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Her New Condition

By A. B. Taylor Copyright 2021 A. B. Taylor Smashwords Edition This book is for ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY. It contains substantial sexually explicit scenes with multiple partners and graphic language which may be considered offensive by some readers. All sexual activity in this work is consensual and all sexually active characters are 18 years of age or older.

Chapter 1

Ashley’s fingers swiped up and down the screen of her phone, her pink glossy nails pausing occasionally as images caught her attention. Skimming through Instagram, an unusual photo made her stop and study it’s content. It appeared to be a heavily pregnant Indian girl standing alone with a group of doctors wearing surgical masks. A caption read, “Rare Genetic Mutation Identified.” The girl looked to be about 16 or 17, and had a thin, somewhat plain face. She cradled an enormous bulging belly which must have been carrying twins based on the heavy protrusion under her sari. The small group was standing at the entrance to a rural medical clinic, its unfinished concrete walls juxtaposed with lush tropical plants in the background. The resolution of the photo was low, but the poor girl’s expression was visible. She looked forlorn and dismayed, likely at the uncomfortable size of her large pregnant belly. But she also had a downcast look in her eyes that suggested she had resigned herself to whatever fate awaited her. Gross , Ashley thought to herself. I hope I never become a whale like that if I ever get pregnant. Having just turned 18 the month before, Ashley was entering the full bloom of her beauty. 5’3” tall, she had lustrous straw-colored hair, perky breasts, and a thin waist that flared into wide hips. Her ass was fit and firm thanks to a disciplined regimen of daily squats. Thanks to these natural gifts, Ashley never failed to attract the attention of boys or men that she encountered. For her, life had been offered up on a silver platter, and she had become somewhat arrogant and vain. She ired her trim form in the mirror every morning and had even built a considerable Instagram following. With the image of the poor swollen Indian girl still in her mind, Ashley suddenly felt a sharp pain somewhere behind her belly button. "Ouch!" she thought. As quickly as it came, it was gone. It’s probably just cramps. Although it is a little early for my period... I’ll drink some water and that should help. Walking to the

kitchen, she pulled out one of the several artisanal bottled waters she always kept handly, and walked upstairs to get ready for bed. The next morning, Ashley groggily pulled herself out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom. She hadn’t slept well at all. A strange, vivid dream had troubled her. In the dream, she had been drinking a bottle of water, just as she had before she went to bed, but when she tried to take it away from her lips, she found that it was stuck fast. Water began to pour down her throat in an unrelenting rush. She could do nothing but swallow and try to breathe through her nose as she was forced to drink more and more. Her stomach quickly moved from uncomfortably to dangerously full, and Ashley felt like she was going to burst. In a panic, she looked down at her belly and could see it swelling from the pressure of the water. She tried to scream but more water just rushed down her throat. Gagging and choking, she watched in horror as her belly continued to swell. She had woken up in a cold sweat, and only been able to go to sleep after laying in bed for what seemed like hours. Ashley looked at her tired face in the mirror, and began to brush the stubborn tangles from her hair. As tired as she was, it took her several minutes to notice the unusual shape of her belly. Was it… bigger? Alarmed, she lifted up her shirt. There was an undeniable firmness which hadn't been there the night before - a slight bulge that pushed her tan, flat belly almost an inch outward. Feeling sick in the pit of her stomach, she began to panic. "Mom!" she yelled desperately down the stairs. Tears began to fill her eyes. “What’s wrong, honey?” her mom yelled back, concern in her voice. “Something’s wrong with my tummy!” Ashley replied and burst into scared sobs. An emergency trip to the doctor’s office had done little to relieve Ashley’s troubled mind. The doctor was a woman of about 35 named Elizabeth Brown. Dr. Brown was an attractive woman, tall with dark brown hair and hazel eyes, who always wore glasses and kept her hair in a tight ponytail. She had a reputation as a competent professional, if somewhat cold and

aloof. She seemed puzzled at Ashley’s condition, but told her it was likely just bloating - “water weight” as she called it. It would likely in a few weeks, and she instructed Ashley to make sure she wasn’t eating too much salt. How am I supposed to go to school like this? Ashley thought to herself on the car ride home. What if people think I’m preggers?? She began to think of anything she could do to reduce the swelling. Maybe I could eat less? Fast? Her Instagram would sadly have to take a rest until she could figure this out. “Don’t worry, honey,” her mom said in a comforting tone. “You know sometimes I get a little bloated if I eat too much dairy.” Gross, Ashley thought. That’s the last thing I needed to hear. Ashley’s mom, Linda Sinclair, was 48 and divorced. She worked as a paralegal at one of the city’s most elite law firms, Scott & Baker, which took up most of her time and attention. Ashley’s dad was living in Colorado and only visited at Thanksgiving and Christmas. He had “rediscovered” himself when Ashley was 12, a phrase Linda used to soften the fact that he was banging a nurse he had met on a business flight. So Ashley had become used to taking care of herself after school, enjoying a certain independence rare for girls her age. As soon as I get home, I’m going to do 100 crunches and get rid of this pudge, Ashley thought morosely. Without her body she was nothing, and she knew it. Weeks ed, but instead of dissipating, Ashley’s bulge continued to grow. She was in a crisis, avoiding friends and cutting classes when she could. She wore heavy sweatshirts all of the time, despite how warm it had become in late spring. Looking at herself in the mirror one day, she realized she really did look like a pregnant woman. “Oh my god, I can’t believe this is happening to me!” she said to herself, and broke into tears. As days ed, she began to feel a constant pressure behind her belly all the time, and each morning when she stood in front of the mirror it seemed like her belly had expanded more. She waited in agony for her next doctor’s appointment, which was in a few days. Hopefully they would find an answer to relieve her from this misery.

The doctor walked back into the room after what seemed like an eternity. Ashley’s mom Linda sat holding her hand as the doctor fumbled with her clipboard. Shuffling her feet awkwardly, Doctor Brown said: “Ashley, I’m afraid we have some bad news. The blood test we took has revealed something surprising. We’re still waiting for confirmation, but we believe you may have a rare condition called “ Megamaiesiosis .” This has only been identified fairly recently, but essentially what it entails is that you will exhibit the characteristics of pregnancy, without actually being pregnant. Your uterus will expand as if you were carrying a baby, only it will be inert tissue and glands.” Ashley’s shock and confusion were apparent. Dr. Brown sighed. Dealing with patients and their emotions was the most difficult part of her job. Medicine, she understood. People… not so much. “Unfortunately, there is not currently a cure… though there is promising research being done. The good news is that it should not affect your health in any way other than your appearance.” She paused, unsure how much to tell the frightened girl. “There is one other thing… you may receive some unwanted attention from of the opposite sex.” “You mean other than looking like a pregnant slut??” Ashley spat out in exasperation. Her worst fears had been confirmed. She was in shock, imagining her formerly perfect body being wrecked by this horrible condition. Dr. Brown frowned, put off by the outburst. “It’s fairly rare, but with this condition, your body could potentially produce pheromones which might result in increased negative interactions.” “So what does that mean, exactly, doctor?” asked Linda, concern written plainly across her face. Dr. Brown decided to backpedal. It was probably best not to upset them when the chance was relatively low. “Like I said, it’s extremely rare, so I wouldn’t worry about it. I just wanted to warn you in case any of your classmates acted differently towards you in any way...” the doctor finished weakly.

Days and weeks ed. Each morning, Ashley looked at her growing belly in her full length mirror and cried. She felt completely helpless as her swollen belly relentlessly expanded. She felt like a dirty little slut who couldn’t keep her hands out of boys’ pants, and had gotten a belly full of baby to show for it. Thankfully, her skin was still smooth and she hadn't developed any ugly stretch marks. Six weeks after her diagnosis, she looked like she was 5 months pregnant. Where she had been rail thin before, she was now more like a ripening fruit; the condition had swollen and filled her belly up nicely from the inside. She had also started to develop a waddle when she walked, a result of her shifting center of gravity. And although she wouldn’t it it to herself, her clit had become more sensitive - tender to the touch and quick to excitement. It was a horrible mix: she hated the feeling of being aroused, disgusted, and ashamed all at the same time. At school, most of her former friends were avoiding her, and whispered to each other in small groups as she ed by. She knew what they must think - she knew what she would think. S o she spent as little time as possible in the hallways between classes. During class, she had trouble paying attention and often found herself absent-mindedly stroking her swelling bump. Her belly button was also just beginning to poke outward, in what was yet another affront. Up until recently, she had been able to hide her changing shape with baggy sweaters and goodies, but now her engorged uterus was revealing her form to everyone. But it was the boys who were becoming the real problem. She had always commanded attention from the opposite sex due to her pretty face and amazing body. But now, the attention was becoming uncomfortable. She had expected boys to be grossed out by her condition, but it seemed to be having the opposite effect. She was constantly getting hit on in the hallways at school, and more than once she had caught a boy staring at her in class, only to embarrassingly look away and try to hide something in his pants. The first time it had made her feel disgusted, ashamed, and even a little scared. But now it had happened a handful of times and she was trying hard to pretend it wasn't happening. At her next appointment, the doctor frowned down at Ashley's chart.

"You're perfectly healthy, aside from your condition, but you're growing at a faster rate than I expected," said Doctor Brown. "How big will I get??" squealed Ashley in fear and frustration. "Based on what we know, you could compare it to a twin pregnancy, but you're already 41 inches at this early stage." "EARLY STAGE??" cried Ashley and buried her face in her hands. After an awkward pause, the Doctor cleared her throat and asked, "Have you experienced any other changes? How are things at school?" Looking up, Ashley calmed herself a bit and choked out, "It's been awful. The girls all hate me and the boys are all perverts!" "Hmm, I see… Alright. And it's just the boys who are giving you unwanted attention?" "What?" said Ashley, taken aback, "Of course. Not that I have anything against girls who… It's just that I…" "Of course, I understand," Doctor Brown added quickly. "Don't lose hope. I've just read a new journal article about some exciting research being done in this area that may give us a breakthrough soon." With that, she walked across the room to Ashley, and looked her up and down for a length of time that began to make Ashley slightly uncomfortable. Finally, Doctor Brown gave her a brief, awkward hug, and told her to focus on anything that made her happy. The obviously forced show of encouragement had the opposite effect on Ashley, pushing her further into hopelessness and despondency. She pulled her hoodie up over her head and walked dejectedly back out to the car, where her mom waited. “I look just like a preggo whore!” she sobbed into the mirror. “I might as well have fucked the whole football team!” Ashley’s self-loathing had only increased as her waist ballooned at an even quicker pace. Her belly was now truly massive, pushing straight out from below her boobs, pointing out in a gravity defying torpedo shape, an amazing parabola

of expanded flesh that curved gently down to her crotch. There was no longer any flat stretch separating belly from pubic area, but instead all of her torso was dominated by a perfectly smooth pregnant belly and distended belly button. She was positively gravid and felt uncomfortably full all of the time. She could have sworn she was carrying a full-term baby (or maybe two) in her teenage belly every time she caught a glimpse of herself. Leaning over to pull up her socks one day, she happened to glance at herself backwards in the mirror, and she could see her belly hanging pendulously down between her legs. Other than her massive belly, she looked almost completely normal from the backside, except for the faintest love handles that asserted themselves at either hip. Other problems were increasing as well. For one, she had developed a very peculiar and perplexing scent. At first she thought the smell came from some flowers her mother had given her to lift her spirits, but after those had gone there was still a definite sweetness in the air wherever she went. It was just below the threshold of being obvious, but it was noticeable if you knew what you were looking for. It was like flowers, or honeydew. Sweet and ripe. There was also an almost musky quality to it that she couldn't place. Leaning down to put on a pair of panties one day, she discovered with some concern that it was coming from her crotch. Ashley tried in vain to control it with some yeast infection medication, but that didn’t seem to help. She decided to ask the doctor at her next appointment. For now, it was like an undercurrent that spread wherever she went. I suppose it could be worse , she told herself. At least it doesn’t smell like rotten eggs or something. Pulling a large t-shirt down over her bulging tummy one day, she was ashamed to it to herself that she was becoming used to her current state. She was no longer terrified to go to school each day. She still mourned the loss of her perfect body (especially how easy it was to get around), but she cared less and less about what others thought of her. She was also surprised to find herself thinking about what it would be like to have a real baby. The clothes that she would buy for it, how she would care for it (or them). The thought didn’t fill her with as much dread as it did before, but with a kind of fearful attraction. Another interesting development had popped up. Ashley was incredibly horny. Far hornier than she would have thought it was possible to become. In class, she would fantasize about her classmates, imagining them touching her breasts, her lips, or maybe stroking her belly. She imagined her teacher,

unzipping his pants, grabbing her head with a firm grip, and planting his throbbing, swollen member in her mouth, deep in her throat. And then suddenly she would snap out of the vision and be horribly embarrassed. She hated these moments and chastised herself for the thoughts. She was disgusted with herself, and committed mentally to not repeat the thoughts, which she of course was unable to do. One day after school was letting out, she made her way to the front office in order to fill out some paperwork. Her condition had been shared with the faculty who needed to know, but the paperwork was still ongoing. The school bureaucracy didn’t know what to do with a pregnant teenager who wasn’t actually pregnant. As she was waddling slowly down the nearly deserted hallway with her bookbag on her back, she suddenly heard her name whispered from an alcove. Turning to face the sound, she saw a young man she didn't recognize, about her age, in a letterman jacket. “Hey… Ashley,” he croaked. She didn't know him, but obviously he knew her. He was facing slightly away from her at an odd angle, but in the moment this fact didn’t to Ashley. Surprised at the unexpected voice, she took an instinctive step backward. Coming out of the shadows, the boy quickly walked up to her and placed his outstretched hand on her taught, swollen belly. It was tight like a drum, and warm to the touch, stretching the fabric of her striped shirt. He was close to her, far closer than she was comfortable with. For a tense moment he held his hand there, feeling her gravid teenage belly quivering beneath his touch. Ashley was so dumbfounded by this development that she simply watched him stroking her. But she quickly realized two things simultaneously. 1) He was feverish, with sweat beaded on his forehead. He looked sick, and possibly delirious. 2) His jeans were failing to conceal a massive erection. His cock was obviously rock hard as it strained against its faded blue denim covering. Suddenly he placed his hands on either side of her rotund belly, like he was receiving a gift, and pulled Ashley towards him forcefully. Making a moaning sound, he began to rub his crotch into the underside of her firm belly as he convulsed and shuddered. Ashley tried to push him away, but he was too strong. Batting at him with her arms, the boy finally released a ragged, shuddering breath, and a dark splotch spread outward on the front of his pants. Ashley was finally able to break away, awkwardly waddling a few steps backward. “Oh my god!” she shouted loudly. As quickly as she could

manage, she waddled/ran the rest of the way to the front office, only looking once to see if he was following her. It was like she was carrying the world’s heaviest bowling ball in front of her stomach. Her gravid belly bounced heavily to the rhythm of each stride as she struggled down the corridor. Her heart was beating like thunder as she closed the office door behind her. She could hardly process what had just happened. Her first feelings were ones of embarrassment, violation, shame, and sicknesses. But… god help her... a second wave of feelings pushed to the front of her mind. She was stimulated, even thrilled, and filled with a yearning, animalistic hunger. She ed in surprise that her own crotch was nearly soaked. Her stretchy canvas pants were visibly damp, as she could see from her reflection in a mirror on the wall (she could no longer see past her enormous pregnant teenage belly). Her pussy was positively tingling and actively pumping out fluid. The older woman who sat at the office desk was staring at her wideeyed. As a bright red blush quickly spread across her face, Ashley absently blurted out, “It’s discharge. I’m fine…” and then turned around and walked quickly out of the office. Eyes darting left and right for any sign of the boy, she made her way into the open air, climbed ungainly into her car, and sped homeward.

Chapter 2

It was fortunate that Ashley arrived home when she did. The lurid scene in the school hallway had replayed itself constantly in her mind on the trip back, each time growing less horrific, until it finally consumed her with lust. Again and again she felt the unknown boy’s cock spearing into her heavy belly in its attempt to release itself. Whatever disgust she had felt in that moment was now completely absorbed in a frenzy of hormonal abandon. A small part of her brain was screaming that something was terribly wrong, but its voice was increasingly drowned in a deluge of sexual compulsion. Hardly acknowledging her mother as she waddled through the kitchen and slowly ascended the staircase, Ashley quickly locked herself in her room and sank into the bed. Her hand immediately found its way into her panties, where she began to vigorously rub her engorged clit. Moaning huskily, the sound of sticky slapping fingers filled the room as she desperately sought to quench her burning lust. As the wetness oozed from her tight, throbbing opening, Ashley fantasized about thick cocks filling her with their sticky cum, an endless series of spasmodic shots of pasty ejaculate coating her vaginal walls, forcing its way into her welcoming tubes and penetrating every nook and cranny of her ovaries with millions of eager sperm. Who it was didn’t matter. What she wanted was to feel the pressure of an uninvited baby forcing her young uterus relentlessly outward as it grew fat and pushed its head painfully against her cervix until she couldn't take any more. She wanted her smooth belly to grow tight as a drum under that heavy load, and to feel the shift in her already precarious balance as her strained stomach grew and grew to 39, 40, 41, 42 weeks pregnant with no end in sight. She craved to be bred, pumped full of frothy spunk and made hugely big and awkward with child . She wanted her strange condition to instead be a true pregnant belly so that she could flaunt it in front of her friends, family, and the whole world, declaring herself to be no more than a vessel for someone’s seed. She wanted to be a dirty little pregnant slut who had been knocked up too young, a stupid girl too ignorant to protect herself, and nothing more than a dumb baby making machine to push out child after child.

With these thoughts filling her mind, she exploded with a massive orgasm that seemed to last forever, encoming every facet of her universe. Some time later, she came to consciousness in a sweaty wad of sheets, her panties ruined with her own fluids. After sleeping through the evening and into the late morning, Ashley awoke to her mother's voice coming from outside of her bedroom door. "Ashley sweetie, time to get up or you're going to be late for school!" Feeling like she had just surfaced from under a giant wave, Ashley groggily pulled the covers down from over her head and assessed her situation. Yep, I still look like I'm ready to drop , she thought and frowned. Lying on her side, her belly dominated the queen size bed. Swinging her legs off the edge of the mattress, Ashley grunted and pushed herself into a sitting position. Her gravid belly asserted itself below her, obscuring her view. God, she thought, have I gotten heavier overnight? And she did feel heavier - and looked bigger too, if that was even possible. Suddenly ing the events of the previous day, Ashley’s cheeks flushed in embarrassment and shame. Not only for the sexual act forced upon her, but also for the thoughts and desires that had overtaken her mind. She could still feel them at the back of her consciousness, straining to come to the forefront. With increasing concern, Ashley hurriedly clothed herself in a pair of tight black yoga pants and oversized t-shirt. Even though it was an XL, her overripe belly stretched the middle of the cotton shirt taut while the large sleeves draped comically over her narrow shoulders and arms. Carrying herself carefully down the stairs, Ashley found her mom flipping through the mail by the kitchen table. “Mom, I think I need to go to the doctor,” said Ashley. “What’s wrong?” her mother asked, her eyebrows knitting in concern. “I… I’m not sure. I just need to speak to Dr. Brown and I don’t think I can drive myself anymore. I barely fit behind the steering wheel anymore.” “OK, of course. You have gotten pretty big recently. I’m so sorry, honey. I’ll call the school and grab the keys.”

Half an hour later they pulled into a parking spot at the pediatrician’s office. Ashley felt a bit awkward going to her family pediatrician now that she was 18. But Dr. Brown had all of her paperwork up to date and had always been kind, if not a bit clinical. However, her new condition made it more than a little uncomfortable due to the judging glances from parents in the waiting room. She could just imagine what they thought, her being a teenager with what anyone would assume to be an overdue belly. “Mom, do you mind if I go in alone this time? The problem I’m having is a little embarrassing.” “Oh, of course darling. I completely understand. I’ll be here in the car if you need me. I’ll just catch up on this book I’ve been trying to read.” “Thanks, Mom.” said Ashley and pulled herself out of the car. Fortunately the waiting room was empty at this early hour and she was quickly ushered into a room to wait for Doctor Brown. After some minutes, the doctor opened the door. “Ashley, good to see you. What seems to be the trouble this morning? I’m glad you came in, by the way, there are some things we need to discuss.” “I don’t really know how to explain it. I’m having… urges, and I’ve received some really…” she paused, not sure what to say, “ unwanted attention lately...” she finished lamely. After outlining her situation briefly, Dr. Brown seemed troubled and said, “There have been reports of hormonal irregularities associated with this condition, but I had hoped they wouldn’t affect you so strongly. If it’s alright with you, I would like to perform an ultrasound and take a look at your belly.” “But I’m not pregnant,” Ashley said in confusion. “Yes, but I would like to take a look at your uterus and see what’s going on,” said Dr. Brown.

Acquiescing, Ashley followed Dr. Brown into a room down the hallway with a reclining chair and computer station with a monitor. Lying down in the chair, Dr. Brown pulled over a swinging stool and gently raised Ashely’s t-shirt to examine her belly. Rubbing a gloved hand over Ashley’s grotesquely swollen belly, Dr. Brown marveled at what the human body was capable of. Simply amazing what we can take , she thought to herself. And this girl, barely more than a child, has endured so much. Her belly is absolutely massive at this stage. It really looks like she’s overdue or even pregnant with twins. And it’s all carrying forward, just jutting out. And no stretch marks. Simply remarkable . Doctor Brown gently rubbed Ashley’s belly, pressing at times into the firm surface, and stroked her finger around the hardened knot of Ashley’s herniated belly button. As she felt the doctor’s clinical caress, something began to stir deep within Ashley and she found herself becoming aroused. Her cheeks began to warm and she could feel herself growing wet as she imagined herself and the doctor together. A slight moan escaped Ashley’s lips as the doctor rubbed her torpedo shaped belly. Dr. Brown looked up, raising her eyebrow. After an awkward pause, Dr. Brown wordlessly squeezed some gel onto Ashely’s belly and spread it smoothly around with the ultrasound wand. As they both stared at the monitor screen, images began to emerge. Ashley wasn’t sure what she was seeing. Everything was fuzzy and pixelated, but she could make out some sort of black and white shapes, oval-like, and delicate looking. “Amazing,” said Dr. Brown. “These glands are extremely developed, but how they grow or what purpose they might serve, we don’t know.” “What does that mean?” Ashley asked, her pulse racing. Dr. Brown sighed. “There’s so much we don’t know,” she said. “But based on what we have seen from other patients with this condition, we think that your uterus is developing a number of highly structured glands. This explains why your belly has become so swollen. Because the glands are produced by the uterus, you appear pregnant, though there is no fetus. These glands are essentially little factories for hormones and pheromones.

That’s the reason why you may be feeling differently or why you may be receiving unusual attention from others. Normal glands, like sweat glands, are typically very small. These are far, far larger. You may have noticed an odor as well.” “Oh my god, that sweet smell!” Ashley interrupted. “Yes,” Dr. Brown continued, “Those are pheromones your body is releasing, and they may affect the behavior of others who come in with them. Largely in males.” Doctor Brown paused and exhaled. “Look Ashley. Here is what we know. These glands will continue to grow and produce more and more hormones and pheromones. The only thing that stops them is pregnancy or medical intervention. It’s almost like your body is evolving, in a sense. Your belly will continue to grow larger as it produces more and more pheromones until you attract a mate and are successfully impregnated, at which point the fetus will force the glands into remission. Obviously that is not an option we would like to consider. Instead, I believe a course of medication should put the glands into remission and return you to a sense of normalcy.” Ashley was shocked at the information the doctor had just told her. Evolving? Pregnancy? A mate? But even among these fears, she was elated at the prospect of a solution to her condition. And she was still also stimulated from the doctor’s touch. “I will immediately prescribe you a course of pills, which you can get once you leave here. Make sure to take them consistently and finish the entire course. Before I do that, however, I would like to examine your vaginal canal to make sure everything looks normal,” said Doctor Brown. Having Ashley remove her pants and underwear, Dr. Brown expertly split the legs of the examination chair apart. Raising the chair higher, she pulled her stool closer and put on a pair of glasses with a bright light. Tenderly spreading the lips of Ashely’s pussy apart with her gloved fingers, Dr. Brown peered deep inside of Ashley’s moist pink flesh. Ashley struggled to contain a moan of pleasure as she felt the doctor’s fingers penetrating her entrance.

“Good, everything is looking normal,” said Dr. Brown. “Wait... I see something.” Pressing her fingers further into Ashley’s teenage vagina and peering closer, she strained to determine what it could be. Ashley rolled her head back as a wave of pleasure rushed through her at the further penetration. While the doctor’s face was almost against Ashley’s body, a sudden release of pungent sweet air jetted out of Ashley’s vagina directly into Dr. Brown’s face. She quickly backed away, coughing. “The pheromones!” she chortled, choking on her coughs. Turning around, she hunkered over the monitor station trying to catch her breath. Alarmed, Ashley could do little but sit in her reclined position with her massive belly pinning her down. After a long pause, the doctor seemed to breathe normally again. Turning slowly around, she stared blankly at Ashley for a few moments. Ashley waited for Doctor Brown to make some sort of response, but she stood silently, staring at Ashley. As she was being watched, Ashley noticed tiny beads of sweat appear on the doctor’s upper lip and forehead, like she was fighting some sort of desperate internal battle. Suddenly the doctor walked over to where Ashley lay and placed her hands on Ashley’s enormously gravid belly. With a hungry look in her eye, the doctor stroked Ashley wordlessly. The sensual caress sent lightning bolts of thrill up Ashley’s spine. God, I want this , Ashley thought. Why do I want this so bad ? But even as she asked herself this and other questions, she knew it was the result of the hormones the doctor had mentioned. She was torn between fear and lust, but something had to give. She knew she wouldn’t be able to control herself for very much longer. The doctor, hunger in her eyes, bent down. Before Ashley knew what was happening, Dr. Brown began vigorously licking Ashley’s cunt, scooping her tongue in, out, and all around the delicate folds of flesh. As Dr. Brown greedily licked, she slurped up the sweet sticky juices now freely flowing. “Hrngggggg,” Ashley moaned in pleasure. As the doctor filled her virginal crevice with her rough tongue, Ashley’s head lolled back and forth. She unconsciously began to fondle her breasts and rub her tender swollen belly in ecstasy. As the doctor’s pace increased, Ashley could feel her climax approaching.

“ Uhhhhhhhhhh huhhhhhhhhhhhh !” Ashley screamed as she cummed into the doctor’s mouth. Grunting loudly like an animal, Ashley involuntarily thrusted her crotch into the doctor's face. Suddenly the world constricted to a narrow tunnel and then there was darkness.

Chapter 3

Ashley opened her eyes to the unforgiving glare of fluorescent lights. In a haze, she lazily rolled her head to the side to shield her eyes from the brightness. As her mind regained focus, she recognized Dr. Brown slumped against a row of cabinets on the opposite wall. Beside her on the floor were the contents of a cabinet drawer she had evidently rummaged through. The doctor’s head, cradled on her knees, looked slowly up. A thousand mile stare in her eyes, Dr. Brown said quietly, “What happened here cannot leave this room. If anyone were to find out… Let’s just say it’s something neither of us would want to explain.” After a long awkward silence, Dr. Brown unsteadily stood up, bracing herself against the cabinet countertop behind her. “Your condition has advanced much further and more seriously than I had imagined it could. In your present state, you are a danger both to yourself and others. Fill the script I wrote as quickly as possible, and quarantine yourself at home. We have to take this very seriously, Ashley.” Holding back tears, Ashley nodded. “I will,” she said simply. The embarrassment and shame she felt were exquisite. This woman whom she had known nearly her whole life had just felated her with reckless abandon, penetrating her most private areas with her mouth and tongue. And Ashley had loved it . She could still feel the slippery wetness of the doctor’s lips on her tender pussy, and the rough but pleasurable thickness of her tongue as it stroked her vaginal walls. Just thinking of it was making her hot all over again. Dr. Brown exited the room, still a little unsteady on her feet, leaving Ashley to slowly pull her yoga pants up. With her belly so large, Ashley was having a hard time reaching her feet to pull the pants towards her waist. After a minute or so, she was able to mostly cover herself, with a small patch of skin on her bulging midriff exposed. She walked slowly through the hallways,

cradling her bloated belly, past the waiting room and the leers of few mothers and children, and out to the car where her mother awaited. “Hi, Honey,” her mother said as she quickly set her book down. “That took a while. Everything alright?” Unable to tell the truth, Ashley calmed herself and said, “She wrote me a prescription that we need to pick up immediately. But it should help. She also said that I should stay on bed rest for a while.” “OK, well that sounds like progress. I’m so glad. You’ve gotten so big, I mean it looks like you’re really pregnant, And the SIZE of your belly....” She stopped when she saw the haggard look on her daughter’s face. “Sorry, we’ll head over to the pharmacy now.” When they reached the pharmacy, Ashley’s mom offered to go inside, but Ashley politely declined, saying she needed some time to process her feelings. When Ashley waddled into the pharmacy, the young man behind the counter looked at her with obvious surprise, his eyebrows raised comically. It wasn’t at all surprising. Ashley, 18 years old, beautiful, and heavily pregnant (or so it seemed) turned heads wherever she went. She had an amazing form. Her hips were wide and seemed tailor made to her hefty belly. Her breasts were large and firm. Her rear was impressive in its own right, and often caused mens' eyes to linger as she ed. But her belly was bordering on grotesque. Ashley looked ready to drop a pair of twins right then and there, and every movement she made cried out her state. Her sexy waddle showed off her sublime form - her hips swayed seductively, while her breasts and ass competed for attention. Her young appearance was also shocking in its own right. Though 18, she might as well have been jailbait for the youthfulness of her face, with her plump cheeks and an innocent, naive, or even stupid expression that never quite left her face. In short, she was the kind of girl men desperately wanted to fuck, pregnant or not. Ashley approached the counter and the young pharmacist. “Hi. How can I help you?” he asked courteously, his voice cracking slightly.

“Hello, I have a prescription - oh darn,” she said as she clumsily dropped the piece of paper to the floor. Backing up, she bent down slowly, giving the young pharmacist an exceptional view of her sensational breasts through the oversized neck hole of her XL t-shirt. Resting on the shelf of her hugely extended belly, they were plump and clearly bra-less. Ashley was ripe in every way possible. It took her a long time to bend down with her heavy belly, and he got a full view of the show. He could feel his cock going hard behind the counter as he imagined sliding into her perfect flesh. She smelled fantastic too - he had caught the faintest whiff of her sweet perfume as she bent down. Finally standing upright, she arched her back and held her hugely taught stomach with both hands. The pharmacist thought he might cream his pants where he stood. “I have a prescription,” she repeated, then slid the paper across the counter. “Um, yeah, I think we have that,” he stammered, taking the script. He glanced at it and disappeared behind some shelves. As he hastily filled the prescription, he couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to fuck such a beautiful girl. He could see himself forcing his erect member up her tight cunt as far as he could go, practically poking her baby as he thrust again and again. Then he would cum right in her pregnant pussy, and watch as his thick ejaculate slowly dripped out of her pretty little slit, which was undoubtedly close to being ruined by her baby’s (or babies’) huge head. He smiled as he thought of her tiny pussy stretched beyond all reason as she moaned in pain, living with the consequences of being such a slut as to get knocked up as a teenager. He darkly thought how fun it would be to rub his veiny, engorged cock all over the top of her belly as she struggled through labor and childbirth. Maybe he would cum on her straining, tight belly as she tried to force her huge children out. Maybe he could fuck her in the asshole as she dropped her shameful spawn... Unfortunately, in his reverie, he didn’t notice that he had reached for the wrong pill bottle. Instead of Dr. Brown’s carefully controlled regimen, he had mistakenly given Ashley 30 small triangular pills. The label on the bottle read: VIAGRA.

Lost in his thoughts, he bagged up the prescription and handed it regretfully to Ashley, knowing she would walk out of his life forever. She mumbled her thanks and walked slowly away. He sighed, placed the “Back In 5 Minutes” sign on the pharmacy counter, and walked to the bathroom to jerk off. The next few days were a blur to Ashley. The pills seemed to be having some effect, but she was hornier than ever and felt like she was losing her tenuous grasp on reality. Sex-obsessed, she lay in bed masturbating for most of her waking moments. Her pussy, though she could no longer see it, felt so swollen and tender, and was always wet now. When she did leave her bed, she ate whatever was on hand including frozen pizzas, leftover takeout, french fries, etc. Anything she could get her hands on. And she felt like her belly was getting bigger, not smaller. But the concerns she had about her new condition had faded into the background as lust and hunger took over. In fact, she was beginning to like her new body. She imagined her young belly filled with real babies, the sticky cum of boys having taken hold in her womb. What would it be like to know she was carrying children inside her? What would it feel like to have little feet kicking her, swimming around playfully in her uterus? It would be heavenly. By the third day, Ashley had entered into a complete haze of hormones and waking daydreams. Isolation in her cramped bedroom was driving her crazy. She felt compelled to get out of the house and get some real human . Staring blankly at her closet door, an idea struck her. I need some new clothes. I need to go shopping! It was a miracle that Ashley made it to the mall in one piece. Like a sleepwalker, she had slowly waddled down the narrow shoulder of the busy two lane road leading away from her house. A few distracted motorists narrowly avoided hitting her until an elderly woman took pity and gave Ashley a lift. Fortunately for the geriatric driver, it didn't appear that Ashley's pheromones had any effect on her. Perhaps menopause had turned off that vital part of the woman’s brain. Dropping Ashley off at the mall entrance, the kindly old woman said, “I’ll be heading back this way in an

hour or two. I’ll swing by and if you’re still here I’ll give you a ride home.” Ashley distractedly murmured her thanks and exited the vehicle. So by a stroke of luck, Ashley with her pendulously disproportionate belly, slowly lumbered into the mall’s entrance. She stared vacantly at food stalls, cell phone repair kiosks, sunglasses vendors, and a plethora of other shops and services as she waddled along. Nothing seemed to penetrate her mental haze until she at last stood in front of the Bundles of Joy Maternity Shoppe . Like a moth drawn to flame, Ashley entered the store in a rising fugue, hormones awakening in the bedrooms of her mind. She feasted her eyes on lacey maternity bras, curvaceous fitted dresses, stretchy jeans, and other tantalizing maternity outfits. Overwhelmed with the sensuality on display before her, she stood frozen for a few moments. "Looks like we're in the same boat," came a voice to her side. Standing a few feet away was a young woman in her mid twenties, with blonde hair and a pretty smile that showed her perfectly white teeth. She was also heavily pregnant, her large belly ballooning out the loose beige cashmere sweater she wore. She looked about 9 months with a singleton, but measuring large. She placed one hand on her gravid, taut belly, and carrying a large shopping bag with the other, waddled slowly over to Ashley. Stopping, she set her bag down, rocked back on her heels, and placed both hands on her enormous baby bump. “38 weeks,” the woman sighed, patting her large belly. “My first. How about you?” “Something like that,” Ashley muttered, entranced at the figure who stood before her, bursting with motherhood. She stared covetously at the woman’s swollen uterus, obviously heavy with child. She was feeding off of the woman’s glow, and could feel a hunger awakening in herself. “Are you carrying twins? Triplets?” she asked cheerily. When Ashley didn’t reply, the young woman nervously added, “I’m sorry, that's kind of a personal question.” “You’re beautiful.” Ashley said simply, with a smile now creeping to the corners of her mouth. The young woman blushed, a little embarrassed, then said, “Haha, thank you. I feel so huge! I just keep growing and growing, you know, and my

boyfriend won’t even touch me anymore! Ugh. I guess that’s why I’m here I've been picking up a few things to try and spice things up. You understand, of course.” Realizing how much information she had just given away, she quickly said, “Not that I’m saying you’re too big! Or that your boyfriend, or husband? If you even have one, I mean… Gosh, I need to keep my big mouth shut!” “Hahaha,” Ashley laughed, a bit strangely. She was mentally undressing the woman, imagining what she must look like under that sweater. “I have gotten pretty big recently, I guess. I like it, though. Wouldn’t mind getting bigger.” “ Bigger? ” the young woman asked, shocked. “ I feel like I’m about to pop at any moment - I can’t imagine what you must feel like.” In truth, the young woman felt a little sorry for Ashley. She was obviously young, the woman would guess 17 or 18, and definitely knocked up with more than one bun in the oven. While she herself wasn’t much older at 25, at least she had a steady boyfriend and a college degree. She couldn’t imagine what it would be like to be in Ashley’s position. The girl had probably trusted whoever had pumped her full of sperm when he said he’d pull out. Heck, the poor child probably thought the pull-out method was safe. Or maybe she was one of those homeschooled Christian girls who never got any real sex education and was trying to save herself for marriage. Which clearly hadn’t worked. The baby daddy was likely some acne-faced punk who had skipped out at the first sign of trouble, leaving her as a burden to her parents. And the girl looked like she should be in the labor ward instead of out shopping. Her belly was so large and forward, with an angry-looking outie belly button pointing out into space. She wouldn’t be surprised at all if she saw the teen clutch her stomach with a painful contraction, or even break her water right here in this store. Yep, those babies were really doing a number on the poor girl’s body. But she was pretty, that was for sure. She looked like she would be one of the popular kids. She was sexy, too, the woman itted. If she wasn’t so pregnant, I bet she would have her pick of any guy in her class. The young woman’s thoughts were interrupted with a sudden sharp pain, and she grimaced and held her belly. Ashley surprised her by stepping closer, until their bellies were almost touching.”Mind if I feel?” she asked, gesturing at the woman's belly.

A little surprised at the question, the young woman paused for a moment, breathing, and then said, “OK, I guess.” She had become a little wary of strangers, especially men getting a little too familiar with her since she became pregnant, but since this girl was also pregnant, she decided it must be alright. “My name is Mary, by the way. These Braxton Hicks! I know they aren’t the real thing, but geez do they hurt sometimes.” “Nice to meet you, Mary,” said Ashley, now actually touching Mary’s belly with her own in order to get close enough to softly rub the woman’s stomach. Ashley was close, and Mary could smell her perfume, a sweet flowery scent she couldn’t recognize. “That feels nice,” Mary said, as her cramped stomach muscles began to relax. A dreamy and pleasant warmth crept over her. "Mmmm." Ashley’s firm bump was warm against her own, and she felt strangely woozy as the pregnant girl massaged circles into her tight bump. “You know, you’re beautiful too,” she said without thinking, noticing Ashley’s youthful face, large plump breasts, and ponderous belly. “You’re carrying those babies so well. They must be so heavy.” "I'm not even pregnant," Ashley whispered. "Yet…" "Oh," said Mary, not really taking in Ashley's words. She suddenly felt an overwhelming desire to reach out and touch this beautiful teen and her hugely swollen belly. In a trance, Mary allowed Ashley to take her hand and lead her to the back of the store. They moved together in a bizarre procession, as if the overdue residents of a maternity ward were executing an escape plan. Ashley soon led Mary into a dressing room which had been thoughtfully outfitted with a plush, overstuffed couch at one end and mirrors on the walls. Ashley slammed the door shut and backed Mary against the wall before she realized what was happening. With her enormous belly to one side of Mary's equally swollen womb, Ashley leaned in for a deep, ionate kiss, which Mary accepted gratefully. Their full, glossy lips glided over each other sensually as they explored each other. Mary’s libido was now fully awakened and she began to kiss Ashley forcefully back, prompting Ashley to begin using her tongue. Mary could feel Ashley's large,

soft breasts pressing against her own engorged tits, and the girl's heat and steady breathing. Then Ashley's hands began to move over her body, caressing her hips, her ass and sides, and then her belly, nine months large and full of baby. It had been so long since she had been held like this, and her body revelled in the attention. She was also as horny as she could ever being, an exhilarating rush of sexuality that overwhelmed her senses and wiped away all her inhibitions. Ashley’s hands moved behind her back and unhooked her bra, releasing a tension which had been there all day, and her breasts cried out in relief. They had been so full recently, expanding more than a cup size during her pregnancy, and felt so heavy and swollen. She knew they looked great, one benefit at least to all of the extreme changes her body had been through. She even ired them in the mirror from time to time. And fortunately, while her areolas had expanded a bit and darkened, they were not the dinner plate size she had seen on some women. They were essentially larger, sexier versions of themselves. And now, her nipples were excited and hard as Ashley began to stroke them in small circles. Ashley grabbed her breast fully and squeezed hard, making Mary gasp. The pain and the pleasure mingled together were an extraordinarily potent combination. Ashley then took the heavy breast and put it up to her lips, sucking on the tender nipple. Mary felt a flood of warmth in her crotch. Continuing to caress her, Ashley’s nimble hands found their way down to her white khaki shorts, and before she could put up even a feeble protest, Ashley had undone her button and unzipped her fly. And then long skinny fingers were delicately stroking her pussy lips and clit. She moaned with pleasure at the sensation and trembled. It was the best thing she had felt since her boyfriend had filled her with his baby batter and left her in this condition. She bit her lip and focused on the sensation, realizing distantly that she was leaking colostrum from her nipples and could feel her shirt growing wet against her skin. Her crotch was also so wet that there was hardly any friction when Ashley’s middle finger buried itself up to the second t. “Oh God,” she moaned. “Oh God, oh God. Mmmhmm.” Ashley continued to explore her most intimate places for a few moments, but pulled out suddenly. “No!” Mary protested, but then Ashley was pushing her backwards towards the couch, until she plopped down heavily, dropping her shopping bag and spilling its contents. A few items rolled

across the floor: a small black cylinder of mascara, a jar or cream... and the largest dildo Ashley had ever seen. It was jet black, penis-shaped at either end, and as thick as Ashley’s wrist. Ashley raised her eyebrow comically, and Mary breathily managed, “I said I was trying to spice things up with my boyfriend.” Ashley smiled. Things were going to get interesting.

Chapter 4

The glossy black tip of the enormous dildo parted Mary’s vaginal lips slowly and sweetly. With eagle-eyed intensity, Ashley guided the missle carefully into its destination below Mary's heavily pregnant belly. The 25-year old blonde lay on the couch spread eagle, head thrown back, and held her 9 months pregnant belly with both hands, cradling its weight and the large baby growing inside. As Ashley applied more pressure on the ebony dildo, Mary's small pink pussy began to stretch to accommodate the absurdly thick member. Her plump pussy lips, engorged with blood in her erotic excitement, began to thin like elastic bands and grow white and taut. But the dildo became seemingly stuck as it neared the widest part of the rubber penis tip. There was still at least three quarters of an inch to go before the thick shaft could slide in. Ashley began to doubt whether Mary could accommodate the massive girth. Mary's face was a mask of concentration and extreme discomfort as her vagina was stretched hugely open. Her breathing became shallow and fast. Ashley absently wondered if this is what Mary would look like when it came time to give birth. How she wished that she could be there to see the baby's head forcing Mary’s pretty pussy to its limit. The pain was sure to be exquisite. The thought added new fuel to Ashley’s burning lust. As she imagined Mary crying and struggling to push her baby out, Ashley applied even more pressure to the huge dildo. Finally, after what seemed far too long, the dildo popped past the resistance of her protesting vagina and buried itself between her legs. "Uhhhhggg," Mary cried as the black cock penetrated deep into her tight pussy It's flared shape maintained pressure on her opening, but she was now lost in the ecstasy of the feeling as it filled her orifice with its meaty darkness. “God damn,” Ashley thought, “It must be poking that baby right now.” Ashley worked the black cock in and out, watching the movement of Mary's perfect vagina as it expanded and contracted with the shape of the huge

intrusion. Her eyes feasted on the sight in the lusty abandon. Quickly stripping off her sweatpants, Ashley moved herself into position to accept the opposite end of the double-headed dildo. Pausing for a moment, Ashley considered the logistics of the sexual act upon which she was about to embark. Each was burdened with a huge and taut belly, so things would be a little complicated. As long as their bellies didn't put too much pressure on each other it should be OK. Ashley eased herself up against the opposite end of the dildo and placed its penis head against her 18 year old virginal pussy. She had never tried something like this before, but assumed that her body could handle it. This is what she was made for, biologically speaking. And Mary had managed somehow. With the hormones raging through her, and the viagra she had unknowingly been ingesting for days, Ashley was sex crazed and desperately craving to be impregnated. And being with this beautiful, sexy, pregnant woman was the closest thing she could get at the moment. She leaned over, putting the considerable weight of her belly forward, forcing the black dildo to creep its way into her small pink teenage pussy. Fortunately, her juices were flowing like a river, so lubrication wasn't an issue. As the penis spread her pussy painfully apart, she sucked in a deep breath. Damn, she thought. God that really fucking hurts. Thinking to take a step backward, she tried to move her foot. But in the ion of the moment and with her ungainly figure, she lost her balance. Tripping, she fell with her full weight onto the massive black dildo. In slow motion, she felt herself being impaled on the humongous cock. Like Mary, for a moment she was actually stuck.The pain was nothing like anything she'd ever experienced. She was paralyzed with it. Ashley was certain that her pussy would actually rip open and she began to panic. But just as she was about to release a scream of pain and terror, the weight of her enormous belly forced her pussy to snap over the rubber cock, which plunged deep into her body. The dildo filled both women’s pussies with its imposing black girth and their sweaty bellies pressed together tightly. Ashley's tits dangled on top of Mary's swollen breasts as the two struggled to recover from their initial shock. Through her own belly, Ashley could feel movement within Mary's belly as her baby kicked in consternation at being so rudely treated. The

pain mostly gone, Ashley began to grind against their shared phallus, her eyes locked on Mary’s as her opening was being ravished by the monster cock. Bracing her arms on the back of the couch, she thrust her wide hips forwards and backwards as much as their huge bellies allowed. Feeling the gargantuan dildo force the channel of her vagina outward in all directions and violate the most intimate parts of her body was amazing. Ashley relished knowing that each painful shock and sudden jolt was affecting Mary with an equal reaction. She could see the poor woman’s lips trembling with each lusty thrust. For a few minutes, the two heavily pregnant young women fucked each other, their grunts and moans growing loud in their pleasure. Impossibly, they seemed to both peak at the same time. In a wild rush of hormones and sweat, they both forced themselves as far as they could up the massive dildo, truly stretching their already filled vaginas. As they came together, they shuddered, they collapsed on the couch side by side, their huge bellies sweaty and sticky with Mary's leaked colostrum. It was easily the best orgasm either had experienced. The monstrous black dildo lay on the floor at their feet, covered in the remnants of their ion. Unfortunately for Ashley, she soon found that she was not entirely satiated. Despite the pleasant warmth flowing through her, she could feel a lingering craving for something more, something more primal. She needed a man's touch. She needed to feel his warm sticky seed inside her, to know her belly was really swelling with child and not this strange charade or pregnancy. An idea began to form in her mind, partly guided by experience and partly guided by intuition. As she sat and schemed, she noticed a clothing rack in the corner. A few items of discarded clothing hung on the rack from where shoppers had left them. Grabbing a few pieces of clothing, Ashley stripped and began to dress herself. Mary lay asleep on the couch, exhausted by her exertions and snoring peacefully. 10 minutes later, Ashley was standing on the curb outside the mall entrance in a fuzzy pink bathrobe when the old woman pulled up in her car. Rolling down the window, she asked “Can I take you anywhere else, honey?” “Yes, thank you,” said Ashley. “Can you drop me off at the high school? I have a few things I need to take care of.”

The Milton High Red Devils were practicing their offensive line maneuvers in the afternoon sun while the cheerleading squad stood talking to each other on the sidelines. It was a warm October day with a clear blue sky. Norman Rockwell couldn’t have painted a better slice of Americana. Today was an unusual day, as the whole senior team and senior cheerleading squad were practicing for a seniors only game. Each one of them was over 18 years old and would soon be headed off to college. On the field, a lineman snapped the football to the quarterback who caught it with fluid grace. Just as the quarterback raised his arm to begin a forward , he seemed to freeze in place, standing oddly motionless while a slight breeze ruffled the towel hanging from his waist. The other players slowly ground to a halt, each turning to stare in the direction the quarterback faced. “Johnson!” shouted the head coach from the sidelines. “What the hell’s going on?” Throwing down his clipboard, he strode onto the field. But like the rest of the team, he seemed to become rooted to the spot, like some ancient creature trapped in a tar pit. Across the field, the coach watched with fascination as a shock of bright pink moved against the sea of green grass. “Holy shit,” was all he said as he stared at the approaching figure. Moving slowly towards the football team was the most pregnant woman he had ever seen. She looked like she was carrying triplets and was about a week past due. As she waddled closer, he noticed that it was actually a young woman, a teenager by the look of her face, which carried the strangest expression he had ever seen. Total silence extended across the field as every member of the football team and cheerleading squad watched in uncomfortable puzzlement. Ashley made her way to the center of the field, walking past the stunned senior boys. Taking a hand in front of her, she gently loosened the pink bathrobe belt, allowing it to fall to her sides. Like some sort of mythical goddess, she walked forward in an elegant, stately stride. As she neared the team, she allowed the robe to fall from her shoulders, leaving it strewn

carelessly on the field. Taking a final step forward, Ashley stopped. If the football players had been stunned before, now they were shocked. Standing before them, Ashley was dressed in nothing but a thin, lacey red lingerie set. Cupless, her perfect breasts basked in the sun. The bright red garment was stretched over her hugely gravid belly, a sensual and sexual feast that perfectly displayed her fertility and fecundity. It was shockingly out of place in the bright autumn sunlight. “Good God damn…” thought the Coach, and involuntarily moved his hand to adjust his growing erection. The cheerleaders whispered shocked phrases under their breaths and stared in bewilderment. For the football players, it was as if an alien had just teleported down from the sky. In the tense silence, Ashley began to stroke her tits slowly in circles. Leaning her head back slightly she moaned. Suddenly, with one hand she grabbed at her belly and staggered forward. A large and plainly visible contraction crumpled her swollen abdomen. She cried out in pain. "Christ, is she going into labor??" said one of the players. The coach began to briskly walk forward, unsure of what he was going to do but sure that taking action was the right course. A second great wave of contractions rippled across Ashley's hugely bloated belly, then she moaned as a jet of liquid sprayed from her pussy. The liquid covered her legs and splashed onto the ground, hitting some of the closest players. An amazingly floral scent immediately filled the air all around her like a miasma of fresh cut flowers. The lilting breeze picked up the scent and began to waft it around the field. One of the tight ends turned to the side and vomited, clutching his knees. For a moment, everything was still again. Then the quarterback dreamily pulled down his pants and started massaging his cock. which was quickly stiffening. One by one, the other players began to follow suit and moved like a wave of zombies toward Ashley.

Standing twenty yards away, the cheerleaders stood in mute horror. Breaking the silence, one of them screamed, "Brad, what the fuck?!" to her boyfriend, the quarterback. "What the fuck are you doing ??" He didn't appear to be paying her any mind however, and was now directly in front of Ashley, stroking his throbbing cock. Like a beast of burden who had been filled with a heavy spring foal, Ashley awkwardly got down on all fours, her huge belly resting on the ground. A huge linebacker, 250 pounds of muscle, positioned himself behind Ashley and slipped his meaty cock into her soaked pussy. Moaning while she was being fucked, Ashley began to fulfill her lusty needs as the football players began to approach her, pushing each other aside for a chance to fill any of Ashley's holes. In their excitement, several players had already ejaculated prematurely into Ashley's pussy. Frothy white foam slid lazily out as player after player pumped her full of baby batter. The coach was now in on the action too. His veiny, hoary old-man cock buried itself up to the balls in her no-longer virginal pussy, forcing the young mens' cum even deeper into her willing and super-fertile womb. "Uhh... What a fucking tight little pussy! God damn, you little pregnant slut!" he shouted as he rammed her again and again. "Mmmhmmm... garghgllell " was the noise Ashley made as she took another cock deep into her throat. She had already swallowed a few loads thick white cum, but it seemed as if these boys had an endless supply. The cheerleaders ran onto the field, presumably to pull their boyfriends away from the horrific orgy taking place, but one by one they too fell prey to the power pheromones Ashley had released. Stripping their cheerleader tops off and dropping their panties, they began grabbing cocks left and right and forcing them into their wet openings. All around, the students were fucking and being fucked. The girls were soon filled with cum from multiple boys and men, again and again, seemingly with no end in sight. Ashley lay in the center of the impromptu orgy, a cum queen covered in gooey white ejaculate. Her pussy and asshole oozed with trillions of flailing sperm, and yet boys still straddled her taut belly, sucked her tits, and

pumped her with even more frothy spunk. Insider her body, the multiple eggs which she had unknowingly released were being raided by eager sperm. As the football team abused her body, their sperm abused her poor eggs. She had lost count of how many times she had orgasmed, or how long the orgy had lasted. She knew, somehow, that she was well and truly knocked up, and she exulted in the feeling. She had finally become a perfect pregnant whore. Knowing that her body would demand this of her time and time again made the feeling even more exquisite. This condition wasn’t a curse as she had once believed - it was a gift. She couldn't wait to bear child after child and feel her belly swell bigger and bigger, ripe with life. She desired nothing else than to be constantly bred like a dumb farm animal. The pleasure she was now feeling in this sea of skin was far more satisfying than anything she had previously experienced in her “perfect” life. As popular as she had been before, it has been a hollow kind of existence. But now it felt like the most essential parts of her being were fulfilled. She had no doubt that her most important purpose was to bring new life into the world. And if the condition had been forced to evolve her body to reach that goal, so much the better. She rubbed her sticky hands over her enormous belly, basking in the certainty of the life implanted there. Looking at the other girls being bred around her, she hoped that they too would come to know the peace she had found.

Aftermath

Ashley’s quadruplets were progressing well, and the other cheerleaders were now showing nicely. Their previously flat stomachs were protruding with growing fetuses, and they carried the visible reminder of that memorable day wherever they went. Although still young, they were each impressively swollen. It seemed like their bodies had taken to pregnancy remarkably well, with full, milk-laden breasts, hips that had widened to make room for their growing bellies, and that pregnancy “glow” that every mother desires. They didn’t talk about the actual day much, however. No one really wanted to discuss what had happened or how it had occurred. It became an open secret. As their fertile bellies expanded and grew, the town seemed to collectively pretend it had never happened. The girls, however, touched by their experience, began to perform little sexual acts compulsively. They sucked off a trucker here or there, bent over for a family friend or step-father, or loitered outside of bars downtown, looking for a little easy late night action. It was almost as if they needed the nutrient rich cum to feed their growing babies. Ashley was happier than ever. She had moved out of her mom’s house after an awful argument one night. Now she was living with the head coach, and getting pumped regularly. She was feeling her large babies moving inside her belly as she took his cock for the second time one morning, when she thought back on how scared she had been. That seemed like a lifetime ago. Thank god there was such a thing as adoption. She was looking forward to many happy years to come.