Fish Girl, Parts 13-15

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Note: This is the female version of Fish Boy.

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Summary: Gina turns into an aquatic creature then starts to develop eggs. Contains: Female: pregnancy, belly expansion, breast expansion, butt expansion, egg laying, animal characteristics.

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13.

Gina looked exhausted the next day.

She seemed to be in a daze, only half conscious, where she was perched in the corner of the tank. Her bottom had gotten large and round, protruding from behind her, growing out of her bikini bottoms, which could barely cling on by then. Her breasts were plump EEs, her areola bloated, and nipples quite large.

“Gina honey,” said Greta, gently tapping the glass. “Gina?”

But Gina didn’t even seem to notice her mother. Gina’s pupils rolled upwards, then her eyes closed.

Her belly was huge, and taking up a good portion of the tank. She just seemed to be getting bigger and bigger. Greta also noticed that the bulge of Gina’s labia looked large and swollen.

Not wanting to disturb her, Greta maintained a watchful eye, but Gina seemed completely out of it. She barely seemed aware of her condition. Maybe she hadn’t been getting enough sleep. Gina was due to give birth that day, but barely seemed to be aware. When she had growth spurts, she grunted and squirmed, occasionally palming her large belly, but that was really the only reaction Gina made. Greta hoped that she was alright.

By the afternoon, Gina’s belly was taking up more than a quarter of the tank. Greta grew increasingly concerned about the labor. What if it was difficult? Worse, what if it didn’t happen? Would Gina simply grow until she burst?

Greta could tell that there was little resistance left, the way Gina’s belly button no longer wiggled, just gave the occasional shudder. No longer did the eggs bulge against the surface of Gina’s belly. Now Gina’s skin was stretched taut over them.

Greta noticed a tear develop in the back of Gina’s bikini bottoms. The tear grew and grew, until her bloating bottom burst completely free from it. And still, Gina seemed oblivious. Her breasts grew plumper, nipples distending, and her belly continued to gently shift forward. As these things occurred, Gina’s face reddened, she grunted, and she stirred somewhat, but she did not wake up. Greta felt anxious for her. How was she going to do this?

By that evening, Greta was scared. She grabbed her phone, wondering if she was going to have to finally get medical intervention. What if Gina needed a cesarean?

When Greta suddenly heard a rush of bubbles, she turned to the tank to see that Gina’s eyes had snapped open, her lips parted, and her face contorted in discomfort. Her belly bobbed and heaved, her shoulders tense as the mass shuddered. She threw back her head as she clutched her gut, more bubbles escaping her throat.

“Gina!” The phone dropped from Greta's hands.

Eyes squeezed shut in pain, Gina finally seemed to take notice of her mother. She threw Greta a pained glance as she rubbed her belly, both of them knowing it was time. To Greta's surprise, Gina gave a pleading look. She motioned for Greta to…leave?

“But Gina-” Greta protested.

Gina motioned more aggressively. She forced a reassuring smile, as if to say, this is something I have to do alone. Gina's face contorted again in discomfort. Her belly pushed out two inches, then another two, as she yelped and groaned, her shoulders twisting. She clutched her abdomen distressfully. Greta could make out the urgency in Gina's eyes.

Covering her mouth, Greta hurried out of the room. Just outside, she paced in anxiety. She prayed Gina would get through this safely.

Once Greta was gone, Gina took inventory of the various sensations littering her body. Her labia was throbbing, breasts aching, bottom bloating, and her belly was violently heaving. She became red in the face as she struggled to endure it all. It was just so tight. She truly felt like she might pop! A tremor ran through Gina's body, her belly jutting and tightening as she tried to gain some semblance of control. The pressure – it was just…so…

Gina’s eyes widened as she felt a heaviness within her pelvis, something pressing against her opening from the inside. Gina pushed, straining just a bit, and then she felt something pop out of her. She reached down to the smooth object beside her and raised it to her field of vision, then stared at the softball-sized thing she had produced. It was a soft-shelled egg, that was translucent, and there was a shadowy figure inside. Was that it? Gina grunted as her belly contracted, the egg slipping from her hand and floating gently to the ground as three more eggs popped out of her vagina. It wasn’t painful, just quite…uncomfortable.

As Gina continued to birth egg after egg, her arousal was painfully evident. Red-faced and trembling, Gina struggled to control herself. Oh god, she thought. Not while I’m giving birth. She pushed another egg out of her, followed by several more.

The birthing went on late into the night, her belly gradually shrinking down to the size of a small boulder, and the whole process was so…incredible…Gina eventually did lose control. She shuddered in orgasm like she hadn’t wanted to, the births halting as her lips throbbed, her belly heaving, and shuddering as the babies demanded attention, but she was absorbed in the waves of pleasure shooting through it. She came again and again, having never imagined she could have such a prolonged and euphoric orgasm. The pleasure overwhelmed her horror and guilt of masturbating while she was giving birth to her children. She rode the euphoria for minutes on end, and just as she began to think it would last forever, it slowly started to subside.

Afterwards, Gina was weak and exhausted, and she struggled to get back on track. She held her belly, and gently pushed.

Indeed, giving birth was incredible. She was bringing a surge of life into the world, populating her tank with dozens--no, hundreds--of eggs.

As her belly became smaller, Gina’s breasts and bottom seemed that much larger. She cupped the plump mounds on her chest. They had continued to swell throughout the process, and now looked to be fat EEE-cups, the internal pressure hot and overwhelming her mammary tissues, her nipples practically pulsating by then.

When it was over, Gina was surrounded by eggs, piles of them. She was stunned by how much she had been able to carry. She gazed on them with weary fondness, some of the shadows within their translucent surfaces shifting about.

Gina sunk to the ground and fell asleep.

14.

“Gina? Gina, darling?”

Gina awoke, though she hadn't wanted to. She slowly sat up to see that her tank had been drained of all but two feet of water. She looked at Greta to see her standing before her. Greta wore a gentle smile and offered her some clothes.

Gina took the clothes, and as she pulled it on, she gazed around at the piles of eggs surrounding them in the tank.

Gina struggled into some spandex mini-shorts and a tank top. Being underwater necessitated tight clothes that didn’t flop around or drift away in the water’s resistance. Again, her gaze caught on the eggs.

“You did great!” Greta praised her.

Gina climbed unsteadily to her feet and embraced her mother. As Gina pulled back, Greta surveyed her.

Gina still looked seven or eight months pregnant, but her belly was more pudgy than firm now. It stuck out, not fully concealed by the top, but Gina didn’t pay it much mind. Beneath her belly, her loins were still visibly swollen despite being contained into the tight shorts she was wearing.

Round EEE-cups heaved on Gina’s chest, plump cleavage bulging from the top, and behind her, her large bottom stretched her shorts to their limits. It looked as though she had stuffed a pair of honeydews back there. Gina had not, by any means, gone back to normal following the birth, as Greta had previously told her that she would. But Gina barely seemed to notice, looking quite content with what she had done. “Mom, it’s amazing,” she tried to explain. “The babies, they’re-“ Gina paused, her eyes widening and face flushing as she placed her hands on her widened hips. Greta looked down to see the crotch of Gina's shorts tenting out as something protruded her her labia. “Ohhh…” Gina breathed, as what Greta estimated to be two more eggs crowned and popped free of her body, bulging into her shorts. Gina reached in and removed one, holding it up, looking embarrassed. She held her belly with her free hand. “I guess I wasn’t finished,” she said bashfully.

“I’m so proud of you honey.” Greta forced a smile. She was nervous as to what was next, what would come from the eggs, and most importantly, what they’d do with all of them, but Greta kept her concerns to herself. “Are you sure they’re all out?” she asked gently. She playfully patted Gina's belly.

Gina blushed. “I think…ahhhh…” Her belly shuddered and her pants tented out once again as two more eggs bulged free from her body. Her shorts began to sag from the bunch of eggs that had appeared within them.

After Gina gently removed each of the eggs and placed them with the others, she and Greta climbed out of the tank and sat on the pool’s edge, where Greta conducted a sonogram. There were an additional two eggs inside Gina, but no more than that. It didn’t compensate for the weight gain--Gina still looked seven months pregnant but she didn’t seem to mind. “They’re taking their time migrating to your birth canal,” Greta explained, watching Gina hold her belly, her fingers sinking into the pudgy flesh.

“Oh,” Gina murmured, absently stroking her mound. She seemed to be in a complete state of bliss.

She really took a liking of this, Greta mused worriedly. Though they had originally used motherhood as a method of helping Gina cope, something had changed, something hormonal. Gina’s personality had come to match her body’s pleasure of breeding. “You should get some rest, Gina,” said Greta. “These two lovelies will come make their debut soon enough.”

Gina agreed, and she climbed back into the pool, drifting down to her eggs, and observing them in amazement for some while. But soon she could stay awake no longer, and she dozed off amongst the piles.

15.

Gina awoke with a grunt. It seemed the last two were ready. She relaxed her body and gently pushed, allowing each to pop out of her and bulge into her shorts. Her lips tingled, but she was nowhere near the state of arousal she had experienced before. After removing the eggs from her shorts, Gina lazily floated about the bottom of the tank. Idly, she stroked her breasts. They were hot and flushed even in the cool water. They seemed fuller than ever, and pressurized. She knew the babies would be hatching soon.

Gina looked down at the eggs. They were bigger as well. It was subtle, but she could tell each had grown by a few centimeters.

Gina bit her bottom lip. She didn’t feel right, keeping this all to herself. They weren’t just her babies, after all. Their arrival had been so amazing, she couldn’t imagine being deprived of the information, the way her friends were. She had to tell them, at least one, before the babies hatched. Josh was her best friend, and she didn’t want to keep this from him any longer.

Though it was heart-wrenching to be separated from her newborns, Gina climbed out of the tank. She knew she could last at least an hour outside of the water. Dripping wet, Gina swung by her bedroom, which seemed dusty and unfamiliar by then. She grabbed an oversized sweatshirt and pulled it on, then headed outside.

It was dark out. Wet and barefoot, Gina walked down the street. Josh only lived a few blocks away. The cool breeze was unfamiliar, and stung Gina’s skin. Gina felt awkwardly heavy and uncoordinated, becoming winded much more quickly than usual. She felt her bottom swaying, and her breasts jiggling. It was all so strange and new.

Gina was gasping for breath by the time she got to Josh’s place. The windows were dark. She banged on the front door, praying someone was home. To Gina’s relief, a light turned on. After a few moments, a yawning young man answered the door in his pajamas. Josh blinked at the person standing before him.

Gina embraced him, her mounds pressing against her friend. Thank goodness, she thought, but all she managed to gasp out was, “Water.”

Still looking at Gina’s body with astonishment, Josh snapped out of his reverie and led her along the side of the house, to the gated backyard. As Josh closed the gate behind them, Gina saw the lighted hot tub bubbling in the center of the yard. Struggling out of the sweatshirt so her rounded belly and heaving cleavage was on display, Gina stumbled over to the hot tub and climbed inside. She submerged herself to her chin, taking wonderful breaths of air. Her breasts had gotten even more swollen during the trip from all the wiggling and bobbing they had endured. They popped free from the top of her tanktop and floated upwards.

“What the hell happened to you?” Josh finally spoke. He looked completely frazzled. “I saw you a week ago. This was your mother, wasn’t it? What’s she doing to you?”

“It’s okay, Josh,” said Gina weakly. “It’s not a big deal.”

“No big deal?” Josh gulped as he stared at the way Gina’s cleavage bulged at the water’s surface. “Gina, your stomach makes you look like you’re pregnant or something. And your ass, it’s – it’s enormous!” Josh reddened.

Gina blushed as well. “I guess I got a little out of shape,” she said awkwardly. She tried to figure out a way to explain. “Josh?” She swallowed. “I um – I mean, you…you’re…” You’re a father. Just say it, Gina chastised herself. She reddened more. It was a wonderful thing. Why was she suddenly afraid to reveal it.

Josh sighed, his shoulders sagging it bit. “What is it? You can tell me.” Pulling off his shirt, Josh climbed into the hot tub, and the two young adults abruptly tensed, feeing a shock of electricity course through them.

Little did either of them know, Gina’s body had gone back into heat immediately following the birth, the pheromones she was producing more potent than ever.

Both students became flushed, Gina panting.

“Gina…” said Josh, staring her.

The two abruptly closed their distance, embracing and kissing. Josh roughly pulled Gina into his lap so the two were chest to chest. He slid his hands down to Gina’s bloated backside as she groaned. Josh then hooked his thumbs in the waistband of Gina’s shorts before pulling them down. Gina grunted as Josh entered her. Josh was even larger than he had been before.

Josh pumped himself in and out of Gina, though he could barely hold it together. Within moments, he came, pumping massive amounts of seed into Gina as both groaned and clung to each other. When Josh was finished, his dick did not soften. He tried to detach himself from Gina, but something stopped him. His breathing thinning, he felt compelled to go another round. Gina nodded her consent before Josh started pumping into her again.

Gina groaned as she felt her belly bloat up with a new litter of children, eggs forming within her at an expeditious rate. She grunted in both pleasure and discomfort as her belly pushed out more from beneath her top. She felt Josh’s member swell up considerably, and in a strangled cry, Gina urged him, “More!”

Josh pumped flood after flood of seed into Gina, both their faces flushed, and bodies acting on their own

Josh finally took notice of Gina’s growing body. He watched Gina go from looking nine months pregnant, to overdue, then bigger. “Holy hell,” Josh breathed, but he couldn’t stop, couldn’t help filling Gina with more and more, as much as he could. He needed to pack her full of seed.

“Ohhhhh,” Gina groaned, her belly bobbing up and down as orgasm after orgasm crashed through her. Her nipples wiggled and burned, distending forth, then beginning to spurt a cream-colored fluid with each of Josh’s exertions, Gina’s round FFF-cups bouncing up and down on her chest.

Soon the hot tub was getting quite tight around them, Gina’s belly close to filling it, when finally, Josh’s reserves were exhausted. He panted as he went limp within Gina’s plump lips. He looked down at his handiwork in confusion and horror. He placed her hands on either side of Gina’s beachball of a belly.

“Gina, what the hell?” said Josh in astonishment.

But Gina seemed to be locked in orgasm, her head tilted back, her back arched, and her mounds heaving, expanding and contracting with her heavy breathing. She placed her hands upon Josh’s that held her belly. Josh felt uneasiness as the mass tremored under his touch. “Yes…” Gina moaned. “Oh god…our babies. I need more…Josh, please…” she grunted. “Give…me…more?” The mass trembled again.

And to Josh’s utter shock, his dick rose to the appeal.

The End