” The towering man walked closer and balled his fist. He stopped to look down into her fearful eyes and nod. He punched her stomach, causing something to pop inside. She howled in pain as she recoiled from the assault. He only watched as she flailed. 

She couldn’t feel the connection to the licker that had controlled her mind, and she knew it was dead now. But, for some reason, she knew that its death would make her stronger. She moaned as her belly roiled and she felt a sudden excitement. Reaching below, she strained to touch herself around her expanded belly. The Tyrant nudged her hand aside and poked his sizable index finger into her pussy. She breathed heavily as she closed her legs, overwhelmed by the sensations gripping her body.

The hulking man forced her legs open, working his finger in and out at a modest pace. She attempted to roll and with his help she succeeded, presenting her ass to him. He worked another finger in her wet entrance, plunging at a faster speed as she gasped with delight. She was sloppily wet now and his thick fingers slipped in and out quickly. Claire cooed as her orgasm crept over her and soon she trembled with pleasure. The man slowed to a stop as she jerked from aftershocks.

He stood, flicking the moisture from his hand as he proceeded into a nearby room, searching for other survivors. She knew now that she wasn’t the real Claire, as her unusual luck was probably from some sort of connection to these things. She ached and pain ran through her body, but it was oddly arousing, even after she came. She fell back onto her side, enjoying the feeling as her stomach trembled violently. She glanced down to see her nipples were darker and her hair was growing more reddish. Her body was changing.