Abstinence, Part 12

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Summary: Cara, a 20-year-old college student, had the wildest night of her life. Unbeknownst to her, she has been impregnated by an alien species. The alien grows and feeds off of arousal, so any time she get aroused, the alien grows. The alien has a 12-month gestation period and Cara must try her best to abstain from any sexual activities or anything that arouses her. The amount of arousal will affect size of the alien offspring, but it will still take 12-months until birth. Idea submitted by Jacob.
Contains: Female: belly expansion, alien pregnancy, breast expansion, stuffing, lactation, and more.

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“Who is this?” Amber asked with a sneer as she got out of her car.

“You remember — Greg,” Cara gasped out, breathless from the sheer act of walking. “my coworker.”

“Right,” Amber said, her eyes narrowed as she gave the inebriated young man a onceover. “That Greg.”

Cara unconsciously winced. Only then did she recall how she had mentioned her old crush on Greg to Amber. She really should have known better.

“He’s not getting in my car,” Amber deadpanned.

“Seriously?” Cara said incredulously. “He’s my friend.”

“He looks like he’s about to throw up,” Amber retorted. “I just had the interior cleaned.”

Cara highly doubted that. Still, it was a fair argument. God, she was so uncomfortable. Her belly was so heavy and tight. It was incomprehensible that she was still standing there, truly straining just to keep her balance. Her belly was fucking massive. This had to be a world record or something. “Amber…” Cara entreated.

Greg was still leaning on her shoulder for support. Cara could hardly support her own weight, let alone his as well. She grunted, unable to help shrugging him off, if just to keep her balance. He flopped down like a sack of potatoes, landing face-first on the lawn. It started to rain.

“Fuck!” Cara cried in frustration.

It started getting muddy. Which was unsurprising, given how sparse and dead the grass was. Frat boys weren’t exactly known for property upkeep. The college students playing beer pong started to hurry inside, laughing and shrieking. Cara and Amber were getting soaked, feet shifting in the muddy earth. Cara watched Amber’s flame-red hair start to curl from the moisture. Of course, this only intensified her icy beauty.

Cara’s insides churned. She groaned, her hands clutching what they could reach of her heavy orb.

Amber’s scowl relaxed, her eyebrows lifting. “Arguing with me turns you on?” she questioned, the corner of her mouth lifting in a wry smile.

Cara tried to focus. “Can we just get in the car?” she pleaded, averting her gaze from Amber’s red lips.

A hand grabbed her shoulder from behind. Cara swiveled her head in surprise, finding two frat guys she vaguely knew standing behind her, mischief on their faces.

“What the fuck!” Amber snapped as three other guys grabbed hold of her. She struggled as they began to drag her around the side of the house. It started raining harder.

“I think we have a girl fight on our hands,” sang one of the guys gripping Cara’s arm.

“You know what that means!” added one of the guys still dragging Amber, the redhead struggling furiously.

“Shit! Careful!” Cara demanded as she was helplessly pulled along after Amber. She had to follow the two douchebags pulling her, if just to avoid toppling.

Cara suspected she knew where this was going. “Let go of us! For fuck’s sake, I’m the size of a whale, I’m not playing your dumb games!”

Her protests were futile. Amber was soon being thrown into the mud pit that had been dug in the backyard some time ago. Cara was shoved in a little more gently, but still lost her balance, yelping as she stumbled back against the edge of the pit. Legs buckling, she slid down onto her ass, her thighs spread wide, and her knees drawing up to either side of her beach ball of a belly as she gasped for breath.

Sputtering indignantly, Amber climbed to her feet. She sneered when she spotted the frat mascot himself, Peeper the pig, lounging happily in the mud. The pig snorted at her, as though in greeting.

Amber threw back her head and released a flinch-inducing, infuriated scream.

“Damn, woman!” some frat guy shouted while covering his ears.

Cara looked up, only then noticing the crowd of frat boys that had come to surround the mud pit, many of them in swim trunks. Cara shifted in what had to be two feet of mud. She wrinkled her nose, completely disgusted. It wasn’t her first time in this mud pit, but it had seemed more entertaining when she had been drunk.

“Come on Cara, you’re our champ!” yelled one of the guys as others heckled and laughed, some sipping from beer cans.

Amber threw Cara a scandalized look as though to say, You’ve been here before?

Cara shrugged in answer as she shifted, trying to figure out how the hell she was going to get out of there. “Help me up?” she asked.

Amber tried to move, but her feet appeared to be glued to the mud. She yanked one leg up and cursed. “Lost a shoe.” She wriggled some more. “Fuck it.”

The frat guys were getting restive. “Booooooooo!” one yelled.

“CAT FIGHT!” another shrieked as he teetered precariously on the edge of the pit.

Ignoring them, Amber wrenched off her muddied t-shirt. The crowd quieted, then started to cheer. More and more people poured out of the frat house to see the show. They pointed and giggled as they approached.

Amber wriggled as she shoved her pants down into the mud. All that remained were her bra and panties, her curvy body on display for all to see and the guys were going crazy.

The pig smacked its lips then turned over in the mud.

“Got yah boy!” said a blonde guy who Cara recognized as a senior. He was standing on the edge of the pit, his right foot propped on—a body? Cara recognized the unconscious form to be Greg. The blonde used his heel to shove Greg into the pit, the sleeping barista plopping down into the mud.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Cara cried, flailing helplessly. She felt pinned down by the heavy weight of her belly perched against her hips.

Amber was staggering forward, making a beeline for Cara. Cara sighed in relief once their distance was closed, her breasts practically bouncing from how rapidly she was breathing.

Amber knelt down, taking Cara’s hands in hers. “You okay?”

Cara managed to nod. She tried to focus and breathe, but this was utter chaos – drunken college students still cheering and screaming around them as Amber perused her intensely, her hair wavy from the moisture, her body bare and muddy. Her fingers trailed over Cara's orb, even with everyone watching.

Cara tried to gain control of herself, but she could already feel heat pulsing to her groin, her thighs twitching.

“Amber…” Cara’s plea became a groan. She struggled —she tried to hold onto control.

“It’s okay. I’ve got you.”

Cara’s insides convulsed.

Her skin tightened and tingled as she arched and struggled, fingers grasping helplessly, nails digging into Amber’s arm.

She moaned as her pressurized stomach pulsed, legs fumbling as her belly grew heavier, pinning her harder there in the mud, pushing out in forceful, visible waves of growth.

One inch, then another, the surrounding crowd quieting as they goggled her. Some students blinked hard as though they didn’t believe their own eyes at that moment, through the mud and rain.

Cara wailed, arching and pushing, shoving her abdomen outward against the unbearable pressure. Her belly shelved her breasts higher, lifting the plump mounds into her chin as her nipples distended and stung, seeping milk, her belly shifting and rolling, her cargo prodding enthusiastically.

When the growth spurt ended, Cara sunk back, her throat burning as she struggled to push air into her lungs and out again, but it never seemed like enough. She felt herself slumping deeper into the mud, yet her belly crested it sharply, like some absurdly fat iceberg. The mound heaved up and down with her breathing, or maybe it was just pulsing – pulsing and growing. “Ngghhhh…fuckk…!” Cara choked out, face red, cheeks wet.

Amber was rubbing Cara’s flushed belly, smearing it with even more mud as she murmured, “Fuck Cara, that was hot. How the hell are you so huge? Everyone saw you. Fuck, how big are you gonna get?”

Dazedly, Cara looked around. Several dozen students stood about the mud pit, their jaws hanging. Some resumed sipping their drinks as though embracing their drunken confusion. A few guys had started shamelessly palming themselves through their swim trunks.

Cara groaned, throwing her head back as she leaned harder against the muddy wall supporting her body. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she whined, her hands cupping the hot skin of her flanks. She was fucking massive.

Someone made his way through the crowd, looking more composed than the other students. He was fully clothed and didn’t appear at all damp despite how heavily the rain was pouring. “Primitive,” he muttered.

Though the word was quiet, Cara couldn’t have missed it. Her eyes darted impulsively, and she found herself blinking up at Lor, who had come to stand at the precipice of the mud pit.

“You…” she breathed.

Lor reached into his jacket and removed a familiar-looking device: the remote. Before Cara even had the chance to recoil, he pointed it directly at the mud pit and pressed a button. The world took on a pinkish hue.

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Cara was suddenly in her living room.

The abrupt shift in scenery was jarring. A surge of nausea rose up her throat, but then settled, disappearing within seconds.

She wavered a little on her feet then fell back, thankfully, against her couch with an “oof!”

Amber, Greg, and Lor materialized around her. Amber blinked around, frowning as she flicked some mud off her shoulder. This action did little to rectify the fact that she was still covered in the earthy gunk. Greg, who was also covered in mud, lay unconscious on the ground next to the coffee table, his body twisted oddly.

Cara belatedly noticed that Peeper the Pig had arrived as well. The animal languidly sprawled itself on its side, wiggling its legs while snorting.

Rather nonchalant for someone who had just teleported, Amber gestured towards Lor. “This your alien baby-daddy?”

Cara nodded back, unable to form words just yet. She was completely overwhelmed by all the recent events, the skin of her belly still feeling tight to bursting. She ran her hands along the mass, only then noticing that she had torn through several seams of her dress. She felt squashed beneath her belly. She fidgeted awkwardly, her breasts hot and bloated, nipples continuing to seep milk into the already-soaked apparel.

Lor was looking her up and down. “The progress is remarkable,” he muttered. “Who knew that humans were so good at growing offspring?”

Cara was too exhausted to curse the alien, let alone shake her fist at him. “I just want to take a bath, then lie down,” she said, sending Amber an imploring look. She felt ready to blow up, or pass out, or both. “I’ll deal with you later,” Cara added to Lor with a dirty look.

Amber came over and held Cara’s hands again. It took their joint effort to heave Cara up, the pregnant girl grunting and struggling until she was on her feet, red and gasping. She groaned as her belly tremored ominously.

Managing to sling one of her weary arms around Amber’s shoulders, Cara allowed the redhead to help navigate her to the bathroom.

“Thanks,” Cara gasped as she gripped the doorframe, her legs feeling like jelly.

“I’ll be right outside,” Amber assured.

After Cara closed the door, she waddled slowly toward the tub, arching and gripping what she could to stay balanced, her slow movements proving to be truly arduous. She fumbled to turn on the water, then managed to ease her plump ass down on the edge. She grimaced as she spread her thighs wide so that they wouldn’t go entirely numb from the crushing weight of her abdomen.

She marveled down at herself, again silently stunned by how truly massive she had become. Though she had in recent weeks gained a soft curviness to her hips and the rest of her body, she was starting to suspect that her belly alone equaled the mass of the rest of her, if not more.

“Fuck,” she whimpered. It was all she could think — that singular word. The water was rising, so Cara tried to shift her attention to how good it felt as it steadily rose to her ankles. When the water level crept up a couple more inches, Cara shifted her butt forward, easing herself down and —

“Errghh!”

She was being squeezed, her vision blurring as she clambered desperately away from the vice-like pressure. She got herself situated firmly on the tub’s edge again, clutching her belly as she moaned in pain. “What the fuck,” she choked out.

She didn’t fit in her bathtub.

It didn’t seem possible! The basin looked so big, so spacious! But she was too wide.

Cara couldn’t fit in her own fucking tub!

A hysterical laugh burst up her throat. Someone knocked on the door.

“Hey, you okay in there?” Amber called.

Cara was already out of air. She resumed her efforts to take long, deep breaths. This seemed like insanity. A bogus dream.

What had become of her body?

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