Marfa's body had gone from 32-24-35 to 32C bust, her waist had swelled beyond all proportion and her tits were now triple her previous size. She was showering and she realized what a bit it was to do with this swollen, aching body. Underneath her swollen tits she had to lift them up and wash underneath. She needed to wash underneath her belly and she couldn't see her toes. That didn't matter she had a child and appeared about to be about seven months in. This child would be born in Chicago, she/he/it would be an American thanks to the 14th Amendment and she could stay as any baby needs their mother.
But her rivalry with Moon wasn't over. She wanted that bitch to suffer the same.
Having washed parts of her body that she couldn't see she noted that the skin was much more sensitive then she could remember. She felt like she was just a life support machine for this child. It was like some curse or cancer that had taken over her body. She turned very slowly. She looked at her heavy sagging tits. They were so bloated and tender that washing them was like rubbing salt into an open wound. Marfa's pink nipples had expanded and now were a chocolate brown that made them uber sensitive. She was gasping with pain and moaning with pleasure on a random basis.
The water flowed down her body and rested on the end of her fat nipples. It was quite strange watching them magnify her nipples through the water. She felt her nipples become hard and erect, as big with her thumbnails. They wanted to be played with and she had to ignore them as she had to wash. Marfa washed her belly, underneath the weight of her womb was her vagina. The hair there had grown with her pregnancy into a wild tangle that would challenge even an electric razor. Awkwardly she toweled off and stood before the mirror nude.
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. She was frozen by the understanding that she was carrying a living being inside her. As this moment passed she looked at her tits in the mirror. She rubbed a nipple between her thumb and forefinger, it was the size of a pencil eraser. While playing with her nipple, she was surprised when a stream of milk suddenly shot from it, smacking against her mirror.
She was hornier than bull, she felt her clit and it was damp, nothing to do with her shower. She probed her fold with her finger and started the slip her finger in, soon she was moaning. Her legs started to tremble, her breathing became rapid, she felt her orgasm building inside her ready to take over. She watched herself in the mirror and she started to spin out of control, the woman in the mirror was her and this set her off. "Oof" she groaned as she sank to her knees, in her bliss she resolved to make sure that Moon paid the price.
At dinner Moon had cooked a South Korea meal and had served it, with Marfa knocked up she felt like she was in charge again. She made a show of drinking wine, something that Marfa obviously couldn't do. But instead of looking angry Marfa smiled as if she knew something only Stacey and Marfa knew, not Moon. She started to feel drowsy and knocked over her glass of wine.
"I think I will just lie down for a while."
Her legs were wobbling like new born deer's. She collapsed to the ground.
Stacey considered the passed out Asian in front of her. Monn was on the ground, ripping at her dress she exposed Moon's puffy nipples erect on her slight chest. The scent of heat was radiating from her. Stacey drew closer, hypnotized. Leaning down, she started suckling on Moons's breasts. Moons's breathing became heavier.
Soon theywere softly rubbing their body together, almost floating.
Stacey's clit felt puffy and on fire. Her hips involuntarily bucked and she started rubbing against Moon's groin. Moon moaned softly.
She was not on the floor in the dining room, Stacey was in bed with Moom, coming back to her senses after drowsing off. She was crouching on top of Moon, rubbing her inhuman cock against her friend's wet slit. Moon had drool all over her breasts.
Melissa whispered quietly in Korean, she moaned under her breath, pushing her hips up against Stacey's erection.
Stacey let a low whimper came out as her hips bucked out of control again and her cock rubbed hard against Moon's clit, who opened her legs more in response. Pre was dripping down the length of her cock, making the area all the more slick.
Stacey's mind was blurry and she could not think straight. She had no idea what she was doing; her brain was focused on the now, and her body overcome by the imperious need to bury her cock somewhere warm and wet.
She lowered her snout and started licking again Moon's exposed breasts, the nipples hardening under her tongue.
As Stacey accelerated her hip thrusting, pleasurable tingles running up her spine, Moon arched her back in a spasm of bliss and Stacey's arrow like dick slipped into her sex. Erika could feel Melissa's walls wrapped around her tip.
Moon moaned even more loudly, opening her legs more. Moving her member around, Stacey slowly worked her way in, an irregular flow of pre spurting out. Her cock was huge but Moon was so turned on that she was sufficiently relaxed to welcome her in.
Letting her instincts take over, Stacey began thrusting back and forth. Her length was filling Moon who was tightening around her in pleasure as Erika was slamming her cock against the entrance of her sex.
Moon wrapped her legs around Stacey's body and puller her in a tight embrace. Stacey pushed her cock hard against Moon and her friend's lubricated sex swallowed it whole, pulling her whole fat member deep inside.
Moon's walls contracted in pleasure and stimulated Stacey's cock in response, making it buzz from bliss. A spasm ran through her member and she felt it harden more, her cock swelling to its maximum. Stacey could tell she could not dig any further. She tried pulling back a little, but the cock was too big. It. Was. Stuck.
The pulling and pushing around made Moon whimper a little louder and she bit her lips to keep quiet. Her walls were spasming around the cock, making Stacey's hips buck involuntarily again as she panted with her tongue lolled out. She could not control herself at this point.
Her balls felt huge and so painfully full of seed, drawing closer to her body. Stacey thrusted harder into Moon, rubbing her hard cock inside her. As she accelerated, Moon clenched her legs around Stacey's huge member and both came hard.
Stacey felt a rush of semen burst into Moon's insides, and the latter bit her pillow to muffle a lewd cry. Stacey's hips were bucking wildly as more seed gushed out of her and into Melissa. Her cock did not stop spasming; on the contrary, her balls kept churning and inflated more, producing a superior amount of cum on the spot.
Stacey could not hinder the never ending surge of semen she was overflowing with, and her climax had still not died down. She let out a low groan as her throbbing cock kept bursting with seed, filling Moon.
The more Stacey was trying to pull back and the harder she came, her member twitching inside Moon's pussy, whose tummy was starting to swell. Finally after a few minutes the spasms died down, and Stacey's cock slid out with a pop, oozing one last discharge of cum on Moon's full belly. The substance seemed to soak through her skin and into her body. A couple of seconds later Moon started to feel a tingling sensation in her toned stomach. This tingling soon escalated into a throbbing pressure, but the drink meant she would remember a thing.
A tingle ran through Stacey's spine and she felt her bones beginning to shift back. Her cock became a vagina.
When she woke up the next morning and her pussy ached. Had they drugged her? Had they put something inside her. She groaned as she pulled herself to her feet when she suddenly felt sick, she rushed to the toilet and vomited the contents of last night's meal. She sat on the floor for a couple of minutes before the sickness passed. She pulled her self up, she was wearing her pajamas, not the slinky green dress she had worn last night. White shorts and lacy top that had no bra on, showing the dark highlight of her nipples. But she didn't feel sexy she felt hungover and feverish. Sick she was headed back to her bedroom when she felt sick, she doubled over in pain.
She cursed in Korean as pain hit her stomach, tears rolled down her eyes. It was as if a surgeon was cutting her open without anesthetic. She started to convulse with the pain on her bed. Suddenly it was gone, she was sweaty, her see through nightshirt stuck to her body with sweat. Moon was short of breath as she felt something in her stomach, she lifted her up and top and pulled down her shorts to her pubic mound. She saw a small rise on an otherwise flat stomach. It felt like ants crawling over her skin and she scratched at it with her nails but to no relief.
The rise started to grow and she thought of a flat tire being filled with air. Soon the bump moved clear from her otherwise flat stomach and started to take shape. She touched it and probed it but it felt like it was filling with water and not air. There was little give. Sitting on the corner of the bed Moon watched in silent horror as the belly expanded filling her lap. She pushed against it trying to push the bump back into her, she even tried to stop breathing but it kept growing. Soon it filled her lap and made the fingers of her hands cradling it spread as it grew. A flurry of kicks and punches seemed to come from inside her, she knew know what Stacey and Marfa had done, she had seen it with Marfa.
But she was only 18, she didn't want a baby yet. Too soon, too young, too much. The nano-bots accelerating her pregnancy didn't consult with her they just followed their programing with concern or conscience. A kick to her bladder almost made her pee herself. Her belly had swelled to maybe seven months but with twins. Her small frame was much more abused then Marfa who was taller and stronger. Her petite ass was forced into the mattress springs that groaned in protest. Moon feared even if it stopped she could never get up again. She was like a tire about to burst. Calling on her remaining strength she undertook the near impossible task of standing up. Her belly had pushed her shorts down and her top up.
She staggered under the weight as the center of gravity was knocked off balance by her belly. It was fat yo yo swinging in strange directions. She felt a tug forward, then she staggered back the an urge to go to her left. Her ankles started to swell to take some of the pressure off her load. Her poor slight Korean frame now had a disproportionately large belly grafted onto it. She waddled, the only way to carry such a load, as if she had a record winner watermelon in her stomach.
Her breasts jiggled and bounced like two people punching each other, trading blows, busing her ribs in the process. Combined with the kicking, punching and rolling inside her belly she felt utterly fucked up. She collapsed onto the couch and sat there panting. Her lungs felt like there were in a vice thanks to the weight of her womb. She sat and cried softly until the twins rested.
She leaned for the phone, nearly crushing her heart and lungs, to use the McDonald's app. She ordered everything she could from the breakfast menu, bacon, waffles, coffee, muffins, eggs. The food came and she ate like she had been on a hunger strike. Smearing her white top with all sorts of toppings, mustard, tomato sauce, BBQ sauce and so on. Once full she noticed that her breasts were larger, an A cup before they were bigger as she took of her wet, stained top and threw it to the ground. Her breasts were about the Kiwi fruit to those of small apples, so maybe C cups?
Moon played with her breasts, trying to keep her mind off of the bulging belly.
The nipples were much darker now, puffy and when she gently squeezed one a clear liquid came out. Her boobies were bigger, but also firmer. Not taunt like the skin of her belly, they yielded a bit to the touch but she had no doubt she was pregnant and they were there to produce milk for what was growing inside her belly. She had been punished for telling Marfa about her abortion. Her hips had widened and her ass and ankles were either swollen or plumper. She guessed to making carrying a baby easier on her body. She needed to have an ultrasound, she pulled on a black bralette, jeans slung low on her hips and a coat. She put on a pair of shades. Moon waddled over to the mirror and saw that her belly button had popped over, what could she do?
As she waddled down the street she came across someone who was wearing white platforms, tight jeans and a shirt that somehow seemed off. Like she didn't know how to dress. The other thing in the back of Moon's mind was something Stacey had said about an enemy who was a woman but was half black/half white. The woman had a lighter skin tone, the hue was more like Moon's, but her curly hair strongly indicated that she had African DNA. Most strangely of all she carried a duffel bag as if coming home from the gym.