Ellen stood nude before her mirror. Her breasts had expanded with pregnancy, despite hyperbole of some people her breasts weren't the size of her head. Her belly wasn't size of a watermelon, however it was like a bowling ball. She lay on the bed with her stomach pushed dome like, normally she slept on it. Ellen had tried her side but ultimately on her back was the only way to sleep.
The saying about not seeing your feet is true she had learnt. To see her feet she had to prop her head up on a set of pillows on the Extractor's bed. She felt her nipple with her fingers, she was starting to leak milk and the nipple was sore and puffy from her transplanted pregnancy. Another woman's baby, did that make her a surrogate? Would the woman want her baby back. She had tried to phase into another form but the pregnancy was something that she couldn't alter, either the science protected it or it was asking too much from the technology.
She slowly got up and waddled over sliding door. Ellen went into the backyard which was small and neat. She rearranged her hair to cover her breasts. While pulling on some polka dot yoga pants. She rested on her knees, her legs tucked underneath her. With her mane of red hair, her plump belly, otherwise fit body she looked like a goddess of women and childbirth. Sitting in the sun for a quarter of an hour she felt her legs go numb underneath her bulk. So she waddled inside to the mirror.
Sinking to her knees she held the glass of the mirror. She was unable to see because of her long red hair, it was so long that she could sit on it now. Her ass had become more plump over the pregnancy, padding for the weight in her belly she assumed. Her hands extended above her head as she sweated and heaved while on her knees. Despite having her having her arms above her head her breasts and belly still pushed forward. She then took a bath with the water as high as it could go.
The deepness of the water only just hid her vagina. Her belly and pink nipples rose up, like points of light in the darkness. Her mane of red hair floating in the water. She lay there for a while before resting on her knees, her legs again tucked under her ass, in the water. Her wet hair was finally like a wet mop but she could use it. Here she rested her back and arms against the rim of the tub. Thrusting her breasts forward covered once again by her hair.
"Excellent" said the painter.
His name was Pablo, he had seen Ellen shopping for maternity clothes and had remarked on her beauty. She had been very receptive, he had offered to paint her in exchange for cash. Women with real red hair were rare, them pregnant was even less so. His cash offer of a grand and a half, plus more for his teaching class were welcomed by Chris. If he couldn't change out of Ellen while being stuck as a pregnant form of her, he might as well make some cash from it. Maternity lingerie was also an option as protests from women whom had fake bellies was challenging the profession.
She had told Amy that she and the evil wizard had battled using magic. The battle meant that she had absorbed the evil witch. In an act of compassion she was going to give birth to the evil witch, hence her unexplained pregnancy, and put her up for adoption. Being unborn was just one step short of killing her.