Marcy was asleep, the hormones, the sex, everything had caught up with her. She was exposed and sleeping on the floor of the house. Early afternoon and the sun was streaming in through the window. Marcy moaned and turned, wanting to sleep but slowly she started to come to.
As Marcy woke up she felt even more bloated than before. She went to turn on to her side and she felt resistance. Something was stopping her from rolling on to her stomach, something was moving inside her belly. She woke up screaming, looking down she didn't have to part her tits to see her belly anymore. It was about five months along. Her belly button was all but about to pop, the mass of her belly rose above all to dominate her eyesight.
However a friend of hers had gotten knocked up in senior high. She knew from that and life experience that her belly was about halfway along.
"Don't worry, I'd say that you are halfway to go."
See knew that voice, she was bi, the voice belong to her last girlfriend Hazel. To her horror she saw her much sexier female lover sitting on the lounge chair in bright red bra and panties. Hazel was a big woman. D cup breasts filled the old set of underwear that screamed she was a redhead. Her bra and panties were blood red, her heels were red to, Erika had even found the devil's horns that Hazel used to wear. Her long legs showed her full five foot eleven inches, without heels. She was a 35D and had traveled to Canada to get the surgery.
Hazel was a dominatrix, S&M was her thing. That's kinda why she had dumped Hazel.
"So you like dicks and vaginas." Erika sipped from her martini glass of red wine.
"At least I don't borrow other people's bodies. You bitch."
Erika threw her head back and laughed her tits bouncing inside the cups of her bra. Marcy felt her nipples go hard.
"You're the pregnant bitch. I think gays are brave because they are like a minority, like atheists they have a position that believe in. Straights are the majority, people like you are just without meaning and purpose. Sexually speaking you do nothing for society."
Marcy groaned and sat up gripping her spine. Her bloated belly made her sick and she paused.
"Ooh!", Marcy gasped, as her hands flew to her swollen belly. She felt something strange. At first, she thought that something else about her was about to change, but then she realized that that wasn't it... whatever she was carrying within her was simply kicking and rolling.
"I'm pregnant", she repeated in amazement. "Like... REALLY pregnant!"
As if in reply, another ripple of movement washed across her rounded form, and she watched in fascination.
"Wow and you need to go to college to know that?" Erika sighed.
For now though, she simply sat for a few minutes to regain her strength, and then tried to stand up again. It took several more minutes of effort, and a little practice balancing against the armchair, but she found that she actually could still stand and walk, although she had to move very slowly and with a distinct waddle now that she was so big and heavy. She hitched up her jeans and tried to button her green sweater around her tits and belly.
She know left her belly exposed and covered her tits. She was having trouble seeing her feet.
"You found something that allows you to take clothes and take the form of whoever wore those clothes."
'Hazel' blinked.
Marcy's dark eyes narrowed and she looked dangerous.
"I will tell you what my purpose is you little bitch. I will find what you are using and I will make sure that you and I are in the exact same position. I will do everything to make sure that you are knocked up and we are wheeled into the hospital with labor pains at the same time."
"Right now you are a ten year old playing dressup in a 27 old body."
"I'm almost 12." Erika pouted through Hazel's voice.
"I am 23, I have ways and means. I will get you before I give birth or after. You have given me purpose. Imagine what you would like if I find this stuff and put a nappy on you first."
"You wouldn't fucking dare." Erika snapped.
"Watch your back Erika, I will make you beg me for mercy when this is over."
With that new purpose Marcy left the house, Erika gave her five minutes. Then swapped panties of her 11 year old self, it looked like a thong. However once the salve hit it she shrunk down to her normal height.
Looking through the bushes of the abandoned house Marcy smiled.
"Gottcha."