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Summary: Two neighbors are cursed. Whenever Zoe has unprotected sex, Emily becomes pregnant with the resultant offspring, and goes through a 1-month pregnancy, after which she gives birth. Both women are also now immune to sexually transmitted disease. Zoe finds it liberating that she can have sex without personal consequence, and cares little about the effects it has on her neighbor. Emily, meanwhile, is overwhelmed by the continuous pregnancies, and the increasing number of babies she is now apparently responsible for. However Emily has yet to explore the impact the curse has on Zoe. Contains: Female: pregnancy, belly expansion, breast expansion, butt expansion, weight gain, stuffing, and possibly more.

Previous Chapter

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Emily felt chronically dizzy, almost tipsy at times. She continued to visit her doctor at least three times a week, where an endless stream of tests were run on her, but all indicated that she was in perfect health, albeit experiencing a pregnancy that was developing quite rapidly.

Emily was growing every day, in a way that even the physicians couldn’t explain. It wasn’t anywhere near the realm of normal, and her doctors grew more concerned with each exam, almost fearful, as they looked at her like the anomaly she was. She was referred to a dozen different specialists, but it was just too much to juggle. Emily could hardly keep up with clinic appointments, let alone her job, her personal life, and her duties on their neighborhood council.

She hadn’t seen Edward in weeks, always making up excuses every time he wanted to meet up. By then she looked as though she was eight months pregnant, even though it had not even been a month since she was diagnosed.

At present, Emily was struggling into a sundress that had once been baggy on her. It pulled down only as far as her navel, the round mound of her belly stretching it tightly, while pushing out beneath it. Emily continued to tug at the strained cotton material. She looked utterly ridiculous. A slim frame and a huge belly sticking out from her torso.

The doorbell rang, and there was a pounding on the front door. Emily froze as she heard a muffled voice calling to her from outside:

“I know you’re in there, Em. You can’t keep avoiding me! Your car’s in the driveway. Open up!” Then there were more vicious knocks.

It was Edward.

Emily remained stiff for a moment. She then managed to navigate her legs into a pair of leggings. She felt awkwardly unbalanced, and found herself waddling as she made her way to her bedroom door. But then she stopped herself, and turned to the closet. Back sore, she pulled out an oversized blazer that Edward had left there in the past. She threw it over her shoulders, but it did little to conceal her form. Her belly still bulged free of it, shoving either side of blazer so that it protruded out freely.

Emily drew a long breath, before she again headed for the living room. Nipping her bottom lip, she opened her front door, and revealed herself to Edward in her inexplicable form and ridiculous attire.

His jaw dropped. “Emily, what—what the hell is happening to you?”

She loved that he didn’t immediately jump to the obvious conclusions. And she resented that she had to confirm them. “I’m pregnant,” she said with force, but her voice came out small and wheezy.

“What!?” Edward looked as though he had been slapped in the face. He stepped inside, closing the door behind him, and Emily unconsciously took a step back.

It took Edward a while to be able to articulate words. He kept starting and stopping, a furious look on his face. Finally he managed one syllable. “Who?”

“I don’t know!” Emily blurted out, and it sounded horrible. “I mean—I haven’t been with anyone. It’s—spontaneous! It’s insane, Edward, you have to believe me.”

But Edward simply shook his head, giving her a look of combined heartbreak and disgust. He turned on his heel and stormed off, slamming the door shut behind him.

Emily leaned back heavily on the wall, her legs feeling weak beneath her. How had she gotten herself into this mess? She closed her eyes and whispered a curse.

-

A few days later, Zoe allowed her mind to wander.

Her relationship with alcohol had taken a very unusual turn. It didn’t seem to give her the buzz that it usually did. Maybe she was developing a complete tolerance to it. It was frustrating, yet it was becoming increasingly clear that alcohol did nothing for her now regardless of how much she drank. All that was left was a feeling of emptiness that Zoe had scarcely allowed herself to experience before then.

She distracted herself with music, sex, and more sex, even going off to bother Ted when he wouldn’t come by her place.

She knew she was being reckless, but it was hard not to when she was constantly looking for something to numb her with little regard for anything else.

“No infections, no diseases, no pregnancy. You are in perfect reproductive health, and your liver enzymes are in a healthy range as well.” Her gynecologist looked quite impressed for once.

Zoe was a little astonished. She had been expecting at least one thing to be wrong with her—there usually was. “Are you sure?” she said, giving her doctor a doubtful look. She had been worried about having another abortion. She had forgotten to use protection at least a few times over the past month or so.

“You’re doing great, Zoe. Keep it up.”

“Thanks, doc.” Zoe went home, but with a lingering sense of uneasiness. She thought about getting a second opinion, then again, she wasn’t suffering any symptoms to indicate that she was in poor health. What was she griping about?

Zoe went to the kitchen counter. A chipped coffee mug was the only clean dish in her cupboard, so she put it on the counter and began to pour herself a mug of wine. She glanced out the window and spotted Emily waddling around in her yard as she watered her perfectly manicured garden. She looked like a baby deer learning to walk for the first time.

Zoe’s lips twisted in both amusement and disgust. Emily looked fucking huge. About to pop. It was hard to believe that she hadn’t even been showing a month earlier at the neighborhood meeting. Now Emily’s huge abdomen was bulging forward, stretching out the formfitting maternity dress she was stuffed into. Bizarrely enough, the rest of her body remained slim, and the woman looked absolutely ridiculous. It was ironic that Emily preached to anyone who would listen that she had her beloved fiancé were waiting for marriage to “consummate” their love. Zoe snorted.

Now Emily was as huge as a whale, wobbling about so arduously, she looked like she might tip right off her skinny legs.

Zoe couldn’t help snickering at the thought. She took a long gulp of wine.

-

Emily was exhausted. She couldn’t believe how big she had gotten. Her heart was pounding so hard, she barely heard her doctor’s words, as she sat on the exam table, struggling to catch her breath and mopping sweat off her face with a soggy handkerchief.

“Based on the baby’s position, it will be soon. If you don’t go into labor by Tuesday, I would like to induce.”

Emily nodded absently, rather dazed. She couldn’t believe how much her life had changed in the matter of a single month.

“I’m concerned that you’re not showing any signs of engorgement by now,” the doctor went on. “It’s always best to get a head start on this sort of problem. I’d like to put you on some natural supplements it help stimulate your milk production. I will also have a nurse come in and instruct you on natural stimulation.”

Emily gave a weak nod, attempting a smile, but it just turned out being a grimace. The doctor left the room, and a few moments later, a nurse entered. Emily sat and stared through the awkward demonstration. Rub and squeeze them. Very complicated, she thought wryly.

A few minutes later, she was waddling out of the clinic with two bags full of supplements. Some of them were chewable and tasted like candy. She supposed she could endure them.

She still couldn’t take her mind off the squirming creature inside her, stretching out her stomach, making the skin taper and shift. The weight sat heavy on her hips, and felt…lower, lately. The baby was getting into position. Emily had managed to go maternity shopping, but even the largest outfits fit her rather snugly. She knew she was large even for someone at term, based on that, in addition to the stares.

And she was hardly prepared. Well, not prepared at all. She was still rather numb from her break-up with Edward. She had called him a few days ago, and surprisingly enough, he had picked up. They had an uncomfortable, stilted conversation. Edward had sounded hoarse, like he was crying. She didn’t know how to fix this.

Emily tried to proceed with life as normal, even though she was exhausted, sore, and embarrassed. She parked her car in the town hall lot, as close as she could to the entrance, which didn’t turn out being very close at all. There were not many available spots.

Emily opened her car door and heaved herself up after three strenuous attempts. Her insides felt so uncomfortable. The baby had grown so fast, and her body hadn’t really adapted much. During pregnancy, women usually filled out, widened, and softened. But not her. Her weigh was all in her belly. She could barely even balance it, and found herself arching, pushing it out even farther.

When she made her way into the town meeting room, there was a good crowd, larger than the last meeting. The chatter of conversation turned to gasps and whispers, all eyes pinned to her. Someone gave a nervous giggle.

“Is this a stunt?” said Wilbur Jenkins.

“You know some people don’t start showing till the end,” Mrs. Brown responded in a loud whisper.

“I heard that Edward left her,” a new voice piped in.

There was a wave of scandalized murmurs. Emily cleared her throat and tried her best to ignore the overt gossip. She waddled her way onto the platform in the front of the room. “Thank you all for coming,” she said, before pausing to breathe. Her hand absently cradled the underside of her belly. “Mr. Finkle could not make it tonight, so I will be leading this meeting. I would like to start with announcements.” Again she had to pause to catch her breath. The gathered community members stared at her in amazement, concern, and even reproach. Emily drew in a long, deep breath. “The dog park will be closed on Sunday to facilitate the installation of a new…”

By the time she finished, fifteen minutes later, Emily was in extreme discomfort, from her aching back and hips, to her tight gut, and the unpleasant shuddering on her insides. Emily clutched her belly tight with both hands in a feebly effort to give it support. She willed the baby to calm down. She felt like she could burst.

“Are there any questions?” Emily asked, attempting to hide her shame and self-resentment behind a calm demeanor. The consensus of the crowd had steadily shifted from shock to amusement, and she knew why. She had always been so perfect, so rule-abiding, following local regulations to her own detriment at times. The fact that she was now single, pregnant, a potential hypocrite, and a flustered mess, must have been rather jarring, among other things.

Neighborhood meetings were usually the highlight of Emily’s week, but right now, she desperately wanted it to be over already.

After a moment of silence, Miss Mason piped in: “Congratulations.”

“Thank you,” said Emily, doing her best to seem sincere. Her belly churned and shifted under the spotlight beaming down on the platform. Everyone stared, as though fascinated by it.

“Whose is it?” someone spat.

There were hushed murmurs. Emily looked for the speaker. It didn’t take her long to spot Zoe’s smirking face.

Giving her next door neighbor a grim look, Emily gathered her documents. “Meeting adjourned,” she called breathlessly. She unsteadily eased herself down from the platform, clutched her side, and waddled away.

-

“Even though you’re not technically very far along, clinically, you’re overdue. You have a big baby in there. And it’s growing at an astounding rate,” said the doctor.

Emily nodded from her chair. Her belly was wider than she was. It was a heavy weight in her lap, and it was huge. She had always been anally retentive about her figure, but Emily was actually starting to wish that she could have gained more weight to help balance out the weight in front of her.

“You haven’t responded to any of the induction drugs,” the doctor went on. “We’re going to have to consider surgery.”

“What—? I—no.” Emily almost frantically shook her head. She had a bleeding disorder and had always been told that any sort of surgery would be high-risk for her. Her own mother had died during a routine appendectomy. “I can’t. I—I won’t.”

“Ms. Pearson, you don’t have any other options. This baby has already outgrown you. If it keeps up at this rate, you’ll be putting both yourself and the baby in danger.”

“Find another way,” said Emily flatly. “I am not consenting to surgery.”

She wanted to storm off, but found herself pinned down in the chair by her belly. She struggled for a few moments, ignoring the doctor’s offered hand, before she finally managed to heave herself up. Breathless, red, and a little dizzy, Emily turned to the door and waddled away.