Surrogate - Alternate Ending

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Cona didn't know how much time had passed...or how she had ended up outside on the grass, her body covered in mud, and feeling near-delirious from hunger and dehydration. She just knew that she was on the ground, moving her body in awkward jerks, her belly scraping against the ground as she struggled to proceed. To where? Cona was oblivious.

She paused and reddened, a long groan escaping her throat as heat and pressure surged to the plump mounds on her chest. "Nnnghhhh..." Cona groaned, as her breasts tightened and swelled, to finally tear through her dress material. She panted and stared as they bobbed somewhat. "Ohhhh..." Her nipples pushed out even more, inching forward, looking extraordinary and massive after hours of abuse, feeling almost painfully erect. Cona gasped for breath as both began to finally drip beads of milk. "C'mon...c'mon..." she whined, her cheeks burning as she tightened. But the abundance of milk only seemed to come out in droplets now. Not unless one of the creatures was attached to her, manually sucking.

All that remained of the dress now was the skirt, which only managed to hold around her at the point above her belly and beneath her breast, the only diameter of her torso that remained narrow. The skirt hung over the top six inches of her belly, more to decorate it than to offer any coverage. The mound was massive. It resembled a bolder, and it was a wonder that Cona could still move at all. Her tennis ball sized navel visibly throbbed, up and down. Suddenly overwhelmed by dizziness, Cona's eyelids sank, and she felt herself slumping against her mound.

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When she awoke there were beeping noises and hushed voices surrounding her. She was recumbent, the full weight of her belly perched against her, and it was suffocating.

She felt dazed, out of it, and breathless. She opened her eyes and could see that she was in a hospital setting. A group of doctors were conversing above her. A sheet covered her belly but Cona could still see it throbbing. It looked even bigger, and Cona felt as though she was going to burst. "Errrggghhh..."

The group of doctors looked down, surprised that Cona was conscious.

"We need to get her into surgery immediately," said one.

"First we need a clear image of the mass. We can’t go in blind."

Cona tried to speak. "It’s not a…mmghhh…" She couldn’t contain them any longer. She felt members of her littler begin to uncomfortably shift low in her pelvis. The sheet slipped and Cona could see how flushed her belly was. She truly was on the brink of popping. She panted, struggling to breathe, and terrified every time she watched her belly heave upwards. Her fat breasts were perched atop the mound, her nipples continuing to seep ineffectually.

"Miss, you need to calm down, you’re safe," said one of the doctors, placing her hand on Cona's shoulder.

Cona groaned again. She felt her plump vaginal lips bulge, her panties beginning to push out. "Noo," Cona moaned. "You don't...angghh...understand. You have to bring me back," she managed, her face red. "They have to be...have to be contained."

"Miss, please stay still."

But Cona was struggling to heave herself up from the bed.

"Can we get a psych consult?" said another doctor as he pulled out a needle.

Cona tried to reach down, grip her groin, hold them in just a little longer, but her panties were pushing out more. Her face red, she struggled to shift herself, and with a great deal of strain, she finally managed to get herself upright on the edge of the bed, the weight of her belly sinking onto her lap. But this was too much for her pelvis to handle. More creatures surged into the cavity until her hips were full and throbbing, the tension in her gut causing her to unintentionally push. "Nooo…"

"Miss!"

"Ohhhh..." Cona's belly very subtly softened, and she couldn’t deny her relief as the tension slowly decreased from within her hot, flushed, throbbing mound. She heard a plopping sound as something fell out of her bulging panties and smacked against the floor. They poured out of her, one after another. The group of doctors stared in shock as the squelching masses plopped onto the floor tiles. While some ran off screaming, one doctor seemed more fascinated than intimidated.

Barely able to catch her breath, Cona tried to warn the woman. “R-ru…”

But the doctor removed her glasses and leaned down to the squelching tentacle creatures in astonishment.

One of the creatures shot out and covered the doctor's face, the woman releasing muffled screams as she tried to detach it. Other creatures shot out as well, beginning to cover the woman, until she collapsed beneath them.

Her belly heaving and breasts throbbing, Cona could merely stare on in horror as more and more of the creatures assaulted the doctor, forcing themselves down her throat, crawling up her skirt, generally covering her. Soon the doctor's lab coat tore open, revealing the doctor's bloating midsection, Cona realized what they were doing to her.

But Cona had problems of her own. "Mmmm..." Cona groaned as her belly contracted gently, three more creatures plopping out of her, where they joined their siblings in their assault on the physician.

It was going to be a long day.