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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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Jessica gave another look at the address on her phone, and then at the dive bar in front of her. With a sigh, she opened the door and chubbily walked in.

The place was empty, which made sense, given that it was still early in the afternoon. Jessica looked around but she saw no sign of other people—no patrons and no staff. “Hello?” she called out as she leaned on the bar.

There was no response, but once Jessica really listened, she could hear the faint scuffling of movement.

“Knock, knock!” she tried again.

There was no response.

Jessica absently scratched her stomach. She was dressed in some jeans shorts and a tight short-sleeved shirt, which had been among the more modest articles of clothing she owned. She crossed her arms, frowning as they rested against her bloated abdomen. She waited impatiently for several moments, but no one appeared. Yet she could still hear movement coming from somewhere.

Jessica again leaned against the bar, craning her neck to look around. She could see a door to the right that appeared to lead to a back area. Hesitating for just a moment, Jessica hopped nimbly over the bar. She may have put on some weight in recent days, but she was still pretty athletic, having done four years of track in high school. She knew that she was trespassing, but the stakes didn’t seem steep in that grungy little establishment. It was just a dive bar, after all. And with people like Amber apparently working here, Jessica doubted that the owners were too concerned about rule-following.

Jessica walked over to the door, testing the knob. It was unlocked. She gingerly pushed the door open, slipping into a brightly-lit kitchen, and a sight that made her squeal in disgust.

“Oh my god, ew, what are you doing!?” she cried, covering her eyes and turning away.

“Pardon us,” came an affable voice. It was the guy presently pounding Amber against the wall. They didn’t even stop or try to cover up, Amber gripping the guy’s shoulders, her legs wrapped around his hips. She grunted with each thrust, one of her arms swinging aimlessly. She knocked over a blender and some cutlery from the counter next to them before hooking her elbow back around the guy’s neck.

“Blondie?” Amber said, finally registering Jessica’s presence. “‘the fuck are you doing here? Wanted a show?” she taunted between her gasps.

Jessica’s cheeks reddened. “You people have no shame, do you?” she said. This had to be a violation of at least ten different health codes!

“What…do…you…waaaannhht?” Amber came and so did the guy, judging by the groaning chorus of their voices.

They panted for several moments as Jessica stared doggedly at the wall. She heard a rustle of clothing, then the sound of a zipper being pulled up.

“Thanks Jonathan, I definitely needed that,” Amber remarked.

Jessica glanced back at the pair in disbelief.

“Always a pleasure,” Jonathan said with a wink as he adjusted his junk in his jeans. He turned away and headed for the door, grabbing an apron from a shelf in the process. “Back to the grind,” he said brightly as he passed Jessica on his way to the bar.

“At least wash your hands for fuck’s sake!” Jessica said as Jonathan walked toward a customer who had arrived in the past few minutes. The door swung closed behind him.

“What do you want, Fatty?”

Jessica’s attention returned to Amber who was giving her a onceover, Amber's lips curled in a sneer.

Jessica swallowed as she recalled her purpose in coming there. “Cara sent me. She wants to talk.”

Amber scoffed.

“She says something weird is going on,” Jessica quickly elaborated. “She thinks that I — I contracted whatever’s going on with her.” She uneasily glanced down at her bloated abdomen. “And you too!”

Amber raised an eyebrow. Her gaze dropped to Jessica’s stomach. “No fucking way.”

There was a yammering of excited voices outside the kitchen, in the main bar. But Jessica couldn’t make out specific words. It sounded almost like a different language. Jessica and Amber exchanged a look, then Jessica opened the door, where they spotted Jonathan immersed in conversation with the customer who had arrived. The brim of his baseball cap had been covering his face before, but Jessica was astonished to find herself staring at Lor.

“You’re here too?” Amber said as she casually pushed past Jessica to approach the alien and her coworker. “Jonathan, you know this guy?”

Jonathan offered a lazy smile. “You could call us family.”

Jessica was still musing about the strange language the two men had been using. All slithery and slippery, while saturated with strange noises. It didn’t sound like anything she had ever heard. And why had Jonathan referred to Lor as family?

“I wouldn’t go that far, but we are the same species,” Lor said with amusement.

“Species?” Amber looked from one man to the next. “Jonathan, I’ve known you for like three years. Don’t tell me you’re a fucking alien?”

Whereas a normal human being would have been confused by the accusation (at the very least), Jonathan just grinned. “Guilty as charged!” he sang.

The two men motioned like they were going to chest-bump over the bar, which didn’t seem like it would be possible. But somehow they both bounced five feet in the air, and then rather than bumping chests, both somehow did an odd twirl and back-bumped instead. Jessica felt like she was high.

“Florglezerg!” The two men exclaimed as they descended to the ground.

“Fuck,” Jessica breathed.

Amber was staring off looking deep in thought. Suddenly she closed her eyes, her brows knit in concentration. She started breathing heavily. “Ahhh…mmmghh…”

Amber was wearing a pair of tight leather pants and a bronze bustier. Jessica’s eyes bulged as she watched Amber’s concave stomach grow increasingly shallow, until it flattened, then pushed out, forming a convex that was steadily increasing. Amber’s face was screwed up in effort as her belly continued to grow, taking on a bloated look, a subtle roundness as her bustier grew tighter against her. Suddenly her pants button popped off, leaving Amber puffing out a breath and opening her eyes to gaze down at herself in fascination.

“Jesus christ!” Jessica exclaimed.

“Humans are astounding,” Jonathan said as he marveled.

“It seems our problems are solved,” Lor murmured with a wry smile as he looked over the girls.

“We have to get out of here,” Jessica said, grabbing Amber’s wrist without thinking.  “Stupid alien bastards…”

“What the hell, Blondie,” Amber griped as she was dragged outside and manhandled into Jessica’s sedan. “You’re lucky you got fat, otherwise I’d still be able to kick your ass.”

Jessica ignored the redhead, slamming the door shut, then hurrying over to the driver’s side and getting in. She fiercely spun the car around.

A short fifteen minutes later, the car squealed to a halt in front of Cara and Jessica’s building. Jessica had been so focused on driving, she had not noticed that Amber had wantonly shoved her hand right down the front of her pants.

“Uhhh…” Amber groaned, her eyelids fluttering.

The bustier inched upwards as Amber’s abdomen grew. It was no longer just a hint of bloat, but now clearly round in shape, protruding in a way that was indicative of pregnancy. Amber’s back arched, her thighs quivering. She yelped as her belly button popped outward. Then she slumped back in the seat, gasping heavily, her belly rising and falling. Jessica could only gawk. The redhead already looked like she was five months pregnant!

“Trippy,” Amber breathed, one hand cupping her abdomen, and the other cupping one of her breasts. Jessica wasn’t sure, but it looked as though Amber’s boobs might have grown a little as well.

Jessica lightly shook herself. “What are you doing!?”

“Experimenting,” Amber responded with a sly look. “I mean, this is weird as hell. We’re pregnant with fucking alien babies. Aren’t you curious what these things can do?”

Jessica was in disbelief. “You’re nuts!”

Amber rolled her eyes. “You act like that’s news,” she drawled.

“Let’s just go in and talk to Cara—”

“Why should I?” Amber cut her off. “I don’t have a problem with any of this.”

Jessica shook her head as she got out of the car. Amber was simply insane!

“Woah, this feels weird,” Amber said as she stepped out of the passenger seat, one high heel at a time. Her abdomen was sticking out bare beneath her straining little top. “Fuck, I’m huge. Look at me, I’m about to be a fucking mommy. Fuck, I’m full of Jonathan’s babies.” She cupped her rounded swell.

Jessica felt her eye twitch. “Will you stop acting like a lunatic for one freaking minute—”

“I swear, Fatty, if you touch me again—”

“What’s going on?” A male voice interjected. Jessica and Amber looked up.

“Greg!” Jessica said. (“Ew,” Amber added.) “What are you doing here?”

“I just stopped by to check in on Cara. Things aren’t looking good up there…” Greg trailed off, seeming momentarily queasy. “I think we have a serious problem here. Wait, w-what happened to you!?” he said, ogling Amber’s swollen belly.

Amber threw her hair over one shoulder, pointedly ignoring him.

“She’s fucking nuts, that’s what,” Jessica said, even as Amber threw her a look that promised pain in the near future.

“Right,” Greg managed, finally tearing his gaze away from Amber’s body. “Let’s all go upstairs and talk. This is important. Like, end of the world type stuff.”

As Amber rolled her eyes, Jessica bit her lip in fear. “Okay, let’s go,” she said eagerly.

Amber huffed. “Fine. Might as well check in on Cheeky.” She gave Greg and Jessica yet another disgusted look, but nevertheless followed them.

Moments later, the three young adults were stepping back into Cara and Jessica’s apartment. Cara was in the living room, groaning and squirming her limbs, which looked so small and feeble in comparison to the huge orb of the belly dominating her midsection. It appeared that the couch had collapsed partially beneath her, sinking deeply where Cara was seated, to the point that Cara was nearly against the floor.

“Cheap piece of junk.” Amber said as she walked over, kicking the end of the couch. Then she approached Cara, who was slumped back, breathing heavily. Cara seemed entirely squashed by her belly, which was starting to look like a boulder perched atop her. “How are you, darling?”

“I walked in on Amber fucking her coworker,” Jessica mentioned to Amber’s left.

“He’s not my coworker, he’s my boss,” Amber retorted, kicking Jessica.

“Ow!” Jessica shrieked, grabbing for Amber’s hair.

Cara was still busily huffing and puffing as though she was doing lamaze. Her eyes darted rapidly between the two women.

Greg shoved himself between Amber and Jessica, separating the women, his hand planted against Jessica’s face as he pushed her away. “Will you two stop for five fucking seconds!?” he screamed hysterically.

Amber and Jessica stilled, all attention shifting to Greg, who looked close to tears.

The room had fallen silent. Greg lowered his arms, instead folding them against his chest as he took a moment to breathe and gather his composure. “I sincerely think we have an alien invasion on our hands. And now they’ve learned how to breed. We, as a species, may be fucked.”

“Where are you getting this, Greg?” Jessica wanted to know.

“Well, you know I’m a Chemical Engineering major,” Greg said, “But my minor is in Bio. And I’ve been running some tests on Cara —”

“Is that why she’s pink?” Amber cut in.

Jessica looked at Cara. She honestly hadn’t noticed the difference at first, being that Cara was frequently flustered, what with everything that was happening. But as Jessica really studied her roommate, she could see that the tone of Cara’s skin had an unnatural brightness to it. She almost seemed to be glowing. Jessica wrinkled her nose, a bit appalled that Greg would do such a strange thing to someone already so huge and defenseless.

“Fucking — your — boss!?” Cara forced out, seeming to have finally sucked in enough air to form words. She looked rather crazed, her pupils dilated. Her belly trembled forcefully.

“It’s nothing,” Amber said with a flop of her hand. “Just stress-relief. You know Jonathan’s like a brother to me.”

“He’s an alien!” Jessica shrieked. “And why would you say that? Why the fuck would you fuck your — what the fuck!”

“The point is—” said Greg emphatically, taking back the reins on the conversation. “This thing seems to be spreading rapidly, and we need to get it contained.”

“God, the pink actually looks cute on her,” Amber said, looking pained as she groaned and clutched her belly. “Ohhh…”

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