Expedition III

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Summary: Two scientists and a tracker search the rainforest for their expanding colleague. Contains: Male & Female: pregnancy, belly expansion, breast expansion, lactation, butt expansion, egg laying, plant creatures, plant characteristics.

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“Terry—Wait!”

Terry looked back. Bradly had stopped walking, and was presently leaning back on a tree, gasping for breath. His skin had taken on a purplish hue, and as Terry looked down at his own hands, he could see that his own skin had taken on one as well.

Bradley’s abdomen rose up and down with his heavy breaths. He looked as though he was five months pregnant by then, but as Terry stared on, his mound was heaving, rising up like baking bread. Terry’s eyes widened as he watched Bradley’s belly stretch out his shirt, the young man releasing grunts of discomfort as his own body betrayed him. As Bradley’s shirt reached the point of bursting, Bradley gripped at it with tense fingers, and tore the buttons apart. He revealed a stretched white undershirt, that was slowly sliding up, giving way to the purplish expanse of his throbbing belly.

Beside Terry, Jenna released a grunt. She hugged herself, and as though Bradley’s growth spurt was contagious, a spasm ran through her chest, her large breasts bloating with a visible bounce. She hunched somewhat. Her six-month-pregnant-looking belly remained calm as her midriff top tightened and stretched and her round breasts wobbled awkwardly, more of their mass bulging out to be exposed. The top began to rip apart as she filled out more and more. DD-cups rapidly surged to Es, then FFs, as Jenna shuddered and moaned, her eyes tearing as she abortively clutched at her chest, as though to contain the swelling.

Jenna yelped as her top tore open completely, her plump breasts bulging free. They hardly seemed to necessitate containment, both round and perk, purple-flushed like the rest of her. Her nipples were large and swollen, looking almost painfully erect. They had become a dark purple color as they pulsated on her torso.

“We have to keep moving,” said Terry, tearing his eyes away as his companions’ respective growth spurts subsided. He heard them both panting behind him, but did his best to ignore them.

Terry looked down at his own body, his attire stretched to capacity. Thankfully, he had not had any growth spurts himself. His development was slow and steady, which seemed far more tolerable. His belly rivaled Bradley’s in size now, and his breasts were close to the size of Jenna’s. Though he felt unbalanced, he thought he could handle it for now. He resembled a woman who was particularly late in pregnancy.

As Bradley whimpered pathetically and Jenny continued to gasp, Teddy forced himself to waddle onward, even despite the fact that his back was aching, and his clothes had come to be soaked in sweat. He could feel the occasional button pop off from his shirt, but he tried to ignore it. His khaki pants had been pushed low on his torso, beneath his belly, but still held to his waist with the aid of his belt.

Terry tried not to look at himself too often, and tried not to get distracted by the grunts of the others. He remained focused on his singular purpose of making it to the site. Still, he found his hand running along his girth, and he was conscious of the continual sensation of pressure.

There was a small wail.

Terry reluctantly turned around. He wiped some of his sweaty hair out of his face as he watched Jenna leaning down, grasping her knees, as her belly bloated in gentle throbs. We don’t have time for this!

“Mmmghhh…ohhhhh…” Jenna groaned, her legs quavering. Her hips seemed to have bloated considerably, and her skin was more purplish than ever. As a whole, she looked…ripe, somehow.

Biting his bottom lip, Terry turned away and continued to walk.

“Terry,” Bradley choked out behind him. “What are you—”

“We can’t keep stopping,” said Terry firmly.

Terry heard Bradley take a sharp gasp, but ignored it, and continued forward. After a moment, he could hear Bradley’s unsteady footsteps following after him.

“W-wait!” Jenna stammered from some distance away but Terry pretended not to hear her. She knew the stakes. The three of them could not get stuck in that forest. At least if he and Bradley made it out, they could send help for Jenna, and possibly even John.

“Terry!” Jenna cried.

Terry took a reluctant glance over his shoulder.

Jenna was at least twenty feet behind them now, and reeling to keep up. But it was no use. She stopped again, clutching at a tree with one of her hands, and holding her stomach with the other. Her at-term-looking belly was throbbing, and her breasts looked almost ready to burst where they heaved on her chest. Each was massive, easily the size of a volleyball, and her massive nipples were dripping a purple substance. Her body seemed to be swelling by the moment, and her thighs were shuddering beneath her bloated hips.

Jenna attempted another step forward, but she tensed, and slowly sunk to her knees. She whined quietly as she gripped at her gut. “Damn you!” she gasped out, as her belly pushed out against her hands. Her shoulders heaved, and she began to vomit a glob of the grayish seeds from before. It slid down her chest as both her nipples began to spurt. Vines emerged from the foliage, and began to coil around her wrists and ankles.

As Bradley watched, his already wan face went paler than ever. He and Terry hurriedly waddled off, ignoring Jenna’s screams.

“Don’t think. Just keep moving,” Terry encouraged, teeth grit as he continued to struggled through the thick forest.

After several minutes, there was a whimper behind him. Terry looked over his shoulder. To his dismay, Bradley was slowing down.

Bradley’s cock was clearly erect in his pants. It looked huge, and was consistently jabbing against his belly as he struggled to walk.

His abdomen was massive, perhaps even larger than Terry’s. Bradley looked overdue with triplets, and he was sweating profusely, one of his hands clutching his lower back as plump DD-cup breasts stretched out the top of his undershirt. As several more inches of his belly pushed out from the bottom of his top, Bradley’s cheeks flushed a dark purple. “I’m f-fine,” he managed, even as his belly gave a powerful roll forward, causing him to tense up and almost lose his balance. The mound popped completely free of his shirt, his golfball-sized belly button seeming to throb as Bradley struggled to waddle. He released harsh gasps, moving at the pace of sloth. Terry gave a terse nod and continued to lead the way.

After five minutes of trudging forward, Bradley released a quiet moan. Terry turned to him in dread.

Bradley’s swollen mound was…sinking…low on his pelvis. Bradley clutched at the underside, as though to stop what was transpiring. “It’s fine,” he panted out again. “Let’s just keep—ahhhhh!” His belly seemed to shift down another notch, now so low on his hips, it jammed hard against his belt. His ass was swelling at an exponential rate, and Terry was fearful of what would come next.

Bradley made a new effort to lumber forward, but released a pained cry, and hugged himself. He released harsh gasps and whimpers as his squeezed his eyes shut, his cheeks maintaining that deep purple hue.

After a moment of panting, Bradley slid his trembling fingers under his belly, where they struggled with his belt. “I think it’s…c-coming—” he stammered, looking pained. But hard as he fumbled, he could hardly reach the belt buckle, unlatch the taut-stretched leather, or get his fingers to heed his commands.

“Terry,” he groaned, looking up in desperation. “I c-can’t—nrrgghhhh…” he groaned, and clutched at a tree trunk in an effort to stay upright.

His belly was tightening in rapid bursts of growth, the belt straining more and more, as Bradley’s flush grew darker. His breasts were swollen plump, hard nipples beginning to seep into his shirt. The man looked a cross between agonized and exhausted.

Bradley collapsed to his knees, now desperately clawing at his belt. Terry knew that the longer he stood there, watching Bradley in abject horror, the closer he would be to incapacitation by his own progressing condition. It was a wonder he was still on his feet himself, as he’d had more pollen exposure than the others. Perhaps the greater exposure had resulted in a longer, if more abundant, pregnancy. Terry slowly looked down at his mass.

“They’re coming,” Bradley whimpered, his ass bloating out more. Terry could see the back of his pants beginning to tent out. And then it stopped, hindered by the tight fabric. Bradley released a scream as he abortively clawed at the back of his pants.

Bradley pushed and pushed, till his whole body was pouring sweat. The crowned egg merely trembled, and his belly swelled. “Help me!” Bradley cried, his voice laced with panic.

Terrified as Terry was, he found his body moving forward. He struggled to get down opposite Bradley and reached for the other scientist’s belt. But with their two swollen bellies pressed together, Terry had less of a chance of reaching it than Bradley himself.

“Errgghhhhhhh!” Bradley’s belly surged in inches of growth, pushing at Terry. Bradley collapsed to his back, drew up his knees, and pushed hard. His softball-sized egg was still jammed partially in his anus, held in place by his pants, looking massive, and excruciating, if judging by Bradley’s pained whimpers. “Nrrghhh…” The pants tented out slightly more, Bradley’s belly heaving, beginning to resemble a beachball by then.

Something moved on the forest floor. Terry directed his flashlight and stiffened at the sight of vines.

“I’m s-sorry.” Terry struggled to stand, and nearly toppled as a vine attempted to coil around his ankle. Several others had already taken hold of Bradley’s legs and elbows, drawing his knees higher, contorting him in that awkward birthing position. One began to slowly slide about Bradley’s massive belly. Tears poured down the young man’s cheeks as his belt continued to strain.

“I’ll come back for you!” Terry promised, backing away as quickly as his swollen body would allow him too.

He faced forward and waddled off, ignoring as Bradley screamed his name.

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