Neighbors, Part 6

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Summary: Two neighbors are cursed. Whenever Zoe has unprotected sex, Emily becomes pregnant with the resultant offspring, and goes through a 1-month pregnancy, after which she gives birth. Both women are also now immune to sexually transmitted disease. Zoe finds it liberating that she can have sex without personal consequence, and cares little about the effects it has on her neighbor. Emily, meanwhile, is overwhelmed by the continuous pregnancies, and the increasing number of babies she is now apparently responsible for. However Emily has yet to explore the impact the curse has on Zoe. Contains: Female: pregnancy, belly expansion, breast expansion, butt expansion, weight gain, stuffing, and possibly more.

Note: Pharaoh170 provided the idea for this chapter :D

Previous Chapter

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Zoe dragged herself to that week’s town meeting.

It was one her few joys in life—brooding around, heckling the presenters.

It was a decidedly different experience that night. All her “friendly neighbors” were staring at her with horrified looks. Some seemed shocked or appalled. Others just appeared concerned.

“I had no idea…” Mr. Anderson said.

“Well—congratulations,” piped in Mrs. Brown.

“You sure popped late. Just like Emily!”

“And when I say popped, well—wow.”

No amount of Zoe’s sneering could dissuade the gawking.

She had finally caved and picked up bigger clothes at a second-hand store not far from the neighborhood. At present she was wearing a large white shirt that had enough stretchiness to the fabric that she was able to pull it down a good deal, albeit, not quite enough. It went just past her navel, but she hardly cared about the way the pale globe of her abdomen bulged beneath the tautly stretched hem. She had never been particularly conservative, never opposed to showing a little skin. Still, the visibility and the scrutiny made it all the more evident that something very odd was going on with her body.

She had a black cardigan pulled around her shoulders, not that it had any hope of closing around her. A spandex skirt was tight around her hips, while shoved low beneath her belly. It pulled firmly against her softened thighs and the prominent bulge of her ass sticking out behind her.

Zoe panted heavily as she looked around for a seat. Of course, all her options were folding chairs, and none of them looked too stable at the moment. She resolved to standing off to the side, leaning heavily against the wall, her hands absently cradling the firm mass of her gut. She admitted that she indeed did look pregnant. Very pregnant. Ready to pop. Her insides lurched and squirmed relentlessly. Sometimes the pressure spiked so much, she was left arching, sweating, and whimpering. Other times her belly shuddered. She was reluctant to admit it, but this was becoming frightening.

“Thank you all for coming…out,” said Mr. Finkle awkwardly. His eyes continuously darted in Zoe’s direction. “I’d like to start with community announcements. As many of you know, the red light on Mulberry Road has been out for the past three days. I have been assured by LCA that it will be fixed no later than the weekend. Moving on—there have been some noise complaints about the Petersons’ new dog—”

“Dog? I thought that thing was a rat,” Zoe interrupted. She knew it was weak. Her heart just didn’t seem to be in it that night.

Mr Finkle frowned and Emily threw Zoe a dirty look from across the meeting room. Most intriguingly, someone actually laughed. It was a brown-haired guy Zoe had never seen before. He must have been a newcomer to the neighborhood.

“As I was saying…” Mr. Finkle cleared his throat and went on.

Zoe continued to heckle, even as awkward as her presence was, inflated, standing, partially stumped on the wall as she strained to support her huge mound.

Finkle continued to clear his throat, and Emily continued to shoot glares. The brown-haired guy continued to chuckle, and Zoe’s spirits lifted somewhat, even if they were just pity-laughs (probably).

After the meeting, there were refreshments. Having given up her diet, which had proven to have no impact whatsoever, Zoe piled a paper plate with several donuts and began to chomp down. She made sure to loudly greet as many people as she could while her mouth full. She heard a familiar chuckle and turned to see the brown-haired guy surveying her.

Zoe gulped down the food in her mouth.

“Ronald,” he said, offering his hand. “Just wanted to introduce myself before I headed out.”

Zoe accepted the handshake. “Any particular reason why?” she said breathlessly, knowing that she looked like a mess. She swore if she was pregnant, she looked as though she was due with triplets by then. She was a whale. A monstrosity. And yet Ronald was licking his lips.

“No,” Ronald admitted, causing her brows to shoot up. “But I would love to get together some time. Maybe chat over coffee?”

“I have one of those fancy coffee machines at my house.”

“The Fostum?”

“Sure. Whatever.”

Ronald gave a slow smile. “I’d love to.”

-

Zoe’s place was only a short three minute drive away. Ronald had actually suggested that they walk, but Zoe insisted that he drive them. Her endurance was nil at that point, and just getting from her kitchen to her bedroom would leave her a panting, sweating mess.

Ronald was not shy. The moment they stepped through the threshold his hands were all over her. She liked it rough and she welcomed the attention. He pressed her up against the wall, and she became painfully conscious of the way her huge belly pressed between them, somewhat squashed by Ronald's weight and feeling more pressurized than ever before. It was an awkward struggle simply to reach him.

"Ngghh..." Zoe grunted as her belly heaved, as though to escape. It shuddered, and she felt herself arching unconsciously, shoving it forward, desperately looking for more space. The pressure only seemed to swell.

"God you're beautiful," said Ronald, cupping her belly roughly with his hand. "How many? Twins? Triplets? When's your due date? You've gotta be overdue, right? Come over here. Let me see you."

Too breathless to produce any retorts, Zoe allowed herself to be dragged to the living room couch. She eased herself down as she clutched feebly at the tight face of her gut, at her bulging navel. "I'm not—" she managed to gasp out, but suddenly Ronald was kissing her again, his hands on her tits, squeezing, milking her. His lips moved down to suck her neck, tongue dipping into her cleavage. It felt amazing to be touched, inflated as she was. Her nerves were hypersensitive now, body keen and throbbing. A whimper escaped her throat as a tongue teased her swollen nipple, teeth biting it gently. Hands gripped her fleshy ass, pulled her closer. And it all would have been perfect were Ronald not pressing into her huge mound even harder than before. It lurched, seemingly in rebuttal. Pushing out. Tightening.

"Errgghh," Zoe groaned, moving to shove him away, but he misinterpreted and turned her around with surprisingly strong arms. He molded himself to her back, hands alternating between cupping her flanks and gripping her ass. Now her gut was being pressed hard into the cushions and she felt close to bursting. It shivered as something squirmed powerfully inside her. She strained and struggled, but she couldn't control it and longer. Something inside her just gave.

Her belly pushed, grew into the cushions.

“God, you’re huge,” Ronald murmured into her nape. “Packed. All belly, tits, and ass. I’ve never had a preggo as big as you are. C’mon, tell me how many. It’s fucking gorgeous.”

Zoe gave a low whine as her belly shoved harder, sort of lifting her, pushing outward, getting wider. It was so bizarre, this had to be some twisted dream. She grasped at it, sweat-drenched. Her nipples squirted.

“You’ve gotten so big. Only getting bigger. Gonna pop at any moments.”

Her loins burned and throbbed.

“Wanna fuck you into labor. Wanna see this thing blow.”

“Out!” Zoe just managed to wheeze out. “Off! Out!” She gasped for air. Finally, she felt Ronald’s weight ease away.

“Is everything okay?” he said cautiously. “I thought we were really hitting it off. I thought that we—”

“Get out!” Zoe shrieked.

Ronald got the message. He buttoned his shirt with a bitter look. “Cock tease,” he muttered, before stalking off.

Zoe just tried to breathe. With effort, she twisted herself back upright, so her huge mound was sitting on her thighs. It definitely looked larger than it had been before, filling her lap, overtaking her torso, shelving her breasts while shoving them upward, and even beginning to grow wider than the rest of her. She could hardly comprehend how far it stuck out. She could barely wrap her arms around the mass of it. It seemed to inflate and deflate with all her gasping breaths. The coverage of her shirt was even worse than before. Her nipples were stinging and still gushing warm, thick milk.

“What the fuck…is going on…” she moaned unhappily, puffing breaths, as she rubbed wearily at the lurching movements. If she really was pregnant, she didn’t know how it was possible. She had not been pregnant at her last doctor’s visit, which had only been a few weeks before. She didn’t know what the hell was going on inside of her, but she hoped to god that it wasn’t an actual child.

The doorbell rang. Zoe closed her eyes and hoped Ronald would just let it go. She waited patiently for her breathing to even out and her heart to stop racing, but the bell just kept ringing, obnoxiously, ceaselessly. Five minutes passed, and whoever it was was still at it.

Zoe fanned herself with her hand. "Go away Ronald!" she called.

"It's me, Zoe." To her shock, it was Ted's voice. "Open the damn door."

Zoe considered just staying on her ass on the living room couch for the rest of the night, before finally caving to the inevitability of just letting Ted in. She always did.

"Don't you have a key?" she snapped.

"I gave it back a year ago."

"Brilliance," Zoe growled, planting her hands on either side of her. "Hold on." She writhed and struggled for a moment, her limbs feeling like rubber in her state of fatigue. Finally she managed to tip herself on her feet in a rolling motion. For an instant, she feared she was losing her balance, but she managed to remain upright. She couldn't believe how big she was getting. There was nothing normal about this.

Zoe proceeded to the door with an awkward waddle, hips tense and heavy. "This better be good," she grumbled as she swung the door open.

Ted was waiting on one knee.

For a moment, the two just stared at each other in shock. It took Zoe a full moment to notice the ring box Ted was holding up. Ted looked completely alarmed, his eyes pinned to her massive, heaving gut.

"Will you marry me?" he blurted forcefully, then cringed in fear of her response.

It was the last straw.

-

It was getting late, and Emily was oblivious of who could be knocking at her front door. When she answered, she was surprised to see a breathless and flushed Zoe leaning heavily on one of the porch posts. Her belly was huge and absolutely straining the cotton dress Zoe had crammed it into. It seemed somehow bigger than it had been earlier. Emily found herself staring as Zoe grunted and her belly gave a strange jerk.

“Fuck…” said Zoe, clutching at her mass. It looked concerning low now, and Zoe was straining just to stand. “I heard…god…I heard you were allergic to these.”

It was only then that Emily noticed the plastic container of strawberries Zoe was holding atop her gut. “Wait, Zoe, don’t—”

But before Emily could stop her, Zoe was stuffing strawberries into her mouth, a full handful. Emily immediately began to cough and scratch at her arms, feeling hives crawling up her chest. “Thanks for that,” she choked out bitterly.

“God, it’s true,” Zoe breathed, staring. “I—I didn’t want to believe…” she trailed off.

Zoe looked like she could collapse. Emily took one of her arms and did her best to guide the hugely pregnant woman into the house. She started for the wooden chairs in the kitchen, but then thought better and redirected Zoe to the couch. Both women were gasping for breath by the time Zoe plopped down. Zoe grunted and struggled somewhat, looking squashed beneath her huge mass.

“God, it feels so much heavier. I don’t knnn—know what happened,” Zoe moaned.

“Probably multiples,” said Emily as she rummaged around in a cupboard, lightly cupping her own stomach. “I may have overdone things. Here, take this.” She handed Zoe an allergy pill and a glass of water. Zoe obediently gulped it down.

“The townspeople are scared of me,” Zoe went on. “The freaks are turned on by me. Do you know that Ted just proposed? Trying to take responsibility. Even though he almost shit himself when he saw me. After all, I’m a blimp.”

Emily just gave a guilty shrug, trying not to stare too much.

“You got bigger too,” Zoe noted once she paused to look at the other woman.

“Yes, well. I’ve got nothing on you.”

Zoe scowled.

“Did you bring it?”

Zoe drew a deep breath. She reached into her purse and unearthed her broken part of the statue. “I still feel like I’m tripping.”

Emily was quick to retrieve her half from a drawer in the coffee table. Her hands shook slightly in anticipation. “Finally.” She slowly drew her half of the statue over to Zoe’s.

As the pieces connected, the crack between them closed sealed with an orange glow. The statuette became whole ago.

Emily experienced a sharp, searing, instance of warmth. She felt her body twisting and tensing, her stomach heating and pulsing forward in a sensation that knocked the breath from her lungs. Then it was just growing, advancing, pushing forward and stretching out her maternity shirt. Buttons popped off one by one. She heard Zoe gasp and curse. Emily deeply wanted to sit down. She somehow staggered her way to the couch and held onto it.

She felt herself getting heavier, her belly sinking, her body as a whole getting fuller and softer. “Mgghhhhh…” she groaned, as pressure surged down on her loins while still advancing outward. Her chest was getting hotter and fuller, pushing and bulging against the neckline of her shirt until she heard fabric tearing.

Then it was over. Emily was gasping for breath. Zoe was still muttering obscenities. They paused to finally look at each other.

It was like they had switched bodies. Zoe was swollen and splotchy, but her breasts were no longer huge dripping masses, and her belly was significantly smaller.

Emily, in contrast, was huge. Her clothing had almost been torn entirely apart. She gingerly eased herself onto the couch, grimacing. She rubbed circles on the huge dome of her belly. She felt like she could go into labor at any moment.

The two women stared blankly ahead for a while, neither saying a word.

“So what the hell are we going to do with all these babies?” Zoe finally said.

Emily’s nipples stung. She felt them distend, felt the remains of her shirt dampening with something warm. “We…eughh…we share them,” she managed, shifting somewhat in search of a vaguely comfortable position. “We’re neighbors after all.”

The End