The Second Surrogate VI (Patreon)

Note: This is a story-prompt for Zaxthedestroyer. It is a continuation of a prompt previously requested by iluvfoodbabies.

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Amanda had never been so exhausted.

She was sprawled there, moaning quietly, propped partially upright by the wall behind her. Feelings of numbness, heat, and tension would roll over her body in an endless cycle. She hardly even recognized herself anymore.

She would labor in episodes that lasted minutes, during which her belly would heave up and rise like dough as the tension grew to unbearable levels. Finally, the creatures would spill free, forming a lurching pile between her thighs. The small creatures were always squirmy and active straight out of her body. They would crawl in random directions on their slippery limbs, now covering most of the basement, even littering the walls. And as Amanda’s dazedly watched their sinuous bodies, she could not help realizing that they were steadily growing, there limbs lengthening with time.

She, herself, was covered in the creatures. They treated her like a perch, a source of warmth, as they splayed against her swollen masses, the suction cups beneath their tentacles sticking to her skin.

Amanda breathed heavily during her latest reprieve from birthing the creatures. Her body heaved up and down with her short, erratic inhalations. With a shaking hand, she reached out and attempted to remove one of her newborns spread out across her belly. But it’s body stretched like rubber, tentacles sticking to her like glue. Amanda released it, yelping as it smacked back against her skin.

Still overseeing Amanda’s ordeal were Charles and Barbara looming above. Barbara suddenly raised several limbs as she emitted a strange chittering noise that seemed to reverberate around the insides of Amanda’s skull.

The newborn tentacle monsters went rigid in response to the noise, many of them dropping from wherever they were sticking to. Amanda watched as they gathered themselves again and crawled over to Charles and Barbara. Amanda was reacquainted with the sight of her bare flesh no longer obstructed. Her body was flushed, swollen, and sweat-drenched. She cupped her absurd abdomen with a trembling hand.

Barbara marveled down at the creatures in admiration. “Oh, they are lovely!” she garbled.

Amanda’s belly pulsed. She groaned, knowing that it was still growing somehow. It didn’t seem possible, but the massive orb was still progressively shifting and tightening, despite all the creatures Amanda had already released from it. She had no choice but to endure, her thighs open as wide as possible and her feet squirming helplessly. She arched and groaned at another forceful shudder of growth. Her skin was tingling and prickling, feeling on the cusp of pain. She knew she had to work harder; she had to push more of them out of her. Because the alternative was getting larger. These things were growing bigger inside of her, and maybe more plentiful as well. She had to keep giving birth.

“She must keep her energy up,” Charles noted. “She needs more food.”

Without warning, one of Charles’s tentacles shot out, shoving itself down Amanda’s throat. She gagged and struggled, but soon realized the futility of fighting, instead gulping against the throb of substance if just not to choke. The thick concoction seemed even denser than anything they had fed her so far. Each gulp hit her stomach like a brick, Amanda helpless but to swallow and watch as her belly steadily inched forward.

It wasn’t only her belly that was growing. Amanda’s limbs had been progressively become plumper and thicker, her whole body developing a soft layer of fat. Her ass was round and heavy beneath her, her thighs thick and squishy. She could see how chunky her arms had gotten where they clutched her belly. Plump lips were stretched wide against the tentacle stuffed between them.

It was just too much pressure! Amanda could feel the next wave of labor approaching, bubbling deep in her belly, but it wasn’t enough. She would never be able to birth as fast as she was growing!

Her skin was stinging, a sharp line of heat running for her navel to her pubic region. She tried to voice her desperation, but couldn’t speak, she could only choke on more of the substance expanding her. She was positively ballooning! Charles and Barbara watched on as Amanda’s body grew in waves, inching forward, growing larger than the rest of her. She struggled against the overwhelming weight and pressure, her loins heavy and engorged.

She couldn’t take anymore! Her massive breasts were shoved high, pushing into her chin as her belly expanded into her field of vision. Sharp, hot pain shot through her navel, her body feeling ablaze. There was just no more space! Amanda screamed, her skin peaking and—

The End