The pressure was uncomfortable, but not painful, and steadily increasing. Rubbing her belly, Erika stopped for a moment to regain her composure. As the pressure grew, it seemed to push out against her hands. Looking down, Erika saw her belly pushing outward, pulling the fabric of her blouse taut. "Wh...what's happening to me?"
As Erika watched with train-wreck fascination, her belly forced the buttons on her blouse apart, showing bits of her swelling flesh. Tighter and tighter they stretched, until they flew arcross the room one by one, paking audible pinging sounds as they did so. Her belly, now uninhibited by the blouse, seemed to grow faster than ever. Then Erika realized her belly wasn't all that was swelling. Before she knew it, before she could even try on so much as a training bra, she had grown breasts, and they were pushing outward like fleshy balloons as if to catch up with Erika's belly. Erika's petite legs began to wobble, as she was suddenly carrying a lot more weight than she was used to. Erika leaned against the wall, her growth slowly forcing her into a sitting position. Just as Erika's thoughts turned to fear that she would burst into a million pieces soon, the pressure slowed, and stopped.
Feeling too heavy to move for the moment, Erika simply ran her hands across her newly-aquired form. Looking at her belly and breasts, a sudden thought crossed her mind. "I'm...pregnant!"