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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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Before Cara knew it, they were in one of the spare rooms, kissing each other messily as they stumbled towards the bed. “Fuck,” Cara whimpered as Amber pushed her onto the mattress. Cara managed to shove herself back towards the pillows as Amber kicked off her boots and climbed over her.

Then they were kissing again, Amber’s torso pressing against Cara's belly warmly, as Amber’s fingers dove under the waistband of Cara’s leggings, where they expertly teased with kneading friction.

It was too much. Cara unconsciously gripped Amber's arm as that familiar pressure bloomed in her core and reverberated outwards. “Nnngghhh…!” Cara moaned, trying to keep it down as her eyes squeezed shut and her belly pressed harder into Amber. A sob escaped her as the mound heaved with growth, steadily expanding outward as Cara’s legs squirmed and she struggled to hold on. She hardly noticed the way Amber was staring down at her.

The growth spurt stopped just as quickly as it had come, Cara slumping back against the pillows as she gasped for breath. Her belly bobbed with her heavy breathing. Amber's hand slowly trailed over the mound now stretching out Cara’s shirt. Cara looked overdue with twins by then.

“Fuck, Cara,” Amber breathed.

Fuck was right.

-

The elderly nursing home residents were goggling Cara when the flustered young woman returned to the common area to bid them good night.

“I’ll see you all next week,” Cara assured with a strained smile, her hands cupping either side of her bulging midsection. Amber merely threw them a peace sign with two fingers.

Their shift was over.

Cara felt completely lost when she got outside. Her mind was reeling and she desperately wanted to turn it off.

“Want a ride?” asked Amber as she leered.

Against her better judgment, Cara accepted.

But they didn’t go to their homes.

Amber drove them to their neighborhood's hilly park, which offered a decent view of the city. They parked by the basketball courts and just stared off into the night, enjoying the peace and silence of things.

Cara slumped back in the passenger seat. She was so tired of fighting.

She discreetly adjusted her clothing, which had gotten uncomfortable since an hour ago. Namely, her breasts felt sore, probably because they had outgrown her bra somehow, the cups pinching into them as her fatty flesh overflowed it. And she couldn’t believe how big her nipples seemed now. They were just huge. It almost looked unnatural.

Cara gasped as Amber reached over to gently finger one of the sensitive nubs. Instantly, Cara’s insides started to tingle, her face reddening. Simultaneously, she wanted Amber to stop and keep going.

“What the hell is this?” Amber questioned quietly. She slowly withdrew her hand and Cara could breathe again. Amber motioned vaguely towards Cara’s body.

Cara drew a deep breath.

Then she explained everything. As ludicrous as it sounded, Cara told Amber about Lor, the alien pregnancy, and the rapid growth spurts brought on by arousal. She told Amber about how she had been fighting it for weeks, and what a “great” job she was doing at it. Cara sarcastically gestured towards her orb.

Afterwards, Amber was silent for a while, just staring at her. Finally, Amber said, “you’re…serious.”

“Yeah,” said Cara with a bitter laugh. “I wish I wasn’t.”

Amber just blinked at her.

“I mean, what did you expect? Obviously there isn’t going to be a normal explanation for this crazy shit. You said it yourself. I’m – blowing up.” Cara blushed.

“Yeah…” said Amber, glancing out the window, digesting things a little.

“It’s been insane,” Cara went on. It was kind of cathartic to open up about it for once. “Like, really? I’m not supposed to get aroused?”

“Looks like you aren’t good at it,” Amber snarked with a curl to her lips.

“You’re no help,” Cara laughed back. “Actually, I’d like to see you try. I’m a twenty-year-old woman. This is ridiculous. It’s—torture.”

“Well, what you’re doing obviously isn’t working,” said Amber, turning back to her, the astonishment that had been on her face now replaced with fascination and interest, maybe even a little excitement. “Why don’t you just give in?”

“Give up?”

“Give in.”

Cara’s breath caught as Amber’s fingers started to crawl over her belly. Cara swallowed. “I don’t know. It’s just…god, this has been exhausting. I’m getting so fucking big.”

“There has to be a limit,” Amber murmured. “I mean, you can’t just keep growing.”

“I don’t know.” It was a scary thought.

“I mean, at this rate, you’ll be the size of a planet by the end of the year,” Amber continued. “There has to be a point where you’ll just stop growing or go into labor. The human body has its limits.”

It made sense. Yet the unknown scared Cara. She had never even considered indulging in her arousal. It had never made sense. Yet Amber’s theory might have some merit.

“This is a really strange and unique thing, that probably no one else has ever experienced. You made contact with a fucking alien. And you’re helping him save his race. Maybe this is a gift.”

It was a perspective Cara had never even considered.

“I should have asked more questions,” Cara mused aloud. “I was just so pissed off, I pushed Lor away. I wish I had a way to contact him, though. I need more information on what’s happening to me.” Her gaze drifted to the windshield, and a small slice of the moon that emerged from behind some clouds. It really was a gorgeous night out.

“Maybe it’s time to just turn your mind off,” said Amber softly.

“Yeah…”

“It feels good, right?” Now Amber’s fingers were stroking, delicately. “The pregnancy. The growth spurts?”

Cara nodded, weakly.

“I can tell,” said Amber. “And it sounds like you’ve been trying to resist. But that’s not working. Maybe this whole thing is a sign to just give in.”

Cara had never thought about it that way. It was good to finally talk this out and get another viewpoint other than the one that overwhelmed her day and night and facilitated that constant state of anxiety. Yet now Cara was ambivalent. “I don’t know…” she mumbled as Amber’s hands began to explore more than her belly. It was nice to feel good for once, both physically and emotionally. To just let go.

“I want to do it again,” Amber admitted, leaning over to catch Amber’s lips with hers. “I want to see you grow.” Amber's kisses trailed to Cara’s neck. “Wanna make you pop.”

“Fuck,” Cara whimpered as that familiar heat and pressure surged to her belly. Her skin prickled as her abdomen heaved.

She pulled Amber closer.

-

They hung out at the park all night.

Amber dropped Cara off at the coffee shop early the following morning. It took Cara some effort to heft herself out of the car, but she managed. She moved at an awkward waddle, still acclimating to her changed balance, and figuring out how to navigate. Her top was straining. “Good morning!” Cara greeted as she burst into the café.

Her coworkers froze, everyone staring at her in astonishment. Even some of the customers looked a little startled.

And Greg was there. He just looked horrified.

Cara didn’t meet his eyes as she made her way behind the bar. “Just gonna run to the bathroom,” she mentioned as she waddled towards a door that would take her to the back. She tried to look bright and composed rather than heavy and exhausted, this alien baby feeling ready to burst right out of her quavering abdomen.

Dropping all airs, Cara gasped for breath as she got into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind her. She made her way to the sink, again grimacing when her belly nudged it first, before she could grip the edge. She leaned against it, just trying to breathe and take some weight off her aching back.

And yet she was exhilarated. She was running on no sleep, and no rest despite a body that desperately needed it. But she felt better than she had in ages. Just spending the night with Amber…. It had been so fun and nice, just to talk and touch and, and even grow a little. To just let go for once. Cara slowly looked up at the mirror.

She had completely outgrown her bra, even having teared it in places. The useless undergarment was slung somewhere in the back of Amber’s car, leaving Cara’s chest unrestricted, yet strangely perky, breasts round and full; even aching a little. They were almost too round, feeling bloated and not drooping the way they should have been. She must have jumped up another cup size. DDDs, she thought, partly amused and partly overwhelmed as she stared at her distended nipples, bulging almost obscenely in her top. They were just so swollen and so sensitive that she would flinch every time her shirt rubbed on them. She had never been opposed to the aesthetic of large breasts, but it would take some getting used to.

Cara’s hands cupped the big, tight swell of her belly. It was overwhelming just to gaze at it, her chest heaving as she took it in. “Fuck,” she whispered as she appraised herself. She looked as though she was overdue with triplets. She just looked huge. Just, impossibly pregnant. Like she should have been in a maternity ward somewhere waiting to get induced.

Cara continued to rub the curve. It was just so round and so full. She could feel squirming movements littering her insides, and a subtle pulsing of her abdomen as a whole. But maybe she was imagining it. She just felt so packed and tight. She didn’t think she could handle growing another inch.

It was crazy how drastically her life had changed. She was now this monstrous mother. This hyper-womanly fertility being. Cara laughed to herself. She knew she wasn’t making much sense, even in her thoughts. She found a spare work apron in the cabinet — the largest size — and pulled it on, but she couldn’t get it to tie in the back. The strings weren’t long enough. She drew another long breath. She was running on adrenaline, her thoughts racing wildly.

Cara finally turned away from the mirror and left the bathroom, waddling back into the main part of the coffee shop. She put on a smile for her coworkers who continued to look at her in bafflement. Cara directed her attention to one of the waiting customers. “What can I get for you?”

It was only a four-hour shift, but it felt unbearably long. It was awkward to navigate around the small space behind the counter, her belly constantly bumping into things, and people as well. Her coworker, Chris, just giggled at her continuously, thinking this was a crazy joke or something. Others, like Greg, doggedly avoided her gaze. Cara just acted as though everything was normal. Her condition wasn’t any of their business, anyway.

“Is this for a class?” Tony asked her after the morning rush had subsided. “It looks so real. And those tits…”

Cara neither confirmed nor denied it, she just busied herself with looking over a repair order as she munched on her third cream cheese bagel that morning. But who was counting?

“Miss, should you be on your feet?” asked a young woman, who was looking at Cara sympathetically as she awaited her coffee order. “I would think your job would allow you some time off. You should be resting until the baby comes. Looks like it could be any minute.”

Chris snorted.

“Excuse me,” was all that Cara responded as she headed back to the bathroom. Admittedly, she was pushing herself. She just wasn’t used to carrying all this weight. But at least work helped distract her, to an extent.

She must have taken five breaks already. She spent that time sitting on the closed toilet lid just trying to catch her breath, or even gazing at herself in the mirror in morbid fascination. Sometimes she would lean on the wall and try to stretch a little. She closed her eyes to meditate. But she was tired of anguishing.

Cara’s eyes snapped open as her phone alarm chimed. “Oh.” Her shift was over, and she had never been so relieved. She didn’t have her car with her, so she ordered a ride on her phone, and then she tugged at her too-tight shirt and adjusted her breasts a little, before leaving the bathroom and clocking out.

“See you guys later,” Cara called cheerfully as she made her way outside to the car waiting at the curb. She opened the back seat door as she greeted the driver and tried to ease her body inside. When she was seated, she found that it was a tight fit in the back, her belly pressing into the seat in front of her. She spread her legs and tried to get comfortable.

When Cara got back to the apartment, she was grateful that Jessica was nowhere in sight. Cara just didn’t want to fight anymore.

Her phone buzzed, and Cara glanced down at the text alert. It was from Amber — just in emoji. ‘Blowing a kiss.’ Cara couldn’t help grinning as she made her way to her bedroom.

Cara felt weirdly at peace as she gingerly got on her bed and leaned back against the pile of pillows there. She felt oddly giddy as her hands cupped her churning belly, and her mind wandered back to her night spent in Amber’s car.

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