Although it was a struggle now that her body had become so swollen, Violet managed to get back to her apartment without incident.
As she closed her front door behind her, Violet saw herself in the hall mirror and gasped.
She looked almost comically bloated, her nine-months belly huge over the inadequacy of her jeans. She hadn't bothered putting on
panties, so her hairless lips were just visible under the curve of her belly, engorged and dark with the flush and exertion of sudden
reverse labor and pregnancy. Her small amount of pubic hair was hidden, but she could still feel the itch. Violet reached between her
legs to scratch herself, working around her massive belly with its popped-out navel. As she relieved her itch Violet used her other
hand to slide her jeans down. She tossed them in the nearby laundry room, noting how much broader her hips had been forced to
become and how much thicker her thighs had gotten as her body changed to accommodate Jen.
"But how did this happen?" she thought, completely lost and more than a little scared. "One minute I'm walking alone outside, and
the next...I'm..." Violet lurched as a sharp shock rushed through her belly.
"Pregnant," she finished her thought, unconsciously rubbing her belly as Jen kicked in her swollen womb. "I'm pregnant...with Jen."
She now noticed the tightness and discomfort in her breasts, and she removed her top (her bra and corset long since abandoned in
the laundry room) one-handed, her left hand still cradling her belly. Violet had never been particularly well-endowed, but she knew
her cute A-cups were well shaped and cuppable. Now, though, her breasts had swollen to large Bs, bordering on Cs, engorged with
milk for her new daughter. They were sensitive to the touch - as Violet brushed her nipples curiously, a tiny jolt caused her vagina to
twitch and moisten. Violet tried to ignore her arousal as she studied her breasts. Her nipples, once dark pink in color, had expanded
and turned a deep, dark brown. The area around them was reddening, and Violet knew they must be building up pressure - her
breasts were crisscrossed with a network of blue veins as they were pumped full of nourishment for her child.
It was a struggle, but Violet made.her way down the hall and into her bathroom. She turned on the hot water faucet on the bathtub
and settled down in it, sighing as she took the weight off her legs. The warm water crept over her genitals, over her belly and breasts,
and Violet had just enough time to shut it off before closing her eyes and giving herself over to a state of arousal.
She gently massaged her breasts, feeling the growing heat in her crotch, fed by the heat of the water around her.