Unveil II

Note: This is a story-prompt for dhojdg.

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Cona was in and out of consciousness—she didn’t know for how long. At times, she was vaguely aware of people poking and prodding at her swollen body. Men in lab coats, with cold hands. On other occasions, she was just aware of her belly lurching and trembling with spasms.

She groaned in relief at the sensation of cool water slowly rising up her body and encompassing it. She began to drift, most of her weight lifted from her sore back. She opened her eyes and blinked around, suddenly more lucid than she had been in a while.

She was in a small pool full of cool water that rose to her chest, the top half of the largest breasts she had ever seen protruding out of the water. Cona reached under the water, absently cupping at her abdomen, which still felt massive, in fact, more massive than it had ever been before. So large that it was hard to believe it was real. She couldn’t imagine that she could support it on her own. Well, that explained why she was submerged in water.

It was only then that Cona noticed the woman standing on the edge of the pool.

“Sammy?”

Sammy smiled humorously. “Oh, you’re talking today?”

Cona blinked lethargically. “W-what’s happening?” Piggish snorts framed her words.

Sammy’s hair was shining. She looked gorgeous, in her designer heels, a Louis Vuitton purse, and diamond earrings. She pursed her lips as she appraised Cona. “What do you mean?”

Cona looked down at her upper-most breasts, still protruding from the water, high and massive, close to pressing her chin. She felt feeble and sluggish, and quite heavy, even within the water. She grunted out as a powerful tremor went through her gut. She clutched it in fear that it would burst. She whimpered as the mad wriggling went on, her whole belly rocking. “W-when are you getting this thing out of me?” she whined, and snorted.

“Every time we try, you refuse.” Sammy shrugged.

Cona blinked slowly. “What?” she managed. She tried to protest, but all that came from her mouth was a collection of snorting noises. She felt herself flush, her distress not helping with her communication skills.

“That’s not all. A lot has been going on these past few weeks. We’re repeating the experiment on a new subject,” said Sammy fondly.

Repeat? Someone else? Cona began to panic. She wanted to admonish Sammy, but all her attempts resulted in failure.

“I know, it’s marvelous, isn’t it? It’s certainly a game-changer. Now that we can combine human and pig DNA, think of the possibilities. Think of all the unique and useful animal properties that can now potentially be fused for the benefit of human biology.”

Cona furiously shook her head. She tried to wade closer to Sammy, but the water became more shallow with each weary step. Massive breasts emerged from the water, three pairs, each the size of basketballs, and piled atop each other, flushed, bloated, and heavy. Her back twinged and she gasped for breath, her mounds rocking, and spurting. And soon her massive belly began to crown from the water as well.

It was too much. Cona hunched somewhat, her abdomen too heavy to be introduced to gravity. It was twice as wide as the rest of her. She looked as though she had a grown man curled inside of it. She clutched what she could of the mound, a whimper escaping her throat, as it rocked and trembled and she struggled to support it.

Sammy licked her lips. “Active, huh?” she asked almost gleefully.

Cona released an angry snort.

“You were my first success story, Cona. You know I’ll always appreciate that…” Sammy trailed off. “Anyway, I’ve got to go. I’m applying for a grant. This could bring in millions.”

“S-S-Sammy,” Cona stammered out.

“Save your energy. I’ll be back soon—promise,” Sammy assured. She backed away with a nervous look. And before Cona could say more, she was gone.

Cona descended into angry snorts. For some reason the water was getting yet more shallow so she sunk down and leaned on the pool wall.

Soon the water had drained nearly entirely, and Cona felt as though she was affixed to the floor by her sheer weight. She panted and grunted, sweaty and flushed. Her pink body heaved, belly rolling powerfully as she squirmed.

“Easy there,” said a voice. “Easy girl...”

Two men in lab coats had appeared. One gently pet her head. Another stuffed a hose into her mouth. It seemed a familiar process.

A thick, warm fluid started to pulse down her throat. It was sweet, and not unpleasant. Cona’s eyelids dropped.

She could feel her body tighten with each pull. And yet it was her only comfort. Cona sucked and sucked as she allowed herself to sink back into peaceful oblivion.