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Melissa was a cyborg. Following her creation, she’d had beautiful long metallic limbs, full plump flesh hips, a narrow waist to match, round pliant fleshy breasts, and a metallic face with one glittering human eye. The other was an artificial, crystal blue. Like the rest of her bionic body parts, her cool lips were made of a highly advanced, versatile, sometimes flexible, metal.

Nowadays, Melissa looked somewhat…different…than she had directly following her creation. She had spent months enduring as her body uncomfortably swelled. Now most of her time was spent encumbered beneath the weight of her massive belly, engorged breasts, plump hips, and bloated bottom. All of her human parts had become swollen and changed.

As part of paying off her cyborg body, Melissa worked aboard a deep-space colony ship and served as a surrogate for the unborn children of the frozen crew. Melissa hated the fact she was carrying 30 full-term children in her womb. But what she hated even more was the loneliness of her employment. It was ironic that she was full of other beings and yet isolated by them all at once.

Melissa ran her fingers over her swollen girth, closing her eyes as she endured another bout of wriggling movement all along the walls of her bloated flesh. Another tear developed in her clothing.

The bodysuit had seemed a practical idea when Melissa had been informed of its limitless stretching potential. But that, apparently, was not the case. Every day, new tears were developing in the tight black apparel. It was only a matter of time until her belly burst right through.

The mound was the size of a bolder, bigger than she was by then. She looked as though she had a full grown man, or two, curled inside her. She felt useless, perched there in bed most of the time, groaning in discomfort as her hips grew plumper, her large breasts fuller and sore where they sat perched atop her belly. Originally she had been thrilled that all of her best parts had been left human—her ass, her groin, stomach, and tits. But when Melissa had realized that her reproductive system had been left in tact for a more practical sense than the one she had in mind, she had quickly become disappointed.

There was a rustling noise, causing Melissa’s internal sensors to go off. She immediately darted her head to the left. “Who’s there?”

There was no response, and no more noise.

But Melissa’s sensors continued to ring, on high alert. She knew that something was there. She strained and heaved her heavy body off the bed, her impeccable metallic face reddening—an indicator of her exertion. Once standing, she ran her hands along the sides of her massive belly. She looked as though she was ready to burst, and felt it. Though her bionic parts were unaffected, her human parts were strained, every movement causing her hips to throb, and her groin to twinge beneath the combined pressure and arousal that her condition left her in. But Melissa straightened her back, sliding her hand down to the ray gun strapped to her hip. “Show yourself,” she stated flatly.

Finally, something emerged from the shadows. Melissa was surprised to see a xenomorph. It must have slipped onto the ship during the last fuel stop. Melissa immediately gripped at her weapon, but in one fractured instant, the xenomorph closed in on her. Melissa grunted as she was slammed into a wall, her belly wobbling. Because of the burden of her condition, she didn’t have the energy stores to fight off this entity. The xenomorph could tell how overly pregnant, and by extension, how fertile her body was. Its body was responding accordingly. Melissa’s lips parted as she watched its gender emerge, thick, large, inch after inch of it protruding out of him, until the massive length was fully revealed, erect, and poking against her belly.

“S-stay away,” said Melissa, unable to help staring as the xenomorph ran its clawed fingers over her heaving mound. Her belly was unbelievably large, and separated them a good deal. Her FFF-cups breasts were perched above it, swollen nipples beginning to push forward. Her loins began to seep between her plump hips. She was becoming aroused as well.

Oh god… Her innards began to wiggle again. The children were becoming fretful. The xenomorph continued to explore her mass, seeming fascinated by the movement within. It trailed her belly button as it twitched. Her hips throbbed beneath the weight of it all. And yet the xenomorph was gentle.

Melissa gasped as she was turned around so her belly was pressing the wall now. The xenomorph held her hips as its gender found her opening.

Melissa held her belly, as she stood there, frozen. She was so big already, her body under tremendous strain. And yet her reproductive system was compatible with that of most other species in the galaxy, her body designed of overlap pregnancies. She was already full to bursting with babies—no room had been left for more. If the xenomorph impregnated her, it would truly test her limits, especially considering how well-endowed this xenomorph was, and how fertile its species was known to be.

But then Melissa’s mind went foggy, her internal mechanisms to breed kicking in. Suddenly she wondered if it would truly be that bad if she got a little more pregnant, especially as she felt the xenomorph’s massive gender rub against her swollen, dripping opening. “Wait…just—mmpfffgghhh!”

And the decision was made.