Fish Girl, Parts 7-9

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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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7.

Gina refused to leave the pool. She had gotten herself as far as sitting on the pool’s edge, before she began to complain about the heaviness, the tightness, the discomfort, and all the other things that came with incubating dozens of eggs in one’s stomach. She sat there in just her bra and underwear looking flustered and a little frightened.

Gina’s mother hurried downstairs to retrieve some equipment. She returned moments later with a portable sonogram, gel, and some other things. She stood there and observed Gina for a moment, as she breathed, and held the sides of her belly.

She hadn’t noticed before, but Gina’s hips seemed wider, finally succumbing to the weight they were being posed to carry. Her cheeks seemed somewhat fuller, probably from all the extra eating; the pregnancy explained a lot. And her chest looked softer, no longer flat, the way it had been prior to the pregnancy. Her legs were spread wide to give her belly some extra space.

The mound rose and fell with her heavy breathing. Greta kneeled down beside her and performed a sonogram, monitoring the dozens of eggs packed within Gina. As she did, Greta explained as much as she could aloud.

Yes, Gina was pregnant, overly-pregnant, if that was a thing. The girl had gotten herself completely bursting with eggs. The pregnancy would be short, five days long, and yes, she would continue to grow throughout it. Though many of the eggs had reached maturity already, most of them had not. The eggs she carried were soft and translucent, taking up as little space as they could. They were all at varying stages in development, meaning that Gina had been impregnated not once, not twice, but several times. Starting out at the size of golf balls, over the course of five days, the eggs generally grew two or so inches before they were ready to be birthed. Sometimes they grew less, sometimes more. In the end, this all equated to a good deal of growth for Gina, most of which would occur towards the end of gestation.

Gina fidgeted somewhat as her mother explained all this. Greta watched Gina’s golf ball-sized belly button bob as she squirmed. That was probably an egg pressed against her navel. Gina looked like she would try to make a run for it were she not encumbered by her own weight. It was like she wanted to escape from her body.

Greta reassuringly rubbed Gina’s tense back. “For now, I think you should relax, and-”

“Mom,” Gina cut in, her belly heaving. “I can’t. I can’t.”

“But you did Gina,” Greta responded. “You pumped yourself up with babies. A lot of them.”

Gina roughly shook her head, in denial. “I feel so tight, mom, the pressure, it’s-”

“Those are your babies growing,” Greta forced out. “You should celebrate it.”

Gina stopped panicking. This tactic seemed to be working.

“It’s only five days. You’ll get through this, I promise. Think of the pay-off. The children.”

Gina had never expressed any interest in parenthood. Greta supposed it was the hormones and pheromones that were responsible for the change; the things circulating in her body that shouldn’t have been there. Ultimately, Greta felt as though this was her fault. “Can I feel?” Greta asked, watching Gina absently hold her stomach.

Gina hesitated, then nodded.

Greta placed her hand on Gina’s belly. It was surprisingly soft. There was a faint wiggling of several masses beneath her fingertips. Greta’s eyes widened in surprise. “Oh my, how long were you feeing this?”

Gina shrugged. “A while now,” she said weakly. “I guess I was in denial.”

Her mother stroked the egg bulging against her belly button. Greta giggled as it visibly wiggled. Gina stiffened somewhat and cupped her belly button. She looking ambivalent between frightened and protective, though her face was flushed in embarrassment.

“They’re energetic,” said Greta. Gina stiffly nodded and Greta sighed. “Why don’t you get some rest. The babies are going to need all of your energy over the next few days.”

Gina nodded again. “Alright,” she said.

Greta could tell Gina wanted to say more, to protest more, that Gina still wanted to escape her body and the whole scenario, but for now, she was in a maternal mood. That was good. Greta just had to keep reminding Gina that she was going to be a parent.

Greta waited for Gina to ease her fecund body back into the water, Gina again sighing as most of her weight was lifted from her muscles.

“How does it feel?” Greta said, putting as much cheer and reassurance into her voice as she could.

“Lighter,” Gina admitted. “Better. It feels like…they belong in the water.”

“Makes sense,” said Greta.

“I can still feel the pressure,” said Gina. Greta knew that Gina was rubbing the mound beneath the water’s surface. “I guess they’re growing fast.” She swallowed.

Greta nodded. “Pressure is what you want to be feeling. Why don’t I bring you some dinner? We’ll get those little ones fed.”

Gina hesitated, then said, “I think they’d appreciate that.” Greta got an uneasy little smile out of Gina. That was an accomplishment as far as Greta was concerned. The better Gina's spirits, the easier the next five days were going to be.

“Be right back,” said Greta, smiling and walking off as she did calculations in her head and wondered how much fish would be sufficient for her daughter's brood of babies.

8.

It had been two days since Gina’s last fertilization. She had three days before she would go into labor.

She had been eating and sleeping more, while swimming much less. It was early in the morning when Greta headed down to the lab in her bathrobe, a cup of coffee in hand. As she turned on her computer, she threw a glance to Gina’s tank.

Gina was asleep on her back, her body floating about a foot from the bottom of the tank. Her body swayed slightly with the water current, her abdomen plump and implausibly large. With her belly wider than her and towering above her, she looked as though she was overdue with a pudgy batch of sextuplets. Greta observed the way Gina's belly button twitched every now and then, and could only assume the other eggs were just as active. Greta watched Gina shift uncomfortably in her sleep, sometimes pawing at her mass. Taking a sip from her mug, Greta slid behind her computer and continued her research on aquatic births.

Gina didn’t awake for another few hours. When she did, she looked down at herself and marveled at her latest growth, her belly rising and falling with her deep breathing.

But she slowly relaxed, and continued to float around at the bottom of the tank, blankly staring at her girth. Greta imagined Gina was reminding herself that she only had three more days until it was over.

But it would be far from over. Gina’s mother always intentionally neglected mentioning the difficulty Gina would have caring for dozens of children – perhaps hundreds. Greta honestly didn’t want to think about it, as she was more focused on just getting Gina through the pregnancy and birth.

During their evening lesson that day, Gina was clearly distracted. Her eyes regularly darted down to her belly, her hand continuously shifting from one spot to another to rub. Her navel seemed to require the most attention, but she was beginning to have difficulty reaching it.

After the lesson, rather than forcing Gina to climb out of the tank and face the full extent of gravity – something she just wasn’t equipped to handle anymore – Greta drained the tank down to just a few feet of water. Greta put on a wet suit, went in, and proceeded with an exam. Gina sat at the bottom, reclined somewhat to lean on her hands, the water just below her chest, which her mother could see was getting quite full. The top of Gina's rib cage disappeared under the water, but then her belly crowned out of it again, a spherical white iceberg that bobbed with all Gina’s fidgeting. Her lower belly and pelvis disappeared under water, her knees poking out, spread wide to accommodate her size. In this position, she looked more than ready to give birth. She looked as though she would pop!

“How is the pressure?” said Greta with a calmness in her voice. She felt around Gina’s belly, surprised that despite her fullness, the skin offered some resistance when Greta pressed down with her fingertips. Gina's body was adapting to the growth.

“Increasing,” said Gina thinly. She offered a grimace, but it disappeared as she breathed through the poking and prodding. Gina was not fully comfortable with the lowered water level, or the pressure of Greta's fingers on her already pressurized stomach.

Greta pulled out her waterproof stethoscope and pressed it around Gina's belly, listening to the squirming of the countless masses within. Greta threw a glance at Gina's navel, Gina's belly button still twitching even then. Greta couldn’t help giggling. “The one over there is really at it.”

Gina reddened, but released a chuckle. “Yeah, that one seems pretty much stuck there.” She seemed to lose her breath and fell into heavy breathing. Greta noticed how Gina's smile lingered despite it. Gina seemed to be growing more maternal with size.

Greta encouraged Gina to lean back to take some water in through her gills. Afterwards, Greta helped Gina back upright, Gina's belly bobbing as she reoriented herself. Greta finished up her exam, and refilled the tank. Greta then had to head out to the fish market, but assured Gina that she would be back in just a few hours.

About an hour after Greta had left, Gina heard some noises coming from the first floor. With some difficulty, Gina swam to the surface of her tank, and poked her head out of the water to hear that someone was knocking at the door.

Gina had no intention of leaving her tank. She wasn’t even sure if she could at that point. Supposing the knocker would realize no one was home, then leave, Gina leaned on the edge of the pool and waited for just that to happen.

But that was not the case. The knocking became more aggressive, and the doorknob began to rattle. Gina became anxious. What if it was a thief, or just some crazy person? What if this person tried to hurt her and her babies? As Gina heard someone begin to tinker with the window, she started to panic. Just as she started preparing to try to heave herself out of the tank, the window swung open, and someone clambered through.

It was Josh.

“You nearly gave me a heart attack,” said Gina, clutching her chest.

“Dude, why didn’t you answer the door?” Josh glared at her.

Gina sank deeper in the water, self-conscious about her condition. She sank till the water came up to her chin. She didn’t want to think of how she would explain to her best friend that she was pregnant with a mass of children, many of which were his. “You have to go,” she said nervously.

“What’s going on?” said Josh. “Your mother stops letting me visit; I don’t hear anything from you for days. Tell me she’s not experimenting on you or something?” Josh was approaching the pool, pulling off his shirt in the process.

Gina backed away. “No, of course not. Josh wait, don’t-”

But at that moment, Josh hopped in.

“Woah…” said Josh.

Little did either know, the pheromones Gina was giving off in her advanced condition were extremely powerful. Josh had instantly become almost painfully erect.

Pressing herself to the edge of the pool opposite Josh, Gina knew she had to get out. She was sure she could, in a single surge of strength. She so wanted to get out of the water, and yet she didn’t. Her body knew she was beyond capacity with offspring, and yet her subconscious still wanted more. It had an insatiable appetite for impregnation; it was like her body was in constant heat. And Gina’s subconscious knew that Josh’s sex had grown bigger and more fertile than all her other classmates who had visited. Gina watched Josh groan and reach down into the water.

The door snapped open. At seeing Josh, Greta dropped the grocery bags she was carrying. “Out, get out!” she shrieked. “Don’t make me call the police!”

Josh quickly climbed out of the tank, grabbing his shirt. “You can’t get away with whatever you’re trying to do,” he said. “She’s a human being, not one of your science experiments!”

“Josh, you don’t understand!” Gina called, pleadingly.

“Out!” Greta slammed the door behind him. She sighed, the turned to Gina, who was stationary in the pool, her face blank. “Are you okay?” Greta asked.

Gina released an awkward chuckle, her face flushed. “Sorry mom,” she said weakly, growing breathless.

“Oh honey…”

Gina allowed herself to sink below the water’s surface. Greta hurried downstairs to the glass wall of the tank to watch her. Gina threw a glance Greta's way, but was quickly distracted by the new eggs developing in her womb. Gina's body twisted and trembled as her belly heaved again and again, swelling until her face was red, her belly button wiggling furiously. Bursts of bubbles escaped Gina's mouth until the growth finally ended. Gina didn’t look back at her mother, she just desperately rubbed her hands over her mass, looking scared and distressed, her jaw and body tight. Suddenly she threw her head back and arched her back, more bubbles escaping her mouth as her belly shuddered. But this wasn’t more growth, this was pressure, and Greta didn’t know how much more of it Gina could take. Gina’s body finally relaxed and she sunk to the bottom of the tank. The girl looked absolutely exhausted. She stared as her belly button innocently twitched.

“Just another five days,” Greta called to her uneasily, hoping she sounded reassuring.

9.

Greta absently flipped through channels on the small portable television propped on a shelf in her lab. She lowered the remote when she got to the news.

“…string of cheerleaders have become pregnant at the local high school,” the reporter droned on. “In fact, there is now a ninety-percent pregnancy rate in the squad. Authorities are trying to determine the reason. With me is cheerleading captain, Rhonda Gilberts.”

The camera turned to the tear-streaked face of a young girl.

“Tell us about what’s going on, Rhonda,” said the reporter.

“I don’t know how this happened. I always, like, make sure to use condoms, you know, because my parents are super-religious.”

“And this isn’t the result of a pregnancy pact between you and your squad-mates?”

“Of course not! A lot of us were looking forward to cheer scholarships! We like to have fun, but we would never do anything like this. All the guys, they all suddenly just got so-” Rhonda stopped as her stomach audibly grumbled, her plump cheeks reddening.

“Continue,” the reporter urged her.

“This is gonna ruin everything.” Rhonda dabbed at some tears with a handkerchief, then took a deep, shuddering breath. “My body’s already, like, starting to change. The doctors think – they suspect multiples.”

The camera panned down the girl’s body. Her cheerleading uniform looked tight on her round DD breasts which were all but popping over the low neckline of her outfit, her nipples large and visibly protruding against the fabric. Her plump hips bulged out against either side of her short skirt, incongruous with her slim, shaky legs. The top and bottom of her uniform had pulled apart somewhat from the growth of her breasts and waist, revealing her stomach, which looked just slightly rounded and plump.

“I don’t know what I’m gonna do.” The girl burst into sobs, her breasts bobbing, and nipples threatening to become exposed.

The screen changed to a picture of Rhonda standing at the top of a cheer-pyramid, pom-poms raised, only here, she was stick-thin and flat-chested.

“This was Rhonda two weeks ago,” the reporter stated through a voice-over. “Doctors strongly suspect she is carrying six embryos, or more. It is too soon to be exact. Being that her family is opposed to abortion, Rhonda and her medical staff are preparing for a long and difficult pregnancy. Other cheerleaders have learned they may give birth to six, seven, eight children, or more…” Pictures of cheerleaders in varying stages of bloatedness flashed on the screen. Some had bulging midsections. Others had cantaloupe-sized breasts. All looked mortified, trying to cover themselves up. “For many, it is impossible to hide their condition, even in these early stages. Health professionals are trying to determine the cause of this high fertility…”

Greta dozed off.

The next morning, Greta found herself propped against her desk, using her arms as a pillow. Blinking a few times, she sat up and turned to the tank, where she stared at Gina in a mixture of concern and amazement.

Gina looked as though she had a grown man curled in her womb. She was upright and floating about near the bottom of the tank, her eyes squeezed shut, cheeks flushed, back tense, and face fixed with a permanent grimace. Her fingers clutched either side of her plump abdomen, sinking just slightly into the bloated mass. A tremor passed through Gina’s body every now and then, belly rising and falling as though it was pulsating. Gina’s overall tension resembled that of a woman in labor, but she wasn’t, and that was the problem.

Greta was doubtful that Gina had gotten any rest. Her belly button trembled rather than wiggled or twitched, another sign that she was over capacity. Her breasts had swollen to round C-cups over the night, as though her body was preparing to nurse. Despite her concern for her daughter, Greta couldn’t help appreciating the scientific significance of it all. Not only had Gina become an aquatic human, but one that was capable of mass reproduction – better yet, she was capable of breeding massive litters without any sexual contact. Still, maybe her body wasn’t equipped for all this.

Greta snapped out of her reverie as some bubbles burst from Gina’s mouth, signaling a grunt of discomfort. Gina's belly heaved. She couldn’t handle the pressure.

Greta hurried over to the glass. “Honey?”

Gina opened her eyes, looking dazed and exhausted. She looked down at her body, anxiety spreading over her face.

“How are you doing?” Greta asked.

But Gina was busy staring at her mass. After a few moments, Gina offered her mother a weak nod.

Greta could see that there were shadows under Gina's eyes. Greta had been hoping that Gina would fall fully asleep during the night, allowing her body some rest, but that hadn’t worked. Gina couldn’t stay like this; it would exhaust her. “I want to give you a muscle relaxant, to help you through the next few days.”

Gina looked at her, placing a hand on her belly. It heaved as she breathed, her breasts wiggling.

“It won’t harm the babies,” Greta assured her. “It’s safe.”

Gina hesitated, then nodded.

Greta hurried to one of her shelves and lifted a canister. She then went upstairs and walked to the edge of the pool, where she dumped the contents of the canister in. She watched the water become a pale purple hue, before she hurried back downstairs to see the effects.

Greta watched Gina, who remained tense for a while, her eyebrows furrowed and shoulders tight. But then her tense back slowly relaxed, her tremors easing, and face relaxing. Gina's belly pushed forward a few inches, as though revealing growth she had been holding in. Her limbs uncurled and her eyes fell closed, as she floated freely, finally at ease.

Greta watched Gina sleep. Greta could tell that her daughter was scared, but Gina had to stop fighting the pressure. For now, there was nothing she could do but grow.

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