Investigate II

Note: This is a story-prompt for Ioew.

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Something was terribly, terribly wrong with her. She knew it at a deep, fundamental level, yet her lethargy was accompanied by a sort of blithe sedation. She was content with herself and couldn’t summon the inspiration to intervene. Despite it, one morning, Kate found the motivation to dial her job, her free hand idly stroking the top of her belly. She couldn’t help thinking how cute, how sexy, she looked like this, despite the wrongness of it all.

“Jones speaking,” her collegue picked up.

Katie blinked in momentary confusion. “It’s me.”

“Spencer?”

“Yes…hi,” Kate managed. “I…”

“Kate, are you alright?”

Kate swallowed. She even deliberated for a moment. “Yes. Actually, I’mmm, I’m going to be out for another week.”

There was a pause on the other line. “I see. Duly noted. Though I must reiterate, is everything alright. You sound…off.”

“Yes,” said Kate numbly. “Everything is…mmmm…fine. I have to go.” With that, she hung up the phone on the other detective, knowing how suspicious she sounded, but then wondering why it mattered. What the hell is wrong with me? she thought, frowning down at herself. All the while, one of her hands continued to glide up and down her sizable mound, catching against her bulging navel. “Mmmmm…” she hummed.

Every time Kate hummed, a weird need overcame her, and she didn’t understand it. She shook her head and drew a deep breath.

Kate heaved herself off the couch. As she began to pass the kitchen door, she frozen in place, her stomach giving a forceful grumble. Though she had already eaten just minutes earlier, her hunger grew insatiable at the sheer thought of food. She thought of butter, mayonnaise, syrup, and the other rich substances she had sitting, aging, in her refrigerator, unattended. Soon, she told herself, as she waddled past the door. Moreso than eating, she wanted to see herself in her mirror.

Kate’s bathroom mirror took up an entire wall, and she marveled at her form, forcing herself to analyze it, give it her full attention as she hadn’t in at least the past week. She didn’t know whether to feel horrified, amazed, or…delighted. Horrified was the most logical. She should have been disgusted with herself, but as she observed her figure from every angle, a phantom pride swelled inside her, and she felt another hum vibrate in her chest.

She looked as though she was overdue with quads, if not larger, her large belly bulging outward from her torso and beginning to grow wider than she was. A large, swollen udder swayed down from her pubic region, fat and plump, and often getting caught between her thighs, which just made her twitch and shudder. Four bloated, honeydew-sized breasts sat stacked on her chest, nipples protruding, aching, a hot pressure pressing them outward.

Her hips were plump, ass swollen fat and wide, bulging outward to a ridiculous proportion, a good birthing ass, she thought in glee. The stray thought made her stiffen, her face falling and body going stiff. She didn’t know what was happening to her. She held her head in her hand.

And yet her idle free hand continued to stroke her mass, as it lurched, her insides twitching with movements. She arched, absently admiring herself again. She indulged herself with a quiet moan. “Mmmmmm…” Her ass rocked, udder swinging as she swayed slightly in the mirror. Her nipples ached as they pressed against the tight material of the thin tanktop she was wearing. She enjoyed the heat of the syllable as it vibrated in her throat. “Hmmmmm…”

Stop it, she demanded of herself. You’re acting like a crazy person. This wasn’t normal. She was somehow pregnant. She was deformed.

Her insides squirmed with more movement, as though in protest of her uneasiness. The udder ached, teats tensed up. “Mooooooo,” she moaned, body warm and flushed. Her belly rolled, actually rolled with inches of growth, dribbles of fluid leaking from her teats as her nipples tingled and damp patches formed on her shirt. She clutched at herself, the tight pressure sending a shock of electricity to her groin, breath hitching as she made a mess in her leggings.

This felt so right. It was a good thing. She was a good breeding cow.