Marfa was thinking that if she ignored the baby growing inside her it would go away. She was watching a tennis match on TV.
Her belly was swollen just around her belly button.
Charlie noticed that his skin was darkening, a tingling engulfed his body. He felt numb as pins and needles seemed to separate his mind from his body.
Marfa was feeling horny, her big boobs ached and her nipples were as hard as glass cutters.
Charlie felt his hair growing darker in color and coming out of his scalp like bundle of rope, fortunately he was at home.
Moon came over to Marfa and started rubbing her belly. They locked eyes and Moon kissed Marfa, her tongue slipping into Marfa's mouth. Marfa kissed back.
Charlie saw his light brown skin continue to tan in the mirror. His eyebrows thinned as if they were a forest being purged by a fire. The stubble on his face fell off like he had cancer.
Marfa stroked Moon's hair. Soon their hands were touching the other's body. Marfa took off Moon's shirt exposing her small, round and perky breasts. Moon ripped off Marfa's white tee exposing her bloated belly and tits. Moon started sucking on Marfa's left nipple while pinching Marfa's right nipple with her free fingers.
Charlie saw his face soften as his nose became a cute button nose of Charlene. Her face shrank to the cute heart shaped face of Charlene.
Marfa had had lesbian sex, she tugged down the yoga leggings Moon was wearing, exposing thick pubic hair. She expertly slipped a finger into Moon's dripping wet folds. She bit Marfa's nipple as the two of them tumbled to the ground.
Charlene felt her neck go from hairy and wide down to the swan like neck that she normally had.
Marfa started rubbing her fat tits and belly against Moon, making her moan in pleasure as she guided the Korean to the floor. She pushed her lips against Moon's opening she rubbed her face on Moon's pussy, making her lover pant in need. Moon was paralyzed by lust and need that clouded her mind. Marfa slipped her tongue into Moon's folds. She arched her back with pleasure, her orgasms were quiet affairs, her face was more emotive than her voice but she was cumming hard. Marfa could feel it.
So could Charlene, she lost height as she became stockier and more athletic. Her skin having reached that tan that suggested a mixed heritage in her DNA. Her toned legs were still short, as the excess fabric around her ankles showed. She kicked off her clothes and stood nude waiting for the changes to ravage her body.
As Moon's pussy was being eaten out Marfa slipped her finger into a vial of semen that had come from Stacey. She snaked her bloated body up Moon's, she was a head taller and heavier than than the petite Asian. She slipped her semen coated finger deep into Moon's vagina, rubbing it against her uterus. Moon arched her back and moaned softly, her eyes rolled white seeing nothing. Marfa could feel her belly growing an inch as if sex with Moon had enhanced the rate at which she grew her child.
Charlene knew that something, somewhere else was happening. The nano-bots she used to corrupt her used global satellites or Bluetooth as part of their communication. She was on the same batch as what someone else was using in another part of Chicago. "Hurry up", she said in her husky voice, her flat male chest started to bud around her nipples. They grew larger and swelled with fatty tissue, pushing their way off of her chest to hang perky and proudly from her chest. Even with her arms above her head her boobies were more than a handful, they must have swelled somehow from last time. She was probably now a 32C.
Whoever had sung "Hips don't lie" was right Moon's hips were bucking like a wild bull as Marfa had her way with her rival. Soon the they were staring into each other's eyes, Slavic blue met Korean brown, but they were filled with love, for the most part. They started kissing like women facing execution. But Marfa's finger slipped into Moon in the middle of it. This time a high pitched cry erupted from Moon's body.
Charlene felt feverish, her body was dripping with sweat as her once muscular arms wasted away until they were Charlene's arms, hands and fingers. The only things that grew were her nails, painted blood red.
Marfa pulled her pants off showing the near trim of her pubic hair as she straddled Moon across the hips. She started grinding her pussy against Moon's. Both of their hips started bucking as orgasms racked their petite bodies. Marfa played with her tits and felt a warm liquid dribble out of one nipple. Both moaned and groaned as they scissored their pussies against each other. Their breathing became more rapid and shallow as Moon climaxed followed by Marfa. Their juices had mixed and the nano-bots in Moon's body were now inside Marfa's body.
Charlene looked down at her dark skinned cock and noticed that this looked like something fitted to Frankenstein monster. But once the others had cum it slid into her body like garage door into the roof. The hair retreated and became darker. Disturbingly quickly she was Charlene again.
Marfa had seen her belly as she parted her boobs grow. It had grown about another two inches past what she last remembered. She stood up and walked around, feeling pain. She guessed it was her sore body developing to a pregnancy that was happening over minutes instead of months.
"Okay?" Moon asked.
"Need to take a leak."
Marfa came back and her hand was on the small of her back. Pulling her clothes back on both women got dressed. Stacey liked playing them off against each other, she didn't want a threesome, Marfa had been slapped hard across the face when she had first made that suggestion to their mistress. Her white tee was exposed around her belly. Moon and Marfa started watching a movie that was streaming. Marfa tried to lie down but it was hurting. Moon with an ear open started to braid Marfa's hair away from her face. Moon's clever fingers platted Marfa's hair into two braids for the left and right side of her head. She had to pee again.
As Marfa came back she saw that her shirt had ridden up to just above her belly button. She gasped in horror, was she going to give birth tonight or worse today? The belly took over her view and Moon's as both watched it seemingly grow in real time. Soon it was past her engorged tits. She and Moon probed it, it was as taunt as the skin of a drum. There wasn't much fat on Marfa to begin with, the rapid pregnancy had razed any that remained. Marfa started to feel a flutter in her belly like butterflies but soon it became probing.
"My God..." she gasped in wonder.
She started to fart as the pregnancy hormones were preparing her for motherhood. Marfa felt like she was being poked from the inside, the look on her face was that of speechless horror, hope, something. Her belly bloated out to the second trimester and she had trouble getting off of the couch. Moon helped pull the heavy load up and navigated her to the bathroom. She was sore all over and nearly pissed herself but she got there just in time. As she limped back to the couch she saw herself in the mirror.
Standing before the mirror was a woman with dyed blonde hair in two braids, a shirt that looked like it was going to rip from the engorged tits and belly. Her nipples looked ready to punch through the fabric like a fist through paper. She saw the clear impression of a foot pushing against her skin. Her belly was out of her line of sight but the mirror showed it perfectly. When she realized that she was that woman she started to cry.
Charlene sat at her work bench next to her was a disassembled Chinese silenced pistol, three clips and a plastic baggie of hollow point bullets. The glitching that she had suffered recently between Charlie and Charlene was due to someone else using the same frequency as what her nano-bots was on. Like driving pass a radio station where the signal just hijacks your radio. She had charted each transformation as to time and duration before it wore off. But now she was going to end that frequency once and for all. Using her laptop she had traced the signal to a house that was registered in the name of Stacey Matthews. Killing a Fed G-woman was a felony but she was sick of this bitch.
She chopped her long hair down to a something that would be accepted in the military. Hair contained strains of DNA and she didn't want this body linked to any murders of Federal agents, even if humiliated and on unpaid leave. She would disguise herself knock on the door, shoot the whoever got in her way and leave. Charlene would shot the person dead and use the entire clip to make sure they stayed dead. Then exit the area. She pulled on sterile overalls, hairnet, surgical mask, surgical gloves etc. She assembled and loaded the pistol. Charlene then put it in a tight fitted plastic cover, that would catch any spent bullets. The bottom was open so she could change clips.
She pulled on a matching pair of black bra and panties. The bra was the only one that fit her C boobies now. She pulled on a washout and faded shirt that billowed, jeans that did nothing for her figure. A muted wig that suggested that her hair was a shoulder length cut. If she was caught she had an almost military buzz cut. If she turned back into Charlie and then back again to Charlene even better as the hair would be down her back. She lifted the loose fabric of the shirt and tucked the bagged pistol behind her right kidney. Charlie's dad Chuck had been a CPD Detective and so Charlie knew how to use a pistol.
The one that she was carrying was a weapon that her father had brought back from Iraq when he had been a Marine.