Farrow, Part 18

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Summary: Gina is impregnated with piglets. Contains: Female: Belly expansion, multiple breasts (3 pairs), breast expansion, and more. Spin-off of Piglets.

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Gina was flushed even worse than before. Her nipples twinged, skin swollen and aching. She fidgeted, but resisted the urge to cup the hot mounds on her chest. She could feel herself sweating but tried to maintain her composure. “I really don’t think—”

“I agree, I’d like to see where my investment is going,” Fletcher piped in. “We need to know how viable this thing really is.”

“I assure you, sir, viability is not the question.” Gina refrained from motioning to her own swollen body.

“As I understand, most of that is fat,” said Warren, as always, working against her. Gina’s face burned in both anger and mortification. “The insulation that you referenced just a moment ago. I also understand that there is a large concentration of the specimens, explaining your largeness. It hardly answers the question of viability.”

“If you would just speak to Dr. Kim—” said Gina.

Dr. Kim perked, seeming all too keen to contribute.

“Do the demonstration,” Warren appealed, or rather, pretended to appeal. “As an act of good faith—a commitment to those who provide your funding.”

Fletcher was watching intently, Archburger tapping his fingers together with a sense of eagerness. The other few investors were undeniably in agreement, if not for pragmatic purposes, just the morbid interest that shone on their faces.

Avoiding the image of the squirming creatures on the sonogram, Gina pulled on the hospital smock Kim was offering her. Gina hissed quietly as the thin material dragged on her stinging nipples and tingling breasts. Each mound seemed to tighten, and she knew she wouldn’t have long until they demanded release.

“Fine,” she said, avoiding each person’s gaze if just to avoid glaring back. “We can schedule a demonstration. Does tomorrow morning work?” Gina allowed Dr. Kim to help her off the bed, then she waddled out of the room without waiting for a response.

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Gina left work early that day, not even caring about the people she had neglected to notify and the things she had left undone.

The vibrations of her car left her insides tremoring. Before she was even a quarter of the way home, all of her nipples were stinging and seeping into her dress. She could almost cry from her disgust.

When Gina pulled into her drive, one of her neighbors was outside watering his lawn. He threw Gina a wave. Hunched somewhat, Gina timidly waved back.

She usually returned home with Jack in the evenings, with the shroud of darkness, and her husband’s form as additional cover. Besides then, and the dim early mornings, she hardly made appearances outside anymore.

The thought of crossing her property alone in broad daylight filled her with dread. She had bloated up like a blimp in the matter of weeks and no one who knew her would ever believe it was a normal pregnancy. This was without mentioning her extra breasts, swollen ass, her skimpy dress, her bulging nipples, and the fact that all six of them were presently leaking, sopping up her dress as the hot fluid rolled down her already overheated belly.

Gina sunk in her seat, her belly rubbing against the steering wheel. She considered the prospect of waiting for her neighbor to go back inside, but it was a nice day, and Mr. Sturch was the typical suburban man. The grass was visibly over-watered, but he was spraying it down with blithe abandon, showing no sign of tiring, in fact, taking pleasure in his own wastefulness.

Something shifted in her gut, below her navel, pressing it hard, causing Gina to arch towards the pressure in a weird, compulsive way. She scrunched her nose and cupped the spot. It was as though the creatures wanted her to move from too. “Eughh.” Gina found that they were least active when she kept them stuffed, sated, and sluggish. She hadn’t had a good meal since that morning, excluding the cookies she had gobbled down before she left the office, but that hardly counted.

“Mgghh…” Her six breasts tightened, the thin material of her dress growing damper and warm, and pressing more tightly against her mounds. She shifted awkwardly, but everything just felt so unpleasant. She could feel Sturch sending her curious looks, as she was hardly being discreet about things.

Swallowing her nerves, Gina opened the car door. She grabbed her briefcase from the passenger’s seat and futilely attempted to hide herself as she struggled to heave her body out of the car. She hardly knew which of her many mounds of prioritize in her feeble efforts of discretion once she was upright, so she clutched her briefcase somewhere mid-torso.

Face hot, she ducked her head and avoided Sturch’s gawking face as she shuffled around her car and towards her front door as quickly as her swollen body would allow her to. She fumbled with her keys and nearly dropped them, but was immensely relieved once she pushed her way inside. She made a beeline for the living room couch, collapsing against it in her exhaustion and anxiety. She released as snorting grunt, and arched again, trying to get more comfortable, but it was so hard with so many bulges warring for space on her torso. Rolling her shoulders back, she pulled her arms out of her sleeves one at a time, and peeled the soaked dress material away from her body. At being relinquished, her breasts tightened, milk releasing in small streams that spurted when her mounds bobbed. Ignoring them, Gina struggled to find a position that didn’t leave her so hot and uncomfortable as she was at that moment.

One of her hands reached blindly beside her to tinker with the latch on her briefcase. She swung it open, reached inside, and gulped as her hand closed on the object she was looking for. Gina lifted the uniquely-built breast pump to her face and drew a long breath.

Dress only pulled down under her chest in her impatience, Gina attached each suction cup attachment to each of her six EE-cup breasts, and was relieved that they accommodated her oversized nipples. Biting her bottom lip, she reached beside her to the portable machine, and flicked it on.

“Nrrggghhh!” she groaned as each cup drew on her nipples, the machine humming as milk was pulled down six different tubes into an attached container. The suction cups pressed against her, squeezing her flesh in a way that was both uncomfortable and wonderful. “Ohhhh…” She rocked her hips impulsively, and found her fingers snaking down towards her groin. With her swollen gut, the contact was awkward and insufficient. She continued to shift awkwardly on the couch, until she was on her knees and whimpering, her breasts throbbing, nipples pulsing with electric twinges that shot straight down into her core.

“Gina?”

Gina’s head jerked up. Jack was standing in the open doorframe, a comically baffled expression on his face.

“Jack,” she managed. Her body shuddered. “Jack…” she said entreatingly.

Jack closed the front door and walked over to join her on the couch. She immediately tried to climb into his lap, but it was awkward, and she hardly fit there. Frustrated, she gripped at the groin of his slacks, and released a huff as she realized that he was already hard, hard and not inside of her.

“Hey,” Jack cooed. “Hey, I got you. Just give me a sec.” He undid his pants and wriggled them off in an incredibly unsexy way, but she didn’t care; all she felt was need.

Jack held her gently, and together they maneuvered her around so that he was pressed up behind her, his chest to her back. He slowly slid up the hem of her gown, in the meantime kissing her shoulder. Gina groaned as her breasts heaved with the continued pulses of the machine.

It was outlandish, the sight of her, her swollen belly which was heavy and round, looking past term were in a human pregnancy. Her breasts were round and fat, the lowest pair shelved on her stomach, and the others stacked on top of those one, creating a bizarre collection of wobbling balls of flesh.

They bobbed up and down with obscene smacking noises as Jack pumped her in tandem with the machine. Her body was so sensitive, she thought she could cry. She flushed and panted between the pleasure and exertion of desperately rocking her heavy body, Jack’s hands holding either side of her belly for leverage, his fingers sinking into the thick layer of fat that coated it. As her pink flesh rocked and heaved, she felt much like the pig she was becoming. And yet she was in euphoria. The only thing that could make this better was if there was food involved somehow.

When it was over, she slumped down against her husband, so weary that she could hardly move. She suspected that she was crushing him, but she hardly cared. This was his fault, after all.

Jack stroked sweat away from her damp brow. His calloused fingers slid along the sides of her breasts, which were still plump and hot and almost fully engorged, despite that the milk had been running for a while now, continually tugging at her fat nipples, causing her hips to twitch.

Jack’s hands glided to her abdomen, and cupped it roughly. She grunted as he squeezed and patted it. He released a hoarse chuckle. “You’re getting so big.”

No shit. Gina grimaced as she thought of how much bigger she would likely become.

“It’s cute,” Jack murmured as he kissed the back of her neck. He absently kneaded her mound, then amended his words, “It’s incredibly sexy.”

Gina bit back a retort. She hardly had the energy to deal with Jack’s idiocy that evening. What remaining respect she had for her husband was gradually slipping into oblivion.

At least he had a decent cock.

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The next day when Gina arrived to the office, she was wearing a long, loose maternity blouse, in plain white cotton. It was borderline baggy and hung down over her hips. To maintain the façade of professionalism, she was wearing a blazer on top and a fitted knee-length skirt.

Despite Rhonda’s efforts, Gina refused to change into something more revealing. Not today. Rhonda would have to go over her head if she wanted Gina to cave.

Gina had pumped herself to the point of pain before work, and had even skipped breakfast, though she continued to eat the Gainer balls by the hour, as scheduled. If she could get through this morning and placate the investors, she was certain that they would have no more leverage to make demands. She could keep her head down and avoid them for the remainder of her condition. All she had to do was get through today.

Gina had just lowered her briefcase and was aiming her plump backside for her chair, when she heard three brisk knocks on the office door. She wrinkled her nose.

They were here.