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Sister and a Surrogant

added 5 years ago BM S

Melissa felt her skin burn as she was knocked flat on her back. She had a strong impression of someone's body moving in time with hers. But the invisible body was cold, like they were part steel. A invisible but real penis slipped into.

"OH...oh...oh my goodd..." Melissa moaned as the invisible man came inside her.

She then felt a tingling in her breasts as she ran to the bathroom to vomit. She started to feel a pressure growing inside her as Mila started to lose weight and her sagging breasts deflated as if the baby and milk had been removed. They seemed to hang in the air like an ominous presence that haunted Melissa. She tried to run but the air around her was filled with the baby she had snatched.

She felt something in her stomach, she tried to suck it in as her belly started to swell. At first it looked like a big lunch, then it looked like she was holding in a stomach full of air. But the pressure was liquid it pushed her previously vacant womb past the point of a big lunch as her belly started to swell out making her belly button an outie.

A line appeared down the line of her stomach as the young flesh was pushed to nearly breaking point. Melissa staggered around as her center was knocked off by her new load and gravity. Her breasts swelled from A cups to nearly C cups as the loosely tied bikini top was expanded. Her perky nipples, uber sensitive, pushed into the weak fabric which left wet spots like she was in a wet t-shirt competition.

Her belly was now eight months pregnant and the baby that was her sister was kicking and squirming inside Melissa. She had yet to fall pregnant, she had gone through months of pregnancy in less than a month. Slumped against the wall her body seemed to be nothing but breasts, an hour before her cleavage could barely hold one finger now it would swallow at least four fingers. Her belly bulged out to her knees.

"Why...what the fuck did you do?' said Mila.

Now nude but free of any signs of pregnancy Melissa was developing stretch marks.

"You...killed Papa...fucked his killer..." she gasped.

Then:

"You aren't getting a US passport...this baby is mine."


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