Erika had been an eleven year old playing with a bottle. The salve had turned her into a teenage bombshell with a mutant canine dick. She had been soaked in the hormones of other affected women. Erika had been exposed to infected Piper, Riley, she had fucked Emily (she was preggers too) and Melissa. Murphey's law she would end up pregnant, but not to that douche Cole.
Her body was like a gasoline soaked floor waiting for a spark, Cole had torched off the blaze of her pregnancy. Her mutant DNA/magical body had rejected it, her stomach began to feel more painful as she actually threw up. His sperm connected to her waiting ovaries as she saw in the vomit the white of the emergency morning after pill.
Erika's insides felt strangely warm. A loud gurgling noise made her jump, but she didn’t pay it any mind, as her breasts ached. When she pressed a hand over her middle, she found the problem: there was the slightest bulge forming upon her stomach. It was nothing more than a small paunch, as if she had gained weight, but it did not press inward like fat did.
And judging by the way she could still hear rumbling, she somehow knew it wasn’t over.
The next burst of growth caught her by surprise, and she desperately pressed both hands over her swell, trying to push it back in, as if that was going to make it stop. Of course, she was powerless, and her once tiny bump began to inflate. It burst forward several inches, spreading her palms apart slightly, and it was only getting bigger by the second.
“Wait! Wait, stop—“ she pleaded to no one, pushing desperately on her swelling middle. She could hear a noise, almost akin to running water, a certain sloshing, and unknown to her, a rush of amniotic fluid began to fill her up. The growth was relentless. It continued even as she pleaded for it to stop, her hands rubbing and touching and pushing wherever she could reach, trying to massage out the cramps inside of her as he belly continued to grow. It swelled like a balloon, pushing out inch after inch after inch, curving out before her as she grew bigger.
She rubbed her hands along the sides of her swollen middle, crawling upwards the further she grew, beginning to reveal trails of sweaty, tanned skin. She moaned weakly, staring helplessly down at herself. Her stomach had begun to round, freely sticking out into the open, and she could dare herself to say she looked about five months pregnant.
She was panting loudly, sweat in her hairline as she looked down at herself. She looked full term, her belly large and round, but it wasn’t stopping. It didn’t even slow. If anything, it was getting faster, her belly starting to burst forward multiple inches at a time, greedily taking up the space before her. There was more than just one life in her womb, and her body was trying to accommodate. Dog like hairs started to grow along her body as a new set of teats, turning something between breasts and that of a female dog, grew along her distended belly.
And all she could do was watch.
Her skin creaked as she expanded, coated in a light sheen of sweat. Her breasts had gotten bigger too, swollen with milk, resting lazily atop of her expanded, taut gut, around her growing mounds. Bigger and heavier and rounder with milk, they began straining against the rising upwards as they practically surged through cup size after cup size.
Her darkened nipples dribbled sloppily as the supply of milk and sheer pressure within her mounds grew too intense. Her breasts rested atop of her massive stomach, like it was their personal shelf, getting increasingly harder to see over as they swelled, getting bigger, heavier, rising higher into her face.
She stumbled into the bathroom and looked at her heavily pregnant nude form, still swelling around middle. Her growth spurt over the last weeks meant that both the girl she had been and woman she would end up were visible in the same form. The sight left her filled with a fury she had not felt before. This was was Melissa, this was Emily and would be Riley and Piper. NOT HER.
"I AM NOT YOUR BITCH!" she roared at the mirror.
A mutant canine penis, getting her friends turned into prime breeding stock and knocking them up was one thing, this was too much. Her resolve and command of her mutant body did something that was a first for a woman. Millions of teen mothers before her had wished away their babies, ignoring them, in the hope they would vanish. This time it worked.
The growth halted, the belly start to slow and then started to grow in confidence as her belly shrunk the babies/puppies inside her regressing as her breasts deflated. Soon she was back to her pre-pregnant body. She collapsed to the cold tiles crying as her body twitched and jerked from the fight of her short life, 12 going on 16. She came to after a series of short messages and missed calls with a text:
Emily: – I think I’m pregnant Erika.