Emily was a genius, her IQ was like greater than even Erika's. She had tried to avoid getting knocked up by Erika. She had made sure she was as infertile as a skeleton. But life is like a weed, give it a chance and it will grow. Now aged 12 she looked 18. She had been invited to a senior prom by the school's quarterback. She had continued to smoke her cocktail of chemicals that suppressed the babies growth.
Parts of it were hormones, stuff she would have found in the abortion clinic and other drugs designed to kill a baby. However she had realized that she wasn't fighting Erika or even human DNA. She was fighting something that was alien that had turned her from a nerdy pasty white ginger into a smoking hot ginger. This alien thing was catching up with her in the morning.
Having smoked during the day at night she popped some pills but the thing growing inside of her was like a virus or AI. It could learn and adapt. She had woken one morning with a terrible morning sickness and cramps. Another day she woke up with an actual baby bump. Nothing like Melissa's but big enough she couldn't wear her school shirt or skirt.
Luckily her chemistry set, access to her Dad's genetic laboratory and the cigarettes she smoked reduced the belly and her breasts from C cups down to B cups and her belly from the size of a partially deflated basketball back to her normal flat abs. While Ms Alyssa Kendall actually showed them what they were pregnant with. She believed that she had suppressed the THING growing inside her until she could catch Erika with Collette.
As the guy's date she had a fun time, drinking alcohol before the prom, having pictures taken at the beach near the venue, the rented limo including a stripper's pole. She actually wrapped a long leg around it and showed off her ballerina training. Emily liked the wolf whistles and she would have loved to lose her virginity on that night.
With her red win colored dress, red gloves, red roses in her hands, red opened toed heels it clashed wonderfully with her hair. She was on the dance floor when the lack of her herbal cigarettes and a week on no new symptoms. They were talking football, which Emily had crammed to get this date.
"Tom Brady is getting too old, I think the 49ers will win-"
"Emily?" her date asked.
"Nggghhh!" she moaned.
She clutched her belly mid-sentence as the THING would not be denied any longer. In seconds the fabric bulged as her womb filled with fluid and something moving. Her center of gravity knocked off balance she staggered into her hunky date. In moments her belly expanded to that of a woman near full term. Her breasts and hips quickly caught up with her new engorged womb as the fabric of her dress gave off a big RRRIIIPPP noise as it was torn from the V neck down the the split thigh of her dress.
As if my magic a heavily pregnant woman stood in the middle of the dance floor wearing a bra bulging with swelled breasts and a small red satin thong...