Turned V

Note: This is a story-prompt for varvi.

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Several months had passed and Erica could hardly believe how huge she had gotten. She had a new apartment and a full wardrobe of maternity clothes, as little else could fit her. It was a continuous struggle to cope with her changing body. To wake up and look in the mirror every morning, trying to reconcile who she had been with who she had become. But she was doing better. Talking to Stephanie helped. Thinking about the baby did as well. After all, Erica was creating life. That was miraculous. It was significant. She just tried to focus on the ways becoming a woman had advanced her life rather than negated from it.

Her belly truly was massive. It was hard to believe she wasn’t even due yet. It strained against even her newest maternity pieces, protruding sharply from her body, sitting heavy on her hips, and making it hard to keep her balance. People had begun to stare, and all Erica could do was rub the flanks of her swollen mound, trying to offer herself some comfort. She would not allow her insecurities to overwhelm her anymore.

Even though Erica now had a place of her own, she found that she seemed to spend most of her time hanging out at Stephanie’s apartment. She even babysat for Stephanie once or twice. It was hard to believe that she would soon have her own needy baby.

“You’re really adjusting to your new life,” Stephanie remarked, as the two got changed one evening. Stephanie gave Erica a non-subtle once over, eyes trailing over Erica’s swollen, fecund body.

“Thanks,” said Erica dryly. Erica was sure she looked even huger in the nude. Her panties were cutting into the plump layer of flesh on her ass, and her breasts were bulging against the cups of the newest maternity bra she had purchased. But it would have to suffice.

Eric pulled on her maternity dress. It wasn’t one of the looser day dresses, as she had wanted to look particularly nice for this dinner. Instead it was form fitting, with a deep neckline that showed off the bloated E-cup breasts perched high on her chest atop her belly.

Her breasts bobbed and jiggled as Erica walked carefully in her heels—she knew she was huge to be in heels, and it wasn’t recommended in her late stage of pregnancy, but Erica had been strangely obsessed with them since Stephanie had first introduced heels to her. She still wore heels as much as she could, as awkward as it had become.

“Ready to head out?” said Stephanie, giving a pleased smile to her own skin-tight outfit in the mirror.

Erica adjusted the top of her dress so that her tits didn’t entirely pop out. “Let’s go.”

The dinner was a large and sumptuous charity event. The moment Erica and Stephanie arrived, every eye in the room seemed drawn in. People gravitated towards them, even stared. Erica found that she didn’t mind this time. They were looking at her advanced state, but also the fit of her dress. She felt attractive, even with her huge beach ball of a belly preceding her, bumping into people and things, making her feel like a flushed, sweaty farm animal about to burst with offspring.

She made people’s eyes light up.

“How far along are you, miss?”

“Any moment, I imagine?”

“That dress is gorgeous.”

“You look lovely. You’re glowing.”

Stephanie threw Erica a grin.

As much as the attention uplifted her, Erica’s back was aching, and she desperately wanted to sit down. She linked her arm with Stephanie’s and began to drag her towards their table across the room, when the sight of someone made her freeze. It was him. The man who had been evading her since this whole thing had started. Porter.

He looked dashing and preppy as ever, in a perfectly tailored Italian suit, the top few buttons of his shirt left undone.

Erica felt such an overpowering rush of emotions, she thought she would burst. Her belly shuddered and throbbed. She clutched it, breathing, trying to regain control over herself.

“Are you okay, miss?” someone asked. Erica was sure she had gone red.

Erica ignored him and released Stephanie’s arm. She waddled right over to Porter and shoved his shoulder. “You asshole,” she snapped.

Porter blinked and turned to her, his eyes filling with recognition. A sly grin crossed his face, his eyes trailing down to her stomach. “Eric, is that you? You’re huge. And look at those knockers.”

“Porter, you prick!” Stephanie came to Erica’s side, nursing a glass of champagne.

“Easy, ladies. You don’t want to trigger anything.” Porter nodded to Erica’s gut, and Erica wanted to deck him.

“You have some nerve—” Stephanie started.

“You are a sick fucking—”

“Ladies! Gentlemen? We’re making a bit of a scene,” Porter said.

Erica looked around, and indeed they had some spectators standing around, pointing and whispering.

“I know you’re pissed,” Porter said in a quieter voice. “But let me fix this. I may be able to help change you back. Just come back to my place.”

Stephanie looked uncertain but Erica was determined.

“Fine,” Erica said.

Porter led the way.

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