Bigger!

Do you fantasize about this? Does just the thought turn you on? Thinking about being swollen and heavy with a baby?

Your hips spread and now nice and wide to cradle, your ass plump and full, your breasts heaving with milk. And your belly. Your beautiful, round, heavy belly. Do you just want to lay in bed feeling my baby kick? Waiting for me to come home so you can take my big hand and place it on your sensitive belly. Waiting for me to grin ear to ear. To know how hungry I am for you as I rub your poor back and aching hips.To lean in and kiss you deeply as I rub your maternal swell. Feeling me pull you in close, hands going to your sensitive tits as I start kissing down your neck. My warm mouth finding your engorged dark nipples, thick and leaking, and taking them in. Latching on your breast and sucking even though it hurts a little with how tender and raw they are. Feeling me get rock hard against your belly and throbbing to be in you. Knowing this is the cock that made you like this. Imposed this heavy pregnancy on you. Making you huge and vulnerable. Making you feel all the extra weight as I place you in position to ride me. One hand rubbing your big stretch marked belly as the baby kicks. The other squeezing your hurting tits but feeling so good. Heaving your swollen body up and down as you struggle to grind on me. looking down past your enormous distended belly at me and seeing how much I wanted this. How badly I wanted every part of you achingly full. Feeling me drive into you with only one goal in mind :To make the mother of my baby cum and cum and cum.

*breathing heavily and sweating a little*

Air rushed into Cammie's lungs in a gasp, both in shock and at the sudden relief in pressure from her cheer uniform bursting open. She meant to scream, but the pleasure that radiated from her rapidly inflating tits blended the sound with a deep, needy moan. Her eyes fluttered, clouding over with momentary lust, before rage returned. Cammie glared at the nerd standing in front of her with a fury and heat that made the beam of the growth ray seem positively frigid.

"What do you want me to say?! Your routine sucked! You showed up in tight jeans and, as far as we could tell, no bra at all, you couldn't keep rhythm, and, at most, you knew a third of the moves! We rejected you because you were fucking awful, not because we were bullying you! But, if this is how you're going to act, maybe we should have bullied you! You graceless, uncoordinated, entitled fucking bitch!"

The ray's effects still held strong. The sound of straining fabric filled the air as Cammie's breasts bulged up over the cups of the bra and tried their best to push under the wire. The clasp groaned and strained and the fabric strained against the pressure. Cammie only had one option. She steeled herself and made a frantic lunge towards the woman in front of her, hoping that her athleticism would give her the advantage. Unfortunately, the new growth on her chest had shifted her center of gravity higher than she was used to. Cammie tripped. She fumbled. She managed to grab the gun out of her assailant's hands, but she couldn't keep her balance. While her breasts might have cushioned her fall, the loud CRUNCH shortly after sent a chill up her spine. Slowly, Cammie raised herself off the ground. Underneath her was the ray gun or, rather, what was left of it.

Suddenly, a large crack across the barrel started to glow, a pale light pouring out of it. The light quickly grew brighter and brighter, Cammie moaning as, once again, warmth filled her. Just as it seemed like it couldn't get any brighter, it stopped. The barrel went dark. A lime green spark arced across the surface. The whole thing seemed to swell. The crack split even wider, rending the gun in two, and a blinding light poured out.