Abstinence, Part 9

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Summary: Cara, a 20-year-old college student, had the wildest night of her life. Unbeknownst to her, she has been impregnated by an alien species. The alien grows and feeds off of arousal, so any time she get aroused, the alien grows. The alien has a 12-month gestation period and Cara must try her best to abstain from any sexual activities or anything that arouses her. The amount of arousal will affect size of the alien offspring, but it will still take 12-months until birth. Idea submitted by Jacob.
Contains: Female: belly expansion, alien pregnancy, breast expansion, stuffing, lactation, and more.

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Amber couldn’t stop smiling as Cara chomped her way through several more burgers.

“Stop looking at me,” Cara reprimanded. “Keep your eyes on the road.” She playfully swatted Amber’s right arm away as it wandered closer.

Both women laughed as Amber reluctantly placed her right hand on the steering wheel to join the left one there. Cara’s mood was lifting significantly as they cruised aimlessly around town.

“So, what really happened?” Amber drawled. “With your roommate? You two got into a fight?”

Cara drew a deep breath. As much as it angered her, she might as well get it off her chest.

She told Amber about her recent confrontation with Jessica; how Jessica had done nothing but scream and berate Cara after Cara had done something so bold as to step out of her own bedroom.

Amber’s face hardened, her languid smile now replaced with a scowl. “Oh,” she said.

Cara gasped as the car swerved roughly. “Easy!” Cara yelped as she braced herself against the passenger door to keep herself upright. It wasn’t as though the seatbelt fit around her anymore.

“Sorry,” Amber said as she completed the abrupt U-turn, the nearby cars honking and veering to avoid Amber’s erratic maneuvers. And Amber was still accelerating.

“Where are we going?” Cara stammered.

But it quickly became clear where Amber was headed: straight for Cara’s apartment.

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“Amber,” Cara pleaded, again trying to talk down the redhead. They had arrived at Cara’s building and Amber was marching toward Cara’s front door. Cara pursued Amber with an awkward waddle, but she remained several paces behind her. “Hold on for a second!” Cara gasped out. She wondered if she had locked the door when she had left. Not likely. After all, she had been furious.

Cara felt the blood draining from her face as she watched Amber burst through the door. She knew that Amber had served jail time at some point…just what was she capable of?

And what was it that Amber had pulled out of her backpack in the backseat of the car? Cara had been slow in her struggling and fumbling to get her huge body out of the vehicle. She had not been paying proper attention to whatever Amber had retrieved then tucked into her leather jacket.

There was a banging noise from the apartment. Gasping for breath, Cara arrived at the open doorway, seconds belated to the scene. “Let’s all just chill out!” Cara wheezed, leaning on the doorframe for balance.

Surprisingly, no one was in the living room area or the kitchenette, but Jessica’s bedroom door was uncharacteristically open.

“That’s it, I’m out!” someone shouted. Seconds later, the jock guy from before ran out of Jessica’s room, still in nothing but briefs, but now clutching a pair of pants. Cara barely managed to shift her belly out of the way as the guy left the apartment.

“Amber?” Cara said uneasily. “Jessica?”

“Right here,” Amber said gruffly as she too walked out of Jessica’s room, and she was dragging Jessica along by her blonde hair. Amber’s free hand was still clutching whatever bulky thing she was trying to hide in her jacket, and Cara’s heart sank as she realized what it was.

“Jesus fuck, what the fuck!” Jessica shrieked as she writhed and struggled to get her hair untangled from Amber’s fingers.

Amber threw Jessica onto the ground. Jessica scrambled up, still in just her underwear. Her eyes darted warily between Amber and Cara, her face pink and livid.

“Who the fuck are you? Get out of my apartment! I’m calling the police!” Jessica practically dove for her phone on the kitchen counter, her thumbs desperately dialing numbers.

“Let’s just go,” Cara pleaded to Amber as she rubbed her belly, her insides lurching restlessly.

Amber pulled a metal baseball bat out from under her jacket. Jessica screamed, her phone clattering to the floor. As Amber came at her swinging, Jessica continued to shriek and dodge, knocking over various kitchen appliances. Amber unintentionally hit the counter, denting and splintering the plaster.

“For fuck’s sake!” Cara cried, struggling to waddle over. She tried to grab hold of Amber’s arm, but Amber hardly noticed. Cara nearly toppled when Amber’s shoulder knocked against her.

Jessica had dissolved to tears, pleading and blubbering as she cowered down on the floor. Cara tried her best to get between the two other women. “Stop it!” she said, grabbing hold of Amber’s bat. Then she looked down at Jessica. “This is so stupid, this has to sto—”

Cara’s eyes went wide as her jutting belly tensed oddly and squeezed a little in on itself, causing her insides to heave, something rushing up her throat.

Before she could get a hold of herself, her mouth opened, and she started to puke…light? A bright beam of light showered down on Jessica, just for a moment, then Cara closed her mouth. She would not have been sure any of that had actually happened, were it not for the stunned looks both Jessica and Amber were sending her way.

After several seconds, Jessica climbed unsteadily to her feet. “What the fuck,” she repeated, as she looked at Cara and Amber in disgust. Jessica stepped forward, her fury growing. “You two are complete freaks! My dad’s a lawyer! I swear to god, I…” Jessica trailed off as a dazed look came over her face. Her eyes rolled upward, and she collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

Cara and Amber blinked at each other, dumbfounded.

There was the faint sound of police sirens which were getting louder by the second.

“Shit, let’s get out of here,” Amber said, dropping her bat. She helped Cara toward the door.

It took only a moment for them to make it to the car. They passed two police cars as they sped off in the opposite direction.

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“You gotta admit, it was kind of fun,” Amber said.

“It was kind of insane,” Cara retorted.

Cara did admittedly feel a lot better, her confrontation with Jessica earlier in the day all but forgotten.

Still, Amber’s behavior back there had just been nuts. And what was up with that weird light that had come out of Cara’s mouth? And then Jessica randomly fainting?

Cara just hoped that Jessica wasn’t, like, dead or something. And if she was…well, Cara just hoped that her next roommate was a little more down to earth.

“What do you think of this one?” Amber said as she held up a large white top.

“You think it’ll fit me?” Cara said dubiously.

“They said all this stuff is in their biggest sizes. For women at term with twins,” Amber assured.

“Amber…”

They had gone to the mall, figuring that shopping was a welcome change to armed assault. They were crammed in a fitting room of a maternity store as they went through the pile of clothes Amber snatched off the racks for Cara to try on.

Cara was slumped on the bench there, still trying to catch her breath following the recent events. Her belly was sitting heavily on her spread thighs as she massaged and frowned down at the huge orb that made her look like she would pop out quads at any moment. Her plump breasts were shelved atop her breasts, nipples achy and tingling as they bulged against what had been rendered a belly shirt. God, her tits were the size of fucking cantaloupes. “I don’t think I have the energy,” Cara admitted, still rubbing her swell.

“You’re not getting out of this. You said it yourself: you need clothes.” Amber grabbed Cara’s arms, helping haul Cara up. “Try this one.”

Amber helped Cara try on a variety of outfits. Some were actually cute. But nothing fit.

Cara grunted as Amber tried to zip her into the latest dress, the fabric stiff and unyielding. “Amber…” Cara panted, flushed. “This isn’t…working.”

“Oh, stop being such a pessimist,” Amber said, seeming amused by the impromptu fashion show.

Cara grimaced as Amber forced the zipper up another notch. It really was a nice piece. A maternity tube dress that didn’t go down nearly far enough on Cara, but there were always leggings.

There was a tearing noise, and both women froze.

“Fuck,” Cara breathed, just before the zipper burst apart, her belly seeming to bounce as it was freed. Cara leaned on the wall to stay balanced.

There was a sharp knocking on the door. “What’s going on in there?” one of the store workers called. “Get out of there! You’ve been in there for an hour!”

Amber quickly pulled the torn dress off Cara, burying it in the large pile of rejected clothing.

“This was pointless,” Cara said weakly.

“Well, it was fun,” Amber countered.

Cara gave her an incredulous look as she struggled her way back into her pink T-shirt-turned-belly-shirt, and then crammed her backside into her jean shorts. The fly was not any closer to closing either.

“Shit, did we leave the sweatpants in the car?” Cara said. Amber handed her a sweatshirt to wrap around her hips for the time being.

When they left the fitting room, Cara was surprised to see that Amber had chosen a couple of pieces to take to the register for purchase.

“Seriously?” Cara said, ignoring the stares of store clerks and patrons, accustomed to the attention by then. “Nothing here fits me.”

“Who says it’s for you?” Amber responded with a wink.

Cara snorted. “Yeah, okay,” she said sarcastically as she eyed the tight jumpsuit Amber was wearing that day. She didn’t think that anything in that store was particularly Amber’s style.

Amber blew a kiss before she walked up to the register.

Cara’s eyes wandered. Her belly shivered a bit, causing her to clutch it, her face twisting as she rubbed it firmly with the heels of her hands, the lurching movements inside getting stronger than ever.

She saw something on a shelf that gave her pause, her cheeks reddening.

Breast pumps.

Cara tore her eyes away. Just another issue she couldn’t deal with right now.

“Ready?” Amber asked as she returned with a little shopping bag in hand.

Cara was glad Amber had taken off her leather jacket. Her tits looked great with those spaghetti straps and the jumpsuit’s deep V-neck that showed off her cleavage. God, Amber’s body was fucking perfect.

“Yeah,” Cara breathed, as they headed, slowly, for the door. Amber seemed to relish all the attention they were getting. Cara just wanted to get off her feet.

Cara gave a relieved sigh once she had sat back in the passenger seat. “Well, at least you got something,” she remarked, as Amber started the car. Cara pulled out her phone and started browsing the web for custom clothes-makers. She wasn’t particularly hopeful about finding much. But it wasn’t a big deal.

“My cousin is a designer. I’m sure she could hook you up,” Amber said as she pulled out of the parking spot.

Cara perked up at this. “Really?”

“Really,” Amber responded, flashing a grin.

“Fuck, you’re incredible.” Cara feared she was rapidly falling for the other girl.

“Oh, I know,” Amber responded cheekily.

Cara sank back in her seat, closing her eyes, her face plastered with a sleepy smile. But then a thought occurred to her, causing her to open her eyes again. “Wait, why didn’t you mention that before…” She motioned vaguely at the mall, the Mommy Madness storefront rapidly retreating as Amber drove down the road.

Lips wry, Amber just shrugged a shoulder. In response, Cara rolled her eyes.

“Where to next?” Cara asked.

“Well I have work. And you should probably get some rest.”

Cara only then registered how the sky had dimmed, the sun no longer visible as it had already dipped under the horizon. She pouted.

“But we didn’t even get to have any fun,” Cara whined, not even sure that “fun” would be advisable. She just knew how desperate she felt when Amber was around. How hot and needy, how her body thrummed when Amber so much as touched her.

“Tomorrow. I promise,” Amber assured, as she pulled off the main road, now driving toward the dive bar where she worked.

“Maybe I can hang out-” Cara started.

“Jonathan wants me in the back doing some inventory shit,” Amber cut her off. The car had pulled up to a curb, and as Cara looked out the window, she realized that they had reached the bar. “Besides, you look exhausted.”

“I can help, I mean…” Cara knew she was being pathetic.

Then Amber leaned over, kissing her sweetly; kissing away her protests. Cara tried to speak more, but instead groaned as Amber’s fingers had found their way into her shorts, twisting and kneading, and pushing deeper.

Amber gasped, her body heating. Her belly shivered, then tensed, then shivered again. She arched, legs fidgeting as she felt that pressure cumulating inside her. “Nrrgghhh…” she grunted as her belly jumped, but didn’t retreat, instead tightening in a sharp instance of growth.

Amber’s hand withdrew. Cara panted, palms rubbing her abdomen. It hadn’t been a big growth spurt – maybe an inch all around.

“Just a little pick-me-up for the road,” said Amber huskily.

“Wait…” Cara whimpered as Amber opened the driver’s side door.

Amber just laughed and fled. She gave Cara an air kiss before she walked off to the bar, her ass looking plump and perfect in that fucking spandex.

Cara just groaned, still massaging her orb as she tried to get a hold of herself. Tried not to finish where Amber had left off.

Eventually, Cara managed to straighten out in her seat and clumsily open the passenger side door. Amber was right. She needed to go home and get some rest. It had been a long day, after all.

With some struggle, Cara heaved herself out of the passenger seat, holding onto the car as she waddled over to the driver’s side, where Amber had left the keys in the ignition for her.

Cara repeated the process of adjusting the seat back as far as it would go and raising the steering wheel to its highest level. She put one foot in the vehicle, and gingerly tried to ease her body down, to maneuver her belly into the tight space behind the wheel.

Moments later, she was huffing and puffing, feeling dizzy from fatigue. Her belly gleamed while yet more sweat trickled down her flushed face. Passersby craned their necks to ogle her, while a nearby car was waiting and honking because they wanted the parking spot she had been trying to vacate. The guy stuck his head out his window, shouting at her. Cara offered him a rude hand gesture, then grimaced, and looked back at her vehicle.

It had taken her far too long to accept that she could no longer fit into her own car.

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