Farrow, Part 35

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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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By the time Gina finished the cookies, she was slumped down, sweat-drenched, and breathing heavily. Every so often, her eyes would widen, then abruptly squeeze shut as she grasped at her belly, grunting in discomfort from the pulses of pressure that ran through it. Warren merely observed.

From the corner of her vision, she saw him nod to the servers. Gina felt them come to stand on either side of her, take her shoulders, and begin to heave her out of her seat. Gina was in too much discomfort to protest, sweat dripping from her flushed, plump body, as she trembled, and allowed herself to be dragged off.

In a haze, she felt herself being ushered into Warren’s limo. “Nrrgghh!” she grunted as her tight belly squashed down on her lap. She felt like it would pop. She gasped for breath, rubbing gentle circles on her mound.

The servers leaned in and began to hang something from the car hooks on either side of her. To Gina’s dismay, she realized that she was still connected to the IV bags, and each was still at least 1/3 of the way full.

The opposite door opened, and someone slid inside opposite her. Warren. Gina slumped down, her eyes half-closing. The car began to move, and she stared off, unfocused, as her belly pulsed, and more sweat seeped into her tight clothing. Every so often, she would be wrenched back into reality as she released a groan at another prickle of tightness. But for the most part, Gina was zoned out, only fleetingly glimpsing Warren’s contented expression before she was submerged back into her reverie.

Before she knew it, the car had stopped, and Gina could see her house through the window. She tried to move, but she felt weak, so slumped down, feeling warm, breathless, and incredibly heavy. She glanced at Warren, but he had not made a move. Gina drowsily wondered whether he was waiting for her to get out on her own, when she noticed that the IV lines weren’t finished. There was still some left. Warren was waiting for all of their contents to be completely pumped into her.

Gina could not say how long it took. She could feel herself drifting in and out of consciousness, her body slumping farther into the seat. She had no inclination to get up, but soon her car door was opening, Gina jerked awake by the sound. Her eyes darted up, and she noticed that both IV bags were finished. Calloused hands reached down and disconnected the IV lines from her arms, before grabbing her shoulders and heaving her up. Gina mumbled weakly in protest. Standing was the last thing she wanted to do.

She squeezed her eyes shut and grunted out as her body was reacquainted with gravity. God, she was tight. She hunched slightly, gripping at her belly, marveling as it visibly pulsated in her dress.

“How does it feel?” said Warren smugly.

Face burning, Gina merely shook her head.

Warren looked dissatisfied at this. “Gina…” he warned.

“G-good,” Gina managed, now rubbing the mound, fearing another growth spurt, like the ones she’d had before.

“Glad to hear,” said Warren, taking her chin, forcing her to straighten, so that her belly protruded fully.

Gina came to be aware that her dress’s coverage had worsened, the hem seeming shorter, and her upper-most breasts bulging against the low cut. Warren eyed her up and down, even though they were just outside of her house, and neighbors could potentially be watching them, Gina’s husband as well.

“I wish I could keep you longer,” Warren noted, licking his lips. “Watch you grow.”

Gina shuddered.

“But unfortunately, I cannot. Until our next meeting, Mrs. Smith.”

Wincing at the mention of another meeting, Gina forced a nod. Standing as erect as she dared to, she aimed herself for her front door, and staggered toward it. She didn’t look back as she heard Warren’s car door open and close, the limo tires squealing against the road as it sped off. She just forced one foot in front of the other, willing herself to make it to her house.

The door swung open. “Gina, what’s wrong?”

Gina was grateful as Jack took her into his arms, but she yelped in discomfort as her body was pressed into his.

“Oh!” He looked down, perhaps noticing her growth. “Gina, what…happened?” He placed a hand on her sweat-moistened face. “Another…growth spurt?” He smiled encouragingly.

Gina managed to nod. “Let…let’s go inside,” she forced out, weak and jittery. “Oh god Jack, I think it’s…it’s still happening.” Her eyes teared.

Jack wrapped his arm behind her and ushered her in, as Gina gripped his shoulder, and forced her legs to move. Her skin tingled in relief as it made contact with the cool air. “Bathroom!” she gasped out, and Jack helped her to the bathroom door.

She gave him a trembling smile, before going in, and quickly closing the door behind her.

Gina held her mouth with both hands, feeling sick, but struggling against it. For some reason, she feared that if she vomited, Warren would find out, and make her pay for it. For some unknown reason, the smug magnate made her paranoid. She felt as though she couldn’t eat, breathe, or sleep without him somehow being aware of it.

Gina sucked in gasps of air until she didn’t feel on the brink of throwing up anymore. Still nauseous, she made her way to the tub. With difficulty, she leaned down and turned the water on.

There was a rap on the door. “Gina, are you okay?” Jack called.

Gina watched the tub fill as she eased herself down on the edge of it. She dipped one foot in, hissing as the cool water contacted her skin. “F-fine,” she managed, as she unzipped her dress and allowed her belly to surge out of it. Her face contorted as her belly button bulged. “Ahh…”

“It’s happening, isn’t it?” said Jack.

“Mmmmm…” Eyes closed, Gina rubbed her mound. It was entirely flushed, and Gina gently held it as she eased herself down into the water. She sighed in relief as her body was submerged, the water rising higher and higher, slowly covering the lowest pair of her six breasts.

Gina felt her tension gradually disappearing as her body lowered and her eyelids sank. Just as she began to fully relax, her eyes opened wide, and the tension slammed her forcefully. She sat upright, her body tight, her belly blooming with a surging, growing pressure. “Nrrghhhh…mgghhhh…errghhh…” She struggled against it.

The bathroom door swung open, and Jack hurried over. He knelt down and wrapped his arms around her shoulders, not even caring that he was getting himself soaked. He murmured reassuringly as Gina tightened and swelled, her belly crowning out of the water and she fidgeted and groaned. Tears rolled down her cheeks, her face red and belly flushed as her abdomen continued to heave with growth.

It stopped, if just briefly, because Gina could feel a new surge of pressure rolling forward, on the cusp of its assault. Jack kissed her cheeks lovingly, his hand reaching down to cradle her mound as it bobbed gently with Gina’s gasps for breath.

“J-Jack,” she managed.

“You're fine. Shhh...”

And the surge of pressure plowed through her core, making her unintentionally push, her belly growing in turn. Gina reddened and reddened, and feebly squirmed. She choked out a gasp as it finally stopped. Her belly button throbbed, looking the size of a golf ball.

“Oh god,” she panted. “I’m getting huge.” She marveled at her mound.

“You’re fine,” Jack promised, continuing his murmurs and rubs.

Feeling incredibly weary, Gina slumped back.

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“You’re really growing fast…” Dr. Kim remarked the next day.

Gina sat on the medical table, her face red. Though she still felt uncomfortably full, the unbearably pressure had managed to subside. She tried not to look at her mound too much, as unavoidable as it had become. She looked as though she was overdue with child by then.

“My, your weight is soaring…” Kim went on.

Jack winced at this. He had not detached himself from Gina’s side since the previous day. “As you could imagine, it’s all quite…overwhelming for us, Gina especially.” He ignored Gina’s glare. “We were wondering if she could expect to be giving birth anytime soon?”

Gina was dressed in a tight blouse and a spandex pencil skirt that showed off her full hips and incredibly round ass. Her dimensions were quickly transcending the realms of normal. Atop her belly, her three pairs of breasts were perched, all fitting too-snugly in her DD-cup bras. She fidgeted ceaselessly, still trying to get used to her size. She tugged uncomfortably at one of her bra cups.

Her nipples were sore and protruding considerably, and it was a struggle not to touch them. They were hyper-sensitive, her breasts warm and tingling now. They ached in the confinement of her bras.

“Based on her pelvic exam, there is no indication that Gina is close to labor,” Dr. Kim stated. She took a long glance at Gina’s breasts. “Though other body parts may be getting prepared.”

Gina glared but did not address the matter of her evidently engorged breasts. She released a frustrated sigh. “Thank you, doctor.”

“I know you’re going through a lot, Mrs. Smith. For now, try to take things slow.”

Gina rolled her eyes. Easier said than done. She frowned down at her mass.

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