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Summary: Gina is impregnated with piglets. Contains: Female: Belly expansion, multiple breasts (3 pairs), breast expansion, and more. Spin-off of Piglets.

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“Wait,” the creature grunted out.

And for some reason, Gina stopped in her tracks. She wanted to run, but she knew she had to hear this.

“They m-made me nurse,” the creature snuffled. “I’m not…not sure which was worse, the n…nursing, or having them taken away. Ohhh…” The creature’s belly gurgled and throbbed, and she twitched as though to recline on the floor again. “This is my…third litter,” she grunted. “I feel like every time they fill me, I’m less woman. More pig. ‘m still in the early stages but…but I…nghhh…” The creature trembled, and her belly rose, like baking dough, pushing into her thighs as she arched and groaned, making every effort to make space as her belly rolled forward. She struggled beneath it, her voice muffling as breast flesh surged toward her face. She squirmed to change position, but managed to garble out one last remark— “There’s no baby. It’s all—lie. Get out. Get—away! Mpphhghh…”

Gina managed to back out of the room, her insides lurching, as if the piglets within her own body were squirming forcefully. A pressure shifted harshly downwards, causing her to yelp, her thighs quavering. What was that? Gina cupped the underside of her belly.

Her abdomen tensed and tightened. It was a contraction. The timing was inexplicable, and Gina felt hysterical to the point that she gave a laugh that quickly descended to snorts. That sobered her and she shut her mouth, instead standing there in the seventh-floor corridor, stiff, frightened, and clutching what she could of her gut.

She couldn’t do this alone, but she couldn’t do this with the scientists either. They had manipulated her. Used her. Even Jack was suddenly a hostile stranger.

Her body took the choice out of her hands, as her belly gave a sharp seize that choked her and made her legs give out. The shooting pressure worsened, growing painful. She slumped hard against the walker, her weight gradually pulling her towards the ground.

Footsteps hurried down the corridor. Clammy hands seized her arms, but Gina could hardly raise herself up with their aid. Instead she felt herself opening up, right there in the corridor, the heavy weight of her burden forcefully shooting down and offering no hope of a slow birth.

Gina arched and screamed as she felt something beginning to crown. Her pants were shoved down, and she felt something effectively squishing out of her in the most bizarre sensation she had ever endured. Something plopped heavily on the floor. Gina slumped back on her ass, gasping as she blinked around. Several lab staff members were present, her husband included. Jack was in a lab coat, and was not even making intimations of being a lab tech, instead shouting out directions as underlings hurried about. Gina’s insides lurched, and she groaned, as a new mass was shoved down from her packed womb. She reached up a shaking hand to cradle her swollen belly, but instead it was occupied, as Jack shoved something into her heaving chest.

“You did great, honey,” he said, his tone easily switching from authoritative to the flimsy one on her husband.

Gina looked down to the newborn…piglet…in her arms. It indeed was a piglet, and the fattest one she had ever seen. She hadn’t even known piglets could get so fat. It was a squirming blob, and full evidence that Gina had indeed been overfed throughout her pregnancy.

She shoved the slimy creature back into Jack’s arms, just as a second one began to crown, her face contorting in disgust. She would not bond with them. They were fucking animals. And resolved to that knowledge, Gina screwed up her face and continued to give birth.

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After that, everything became hazy.

Gina refused nursing, despite the insistence of several scientists, Jack especially. They continually tried to push the piglets onto her, as though she was actually their mother. Gina dogmatically refused to get attached to the creatures. She would not be fooled or manipulated anymore.

She was sure there was something sinister in the seemingly altruistic request that she nurture the animals. Maybe they wanted to provoke more pig hormones into the forefront of her biology. As far as Gina was concerned, she was undergoing a complete pig-cleanse. Accordingly, the lab sent for formula. As though that had been a difficult task to accomplish.

Gina’s belly shrunk considerably following the birth, as did her breasts after a few weeks, but all the mounds were still very evident. Her body remained permanently mutated, breasts bobbing, tail twitching, and she stayed very flushed. She also found herself growing increasingly lethargic and sedentary. It was all related to the rush of hormones she had gotten during the birth. She was just lucky she hadn’t ended up with pig ears, or anything worse.

Lab personnel visited her regularly, supposedly to check up on things. They were already trying to ease her into the idea of working at the lab on a permanent basis. They would reference the perks, the health benefits, and lofty job openings that would suit her. Someone even suggested that there had been a loop hole in her contract. That, legally, she could be made to work at the lab indefinitely or face legal consequences.

They were doing everything they could to pressure her; to solidify her place as their property. They wanted her to be complicit to this notion. She wasn’t, but she was good at pretending.

Fatigued, Gina asked about her true infant. More in curiosity than genuine belief that it had ever actually existed.

Jacobson’s face grew somber. “Gina…we’re sorry. There were complications. The baby didn’t make it.”

Gina’s lip curled in a sneer. “And you didn’t bother to notify me?”

“You had just given birth. We didn’t want to bring it up in the fragile state you were in.”

Gina didn’t believe him. It was all just ludicrous. Had they thought that she just wouldn’t ask? That she had entirely forgotten about the thing that had been used to blackmail her in the first place?

She continued her odd maternity, or rather “recovery leave,” and stopped taking visits from lab staff, even though this made Jack frown and pester her about his supposedly being worried.

He hovered around constantly, eying her like she was one of his experiments, and she couldn’t believe she had never noticed it before. He would stare at her six plump breasts, soft belly, thick thighs, and round ass, and bite his lip, as though in quiet contemplation.

It was rare that he left, but on the occasions that he did, she was quick to go through his things. Everything seemed mundane. But on her third occasion of snooping, she stumbled upon a false wall she had never noticed in the basement. It took some tinkering, but she managed to shift it back, only to find a shelf completely crammed with meticulously organized paperwork, all headed with Jack’s name and closed off with his signature.

She spent days secretly poring over her husband’s research, most of which dealt in human/animal splicing, and his continued efforts towards that end. It was fascinating and infuriating. Apparently the lab’s founder and funder was some lunatic named Cona. She had introduced the whole thing as the labs sole and covert purpose. She was rich and obsessed—a dangerous formula.

Gina had dabbled in biological experiments in college, but never to this extreme. Still, she continued to absorb herself in her husband’s paperwork. Jack was none the wiser.

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When Gina returned to work, she had managed to negotiate for a higher management position, though she knew she was just a pawn. Jack continued to play the role of her bumbling husband and underling at work. In return, she played the part of his fatigued but tolerant wife.

She avoided exams and follow-up treatments meant to “ensure her proper recovery.” She knew the scientists were getting testy. Still, they did not want to push her too hard, for some reason opting to maintain the facade of amiability, the delusion that she had any free will. She didn’t know why they took this route with her, but she knew she had to work fast, because it wouldn’t last long. The scientists were determined to inseminate her with a new litter.

During her second week back, Gina hired an external, and fabricated, company to test some of the new bacterial samples shipped in from the Siberia, after which she announced that the whole lab was potentially contaminated with active tuberculosis.

Everyone there was mandated to take “antibiotic shots” and “vaccinations,” otherwise they were not allowed to enter or leave, so they all conceded. The following day, the whole place was sterilized, then all staff was giving follow-up shots. The surgical wing was completely shut down until further notice. It was an inconvenience, but hardly the first decontamination drill at the facility.

“We’re just lucky we weren’t all put into isolation,” Gina assured Jack one night over dinner.

“I’m sure everyone’s glad you caught it,” he said back with a dumb grin.

Only days following the protocol, people were beginning to put on weight. Scientists, lab techs, even the investors who stopped by (all requiring the mandatory treatments to enter the premises).

Gina dismissed it as a side-effect of the vaccinations, and most hardly noticed that all the food and beverages within the building had taken on an odd chemical aftertaste.

People were also getting flushed and pink—Gina even spotted a tech snorting one day. Gina just smiled to herself as she went about her lab duties. She watched Rhonda, Kim, and Jennings progressively chunk up, and could hardly hide her satisfaction.

Gina wore dresses and flats most of the time, and little could hide her chunky body, and the fat stack of E-cup breasts bobbing on her chest. Her ass was large and round, her hips wide and soft. She looked like a perverse caricature of a woman.

Even as she grew accustomed to her too-curvy body, she savored in the idea that she would get revenge for what she was put through.

Everyone was growing rapidly, even the investors. Warren’s belly was bulging forward, Archburger’s ass exploding behind him. Gina watched on as everyone helplessly grew, even Jack developing a set of tits most women would kill for.

One morning, Jack appeared truly shaken, and he called a secret meeting with a few top personnel. Gina blithely eavesdropped from a small room off the meeting hall.

“I knew something weird was going on,” snapped Jack, uncharacteristically terse. He was pacing restlessly, arms crossed over his chest, and periodically wincing. His belly was swollen round, making him look six months into pregnancy. He had really blossomed over the last day or so. “I grew extra nipples,” Jack forced out.

The room fell silent, everyone stunned.

“What?” Kim managed.

“Nipples!” Jack yelled. “Extra nipples!”

Gina heard his shirt tearing open, and had to restrain herself from peeking forward.

Silence again.

“I can’t say I’m surprised.” – Warren’s grim voice. “Odd things have been happening to all of us.”

Warren had grown spectacularly round by then, his large belly practically tearing through his crisp button-downs.

“We’ve been contaminated somehow,” said Jack. “We need an intervention now—surgery.”

“But the lab’s surgical licensing was revoked,” Gina piped in, finally stepping into the room, making her presence known. “Besides, with the TB outbreak, there’s a high risk of infection.”

Everyone stared at her, and Gina couldn’t help it. She went on.

“If you seek outside medical attention, you’ll likely be arrested,” she added, allowing her eyes to trail up and down Rhonda’s plump body. The woman was chubby all around, and visibly trying to hide an extra four fat breasts straining in her tight dress. “After all, there have been anonymous reports of illegal animal experimentation in this area. It wouldn’t look good.” Rhonda’s ass was massive, but she wasn’t as big in the belly as Gina had hoped. That would be amended. “And the potential media exposure—” Gina continued.

“You did this!” snarled Jack with a rage Gina had never seen in him before. Jennings had to hold him back from storming forward.

Gina sneered. “I’d like to see you prove it.” Jack looked ridiculous, fat tits hanging out of his torn shirt. They were truly beauties, round and full, dark nipples looking ready to squirt at any moment. Lightly shaking her head, Gina walked towards the door. “By the way, head scientist sir, you should know that this place is about to be put on lock-down. No one in or out for the next ninety days. The TB outbreak was worse than we thought.”

“Bitch,” Jack hissed, completely enraged.

“What the hell are you planning?” Warren demanded.

“Healthy litters,” Gina called back. “Lots of them. All the food is contaminated with growth hormone, and the water, with appetite enhancers. There’s plenty of food too, though all fats and starches. Rather heavy. I suppose you can expect particularly fat piglets.” She walked out the door, and just before she closed it behind her— “Oh, and boys, almost forgot. I would recommend ongoing prep for the birth. There’s some lube in the cupboard.”

She indulgently took one last look at the group of them, their faces ranging from horrified to appalled.

“Do share. With that, she closed the door, and rapidly turned the lock she’d had installed on the outside only the day prior. The others rushed forward and attempted to follow her out, but instead found themselves fumbling with the doorknob. They would get out of the room, she was sure, but not before lockdown started. She only had minutes to exit the building herself.

So Gina hurried off, giving polite waves and smiles to her colleagues who were oblivious of what was about to transpire—what was already transpiring inside of them. She cleared the premises just as CDC vans began to speed into the lot, people in hazmat suits hopping out of them and beginning to rapidly barricade the doors and windows with sheets of metal.

She had been lying when she’d said they would be spared media exposure. It was a guarantee. She was looking forward to the images of their fertile, swelling bodies being plastered all over the news in the coming days. She could imagine how rapidly they would outgrow their small supply of clothing, waddling around in rags and with no chance of dignity. No doctor would touch the anomalies of their bodies—especially not with the tuberculosis “outbreak” in full swing.

Amused by her own shenanigans, Gina turned on her car and sped towards her home. She had ninety days until Jack was free, by which point the house would be sold, she would be in a new city. Jack would be too busy struggling to push a massive litter of piglets out from his asshole to notice anyway. She wondered if he would grow attached, and nurse the things. He was rather weak-minded. She supposed so.

The End