Ms Kendall, Alyssa Kendall. Was on exchange from somewhere in London. She was a bit exotic in that she had some Spanish in her, her Latino. She had jet black hair, she stood at about five foot ten and she had an olive complexion. As she drank that mornings cup of Joe, spiked by Melissa's breast milk, she felt a sudden flush of warm through her body. Her breasts, she had modeled to pay her way college, started swelling, pushing the fabric of her white lace bra to breaking point.
Her panties seemed to shrink as she rubbed her moist legs together. She looked out across the room of pasty white, black and Latino when her eyes fell on Erika. She too was squirming in her seat uncertain of what was hitting them both. She got up and grabbed the teenager by the wrist and dragged her inside the nearest cleaning closest.
When she entered Erika's hands grabbed her by her tits. Her lanky body fell against Erika's in ecstasy. Moaning softly as she finally felt the lover's touch. Alyssa lifted Erika's soft hands off her breasts.
"Fuck me" she gasped at Erika.
"I don't know-"
She ran her hand over the front of Erika's pleated shirt.
"You have a cock. Fuck me, fuck me like a dog."
Erika seemed to be fighting a battle internally.
"You are asking for something terrible and evil.''
"I don't care if you take my fucking soul! Fuck me!!!"
Erika was let off her lease.
She grabbed her teacher's dark green knitted dress, and in one tug, ripped it in half from the collar to the hemline. Exposing Ms. K's white bra and panties. Alyssa somehow now understood the issue that she was dealing with. Erika wasn't a normal girl or even transgender. She was above any definition of sexuality Alyssa knew.
Erika ripped her bra in half exposing her breasts which she licked and bit like a dog, her other hand traveling down to her pussy. Alyssa expected Erika to slip a finger inside her but she acted more like man probing her pussy with her tongue. Alyssa arched her back as she gasped in pleasure, her breathing was rapid and shallow. Her orgasms were quite but very full as she reached her climax.
Despite being nearly a foot taller than Erika, the girl seemed to handle adults just as well as Emily or Melissa. She used Alyssa's height and dainty limbs against her. Erika got close, eating Alyssa's pussy out sucking and biting her breasts, neck, thighs and pussy. Erika let her dress fall to the fall as she pulled down her panties exposing a human size dog cock. The lipstick was out, but Alyssa didn't see the unusual nature of her penis.
Erika carried Alyssa around like she was an ant carrying a leaf, Alyssa's weight meant nothing to her. She dumped her latest mate on the torn dress and entered Alyssa fully.
"Ah" she moaned feeling it enter her vagina as her pelvic muscles gripped the shaft of penis enter her.
Erika was both repulsed and drawn to what she knew would happen next. If it were to be done then best it be done quick. She pumped hard and harder as Alyssa's body sunk under the weight of Erika's. The only thing that could be seen of Alyssa was her long, toned, legs wrapped around Erika and her hands as she dug her nails into Erika's back. Erika found herself roaring like a bull, despite her best efforts, as she shot her wad into Alyssa's pussy.
Alyssa climaxed as Erika reached a climax, the explosion of semen inside her was like a grenade going off inside her. Quickly Erika pulled herself out of Alyssa and her doggie cock returned to a harmless looking vagina with the neat trimmed pubic hair.
She grabbed Alyssa by the neck with the V of her thumb and forefinger. Held off the ground a completely nude Alyssa was shocked.
"See how strong I am?" Erika didn't even grunt.
"Tell anyone about what happened here and I will kill you, do you read me?"
Ms K nodded.
"You are now a victim of Zuchtkrieg bitch."
Erika wasn't lying to her.
Within half an hour she was vomiting into the sink. Then seh got home.
Alyssa was in her bedroom, wearing a black tank top and pair of black underwear that accentuated her petite shape, when she suddenly felt an intense tingling in her chest. As she looked down, she could see that her chest was slowly but visibly swelling outward, her breasts filling out and coming together in the middle to form a distinct line of cleavage. Cleavage! For the first time in her life she had cleavage! Alyssa couldn’t help but grin and lifted her hands to her growing breasts, watching as they steadily filled up her palms.
“Oh my god!” she exclaimed. “I actually have boobs!” She didn’t know why this was happening, but she was glad that it was. She stood in front of the full-length mirror hanging on her wall and admired her changing figure, bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet and watching her new breasts jiggle in the reflection. Her bra was getting tight under her tank top, her breasts now overfilling the fabric by at least a cup size.
“This is so awesome!” Alyssa cheered, admiring herself in the mirror. “I wonder how big they’re gonna—ohh…” The tingling in her breasts had now spread to her belly, and her hands moved there to caress her navel. Her lower belly looked slightly bloated, her tank top riding up just enough to show the gentle curve there. “M-my belly, too?” she asked, but the question was forgotten as her breasts surged forward another cup size, the bra stuffed and stretching around the growing flesh. They were at least D cups now, barely contained by the B cup bra that was squeezing them. The line of cleavage was getting longer and deeper by the minute, the too-small cups pressing her tits together tightly. But her breasts and belly weren’t the only parts of her growing; Alyssa’s thighs were thickening rapidly, her ass stretching the black cloth of her panties, her hips widening inch by inch. Alyssa turned and looked at her backside in the mirror with awe, watching as the gap between her legs closed as her thighs grew and her ass rounded out, becoming heavier and heavier.
“W-what’s happening to me?!” she cried. In her lower belly, a pressure was building; looking down over her growing breasts, she could see there was a distinct curve now, growing faster than even her tits were. With her hands on the bump, she could feel her fingers slowly being spread apart, her belly growing like a balloon being filled up with air. In the mirror, underneath her breasts which were now approaching double D’s, her belly almost made her look…
“Pregnant?!” With a deep groan, Alyssa’s back arched as her belly shot out another inch. To a casual observer it would have appeared she was about six months pregnant, her tight tank top rising up over her stretched navel. There was a growing weight inside her womb, settling deep into her spreading hips. It was good that her thighs had grown substantially as well, since they assisted her in carrying the growing weight of her middle. Alyssa waddled to her bed, hands on her back, and sat down on the edge, rubbing her growing belly with her hand.
She gasped, “Oh my god, I can’t be pregnant so SOON! It’s impossible!” She moaned as her belly surged again, her gut now a fully, round sphere in her lap. She had to be at least seven months now. Alyssa struggled to remove her bra, her breasts finally jiggling free inside her tank top. She couldn’t help but caress them, circling her thumbs around her thick nipples, watching them harden through the fabric of her shirt. They were ultra-sensitive with no sign of the growth stopping, even at their E cup size.
Alyssa felt an increase in pressure in her middle and moaned in both fear and ecstasy. As her belly grew, her tank top rode up over the expanding curve, becoming nothing more than a sports bra for her growing tits. Her belly was as big as a globe, she had to be close to delivery.
But the swelling did not stop. She grew past nine months pregnant, looking full term with twins, then with triplets, the flesh pulled tight over her womb. Inside her, there was a flurry of kicking, the surface of her belly bulging with the press of feet and elbows.
“Oh my god,” she moaned, falling back on the bed, her belly high in the air and her bulging breasts threatening to smother her face. “How many are in there?!”
As the babies ran out of room, the sides of her belly bulged, her womb stretching to the extreme to carry the litter inside her. Alyssa’s thick legs fell open, her uterus so heavy and full that she felt like she was going to deliver at any moment. And yet she kept growing, fuller and fuller, her navel stretched flat atop the mountain of her impossibly full womb. She squirmed on the bed, unable to move under the incredible weight of her belly. She must have gained over 100 pounds in the last thirty minutes, her body suddenly transformed into the perfect baby factory.
While focusing on her belly, Alyssa had forgotten about her breasts. They surged past the cup sizes, stretching her tank top to its limit, her nipples thick and erect under the fabric. G cup, H cup, HHH cup; she was blowing up like a balloon, her breasts firm and heavy, practically crushing her under their weight. There was a pressure building inside them, so full that she thought for a moment she might actually burst.
“I’m gonna…I’m gonna pop…” she moaned, attempting to grip her gargantuan breasts. J cup, K cup…
With a lewd moan, Alyssa’s breasts sprayed milk through her top, soaking her with creamy fluid. She tried to stop the flow with her fingers, pinching her thick nipples, but it only caused the milk to spray wildly. She writhed on the bed, her babies moving excitedly inside her, her belly warping grotesquely as they squirmed, her breasts gushing milk. Alyssa freed one of her tits from her top and placed her nipple in her mouth, suckling down the cream as it leaked out of her. Her guzzling only seemed to grow her belly further. As her breasts finally stopped spraying milk, her belly seemed to slow its growth and reach its maximum size. She released her nipple, panting.
Alyssa was totally transformed. Pinned to the bed under her womb, she was nothing more than a series of enormous curves attached to a girl. Her belly shook and bulged with kicks and movement.
“I’m pregnant,” she panted. “I’m so pregnant.”
Just as she was taking in her situation, something else began happening inside her. The babies began to move, even more now; they flipped and twisted, shaking her belly wildly, until they were facing head-down. The first baby sank deep into her pelvis, causing Alyssa to moan and open her legs wide.
“Oh god, I-I think I’m…”
There was a gush of water.
Labor.
The first child born in the Zuchtkrieg, or Breeding War, was about to enter the world.