As she thought back on Eileen's load filling her insides, and looking at her discreet pregnancy bump, Ty wanted so badly to touch herself right there on the bench.
She was about to give in to the temptation to push things further along, but practically jumped when her foster brother Dustin entered her field of vision, walking across the park with Eileen's voluptuous daughter Rebecca. He seemed oblivious to Ty, but Rebecca noticed her and gave her a strange glance, her eyes catching sight of Ty's erect nipples as they poked quite visibly through the thin summer dress, braless.
Ty felt a wave of embarassment wash over her, all too aware of her slutty demeanor, the wet spot between her legs, and the foetus in her womb. "Fuck, what am I thinking?" she castigated herself mentally and stood up, walking away at brisk pace. The lustful warmth was radiating from her crotch. She practically ran home, her hands over the slight curve of her belly, hoping no one would see her.
Closing the front door behind her, she rested her back against it; she could finally catch her breath.
"Did you mow the lawn and pulled the weeds like I asked you?" Ty heard from the next room and froze. Her foster dad Mark appeared in the hallway, his arms crossed over his chest. She felt tiny and helpless, but did her best impression of normalcy.
"Yes sir!" she said obediently, wishing to not attract attention in this very moment. There was a second of silence that seemed like an eternity, and Mark walked off to the living room with a grunt. Ty removed her shoes and ran to her bedroom, shutting the door and rolling on her bed immediately with an intense feeling of relief.
Looking around her, it did seem that reality had been altered to turn her teenage boy bedroom to that of a teenage girl. Taking in all the trinkets and posters on the nearby shelves, Ty considered the new memories flooding her brain, adding to the life she had already lived with that of the one she would have had growing up a girl.
Patting down her body as though to remind herself this was real, again she could feel her very tender breasts, and the small bump of her belly beneath the dress. She was in a safer place now, she thought, allowing herself to relax a little. It's not wrong of her to want to experiment a little, anybody would do the same in her shoes.
She let herself slip into reverie again, thinking back on Eileen's milf body transforming into the hottest dilf. Ty wondered what he was up to right now. Almost instinctually, she activated her power through her mind's eye to project her vision into Eileen's home, seeking him out.
She caught him in the steam of a hot shower. He may have been cleaning himself originally, but now he was masturbating vigorously and playing with his newfound virility. She could hear him as though she really was in the same room while he grunted and moaned. "Oh... Ty... Good girl..." Eileen muttered under his breath, his hard body getting close to climax.
Ty was not only watching and listening to Eileen, but it was as though she could get a glimpse of his train of thoughts. Affectionate thoughts of human connection, after years of loneliness. A hint of bitterness; how Eileen wished Ty was a little older. Dirty thoughts of pounding into Ty's body. Making her moan. Craving to fill Ty's fertile womb with his load.
Ty instantaneously withdrew from the vision, red as a beet and guilty of having witnessed something she was not supposed to be privy to.
Yet she couldn't ignore the pangs of desire stirring between her legs. Her lips and clitoris felt hot and puffy and wet, and the walls of her vagina were spasming with each dirty image reaching her mind.
She began rubbing her breasts gently through the fabric of her dress with one hand while the other reached down to her underwear, caressing herself through it. She was quite aroused by Eileen's fantasy. Focusing on her power and body, she slowly aged herself, but not the pregnancy.
Ty's body stretched a couple of inches, still keeping a petite size and frame, but more mature. Her features became a little firmer, her face less round. Her breasts grew past their juvenile state, heavier and spilling over her ribcage. Her hips widened to child-bearing proportions, and she felt her panties crack open, her firm ass expending. She discarded the shreds. Ty aged herself past teenagehood and stopped at 21, like a flower finally in bloom. The dress, too small for her size, was taunt over her curves.
Then she focused on her belly again, still caressing her breasts and her now exposed clit. She watched down her body as the bump pressed further against the fabric, getting to a four months pregnancy. She teased and rubbed her clit, eliciting spasms of pleasures up her spine. Writhing on her bed, she willed her pregnancy to progress to five months, and she heard her dress tearing apart.
The rush of hormones and danger only made her crave more; she wanted to get as close to birth as possible without actually getting a child. She didn't feel like this was the right time to be a parent, and she would never want to take this decision without Eileen's support. But right now she wanted to know what it felt like to be full and carry this sense of purpose, and doing it with her foster family around felt deliciously kinky.
Ty was rubbing her clit furiously now and tugging on her left nipple with her free hand. She was struggling to control her power through the pleasant spasms emanating from her crotch and chest, and the swelling of her belly accelerated. One, two, three surges of growth ran through her, and she grew huge, forced to lay on her side to accomodate her pregnancy. It was difficult to keep masturbing herself with it in the way, but she furiously quickened the pace, feeling herself getting close.
At the same time, her breasts had almost exploded in size, and just as she realized what was happening, her insistant tugging triggered her nipples to release her first milk. The oozing turned to a continuous, abundant leaking, and the front of her torn dress grew two large wet spots over her chest.
This was too much for Ty and she let her climax rush over her; lewd feminine moan escaped her mouth as she bucked on the bed, losing control of herself through the rush of endorphines. She let go of her clit and nipples and held onto her heavily pregnant belly, shivering in pleasure on her bed for a few minutes as she regained control of her senses. The inside of her thighs were sticky with her own juices, and her breasts were hurting and still leaking, nowhere near empty.
Sitting weakly on the bed, she looked down at herself and the mess she had just made.