Erika had focused on keeping her canine and male side to herself. She was alone in her parent's house and she was on her cell telling Melissa that they were on the right path. With the Salve she could sense her other bitches getting restlessness. Melissa was the proof that they could contain the monster inside both of them. When a strong perfume hit her enhanced nose. Before she could turn a hand grabbed her phone and put it down.
"You need some special love." said a husky but accented voice.
Erika knew that it was a trap set by Emily. This woman however wasn't one of those at the party with that damned noodle and the pool at Melissa's house. At 5 foot 9 she was towering over Erika, her hair was black but Erika could smell hair dye so that was fake. So were her breasts, her eyes and brain could see how they were DDs disproportionate to her 99lb frame. She wore a black skirt that showed off her long legs that showed she worked out to excess.
Her eyes were grey and washed out of color which Erika found her to be Russian.
"What do you fucking want?"
"I am Angel and I have been sent from Heaven to free you." replied the Russian.
Although the same height she was stronger than Erika she pinned Erika to the table and started following Emily's instructions. To provoke her. Pinned against the table she put the knees of her long legs either side of Erika.
"Just lie back and I will do all the work." Angel promised.
She unbuttoned her black dress, the whole thing was buttoned together, her breasts shaking like jello mounds as she exposed her black lacy bra. Angel kissed Erika full on the lips, she could feel the power building inside this girl. As she were a cosmonaut sitting on rocket going into space. She grabbed Erika's hands and ran them over her breasts, Erika squeezed them, and then down her almost delicate sides to her firm buttocks that were as hard as a man's erect penis. Erika too squeezed them.
"You are playing with a curse, it will hurt you I promise." Erika begged.
"Then punish me."
Angel ripped open the buttons to Erika's shirt. She wore a pink bra, her breasts were B cups and stomach that was flat and only covered with slightly translucent hairs. She hiked up her target's skirt and exposed old, out of fashion panties that Erika wore. Her hand traced it's way south to Erika's crotch.
"No...please...don't..." Erika begged.
Angel was on Emily's orders and in her experience 'No' meant 'fuck me'. She put her knees on the floor and sucking sucking her target's clit. Erika at first resisted by jerking her hips but not like a woman but like a man's thrusting motion. Smacking her in the face. Running her hands down Angel's arms like other men she had blown in her career.
Erika could clearly feel the familiar bulge in her panties. 'Angel' pressed hard on it and it started to stir and harden... "No! That's not it..." she protested, the Angel was pressing harder licking, sucking and moaning to draw it out. She only elicited a delicious throb as an answer, and the thing started growing more, straining her panties.
A thick, moist, canine penis was poking out of a furry sheath and twitching lightly as the Angel licked the shaft. The Russian reached under the sack of small, firm furry balls that had sprouted down there to draw out the Alpha male. Yet her breasts were still present, Angel almost chocked in surprise at what had happened.
Erika with strength she didn't know she had punched a hole in the wall and grabbed an electrical main to stop herself from cumming.
"NO. STOP IT!" Erika
S/he grabbed Angel and forced her back, her penis dripping with pre.
"Ugh." Angel protested.
Angel pinned Erika to the table, feeling the penis. Erika was resisting more than Emily had planned. She had seduced married men and she knew what to do next. She jammed her mouth shut by putting her finger into her mouth which Erika started sucking on.
"Good girl, you let me be the man."
Her mouth on the head of Erika's penis the teen started to rock with the motions of thrusting into Angel's mouth. The girl was definitely a male in disguise and had gotten her fellow friends pregnant. Angel somehow knew this was her fate as well. She had accepted it even it she was going to have Satan's baby.
Erika attacked like a karate chop she slammed both hands either side of her neck. Angel felt like she had been shot, Erika using her strength forced Angel back, with her free hand she swept the table of her homework, computer and other items. Erika exposed her breasts that had flattened to that of a teenager male's chest. Her face had become harder and hair grew along her jaw like the beginning of a beard.
"You want this?" demanded Angel.
"Fuck me."
She ripped open Angel's dress almost tearing it in half. Angel had posed nude many times but now she felt not nude but she felt exposed to a predator like cold meat. Erika's tongue slipped past Angel's teeth as she nearly chocked on it. But she accepted it. She attacked and exposed Angel's tits the kiss was like an electric touch and her breasts were soaking it up. Her nipples were erect as she Erika unleashed her rage. Angel's right leg was flung over Erika's shoulder. Her left was pushed so far that she her panties busted.
They were made up of black straps with a thin strip of lacy fabric around her vagina. Erika's now hard face with sharp canine teeth looked up at her in the dim light. She was committed: "Stay hard my Bad Boy."
Her panties ripped off not the canine penis but a finger penetrated her. Her head thrown back as far as was possible, she moaned desperately like a dog for a bone.
"Jesus, Sweet Jesus." she moaned.
But it was the wrong one. Erika removed her skirt which was held together with her a strip of Velcro. She was guiding this bitch into the right position. Angel's own skirt had been pushed down and pulled up to her waist as she wrapped her arms around her mutant lover. She felt a penis slip into her, at least six inches long.
"Ah...oh!" she wailed
Her back arched as her breasts hit Erika's face. Her hands pinned against above and to the sides of her head she started to scream in pain as Erika unleashed her fury on her fertile body. Although this is what she wanted Erika had a backlog of repressed semen to pump into a target and within four thrusts of her hips. But the flow wasn't a spurt it kept going.
Angel moaned and wailed for over a minute as hot cum entered into her cervix that was unprotected but neither rubber or chemicals would save her. Even if they had a condom it would have to be bulletproof. Erika grabbed her against her body her head against Angel's large breasts. It was burning inside over her as if Erika had been running a fever when s/he had cum. Her body wanted to be free as the stuff burned her. But not one drop leaked out.
By the end she had lost all understanding of language and was forced into animalistic grunts as freed of her evil side she reverted to a teenager who looked young at 16 with brunette hair, brown eyes and tanned skin, with breasts that were nearly fully sized.
Panting Angel slipped a finger inside to see how many ounces of cum had been sprayed by the human fire hose. She found her pussy completely normal.
"Can't feel it, huh?"
She pulled on her dress, bra and knotted her torn panties.
"The babies will make their presence known soon enough."
Erika reached for an old fashion perfume spray bottle.
"You need to show Emily that you were worth your $5000."
She turned the bottle onto Angel's stomach. The effect was immediate.
"Arrghh!" Angel wailed as she reached for the table, doubled over.
She felt the build up of gas inside her like she was bloated and vomited up her vodka and pastry from the strip club where she had done a private show before ensnaring Erika. It became a pressure she had never felt before, she pushed her stomach back but it was not giving up. Her dress and belly fought.
Rapidly the ball of her belly started pushing into her recently buttoned dress. Her flat tummy was now expanding inches in seconds as she groaned in pain. Her dress was hitched up to exposed her wrecked panties as she watched in horror as the dress waged war with her womb. A button pinged off, Erika leaned out of the flight path as the dress started to tear in more than one place. The apex of her belly exposed itself to the world.
Her belly button popped loudly as her whole body ached from the magical onslaught. She felt the knobs of her spine hit the wall as she sunk to the floor. She was nearly full term with the bastard's babies.
"Know get out before I tell the police there is a Russian pregnant hobo in my parent's house. After Trump the Democratic Sheriff might deport you back to Putin's Russia."
She made her report to Emily. She wore a black satin bathrobe that she pulled tight over her bulging belly. Her breasts had remained about the same and her belly was covered over. Barefoot she would tell the police she had an argument with her boyfriend and the baby(ies) father and had left for a relative that lived nearby. Emily had gotten her into this surely she could reverse it to something more normal. She needed to pee very badly and had to squat in the bushes of a nearby part several times.
Emily waited for her in the cool summer evening in a black set of jeans and a black tank top that only fit because her breasts were restrained by a bra. They had met in a park with the first signs that Emily was pregnant being openly displayed. Angel approached her huffing and puffing, glistening with sweat.
"Well you seem like you about to drop a baby or more."
"Please, fix this I can feel it moving inside me, Nothing like this you promised me."
Emily pulled open the robe showing the dome of her belly and the swell of her breasts.
"So beautiful." she muttered.
"Please help me."
"Alright." Emily pulled out her bottle of Salve and wet her fingertips with touched Angel's breast. Still a DD pregnancy hadn't changed it but she had started expressing milk.
Emily's thumb and forefinger squeezed Angel's puffy nipple.
"This is for giving up Trump: time to give birth."
"What!?!" demanded Angel before it hit her.
A stab of pain went through her being as a wetness trickled through her panties and down her leg.
"Your bitch!" Angel shrieked as a contraction hit her. "I'm half Ukrainian too."
"Oh well I'll call the EMT for you then."
Flicking her redhair over her shoulder she strutted off. Her first child, no nine months to adapt to what was inside her and her mother was in Kiev on the other side of the world from her only child and daughter. She screamed in pain as Emily skipped away making a quick call on her burner cell phone.
"I used your Russian Provocatrix to expose you." She turned and saw Erika.
Emily turned and saw her Alpha dog. Erika was wearing a black rain coat and gloves, her hair was tied up and face partially obscured under a Halloween mask.
"I just wanted you to accept reality. It's hard, kinda like that cock you put in me."
"It is hard, but I am harder."
Emily saw that Erika was holding a pistol with a big soda bottle taped onto the end and the bottle was filled with rags.
"NO!-" Emily screamed as Erika fired.
The pzziff noise of the bullet and the click of the old revolver. It was a Russian one, ironically, and was the only one that could be silenced. The bullet killed Emily blew her lovely face off. It was explosive, hollowed out at the tip and filled with nitroglycerin to explode on contact. They would need dental records to ID her former lover.
It was in the basement from some relative who had fought in some war where it was found. Could be Iraq through to the Great War. She found 'Angel' in the middle of the park with a puddle of liquid.
"Bozhe, pomogi mne!"
She was asking the ultimate authority for help.
"Ostorozhnost' Pokupatelya" Erika said coldly.
Erika reminded Angel the cost of an unwary buyer before emptying her revolver into Angel's face, her chest and womb. A gun from Russia that was well over 100 years old, bullets made from the internet with a 3D printer, Cole's chemistry set and a homemade silencer with stuff from the trash. She had protected Melissa and herself. Emily had always been the most disloyal of her pack.