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The Second Surrogate IV
🕑 Added 2023-05-31 17:45:46 +0000 UTCNote: This is a story-prompt for iluvfoodbabies.
A spin-off of Surrogate.
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When Amanda came to, she was slumped on the ground in the corner, on that old mattress, leaned back against the wall for support.
She started at the site of George and Barbara’s amorphous, squid-like bodies. Fleetingly, Amanda had hoped that it had all been a dream.
Then, steadily, Amanda’s attention shifted down to herself. It wasn’t as though she could help it. There was no avoiding how uncomfortable her body felt, tense and tight, sweaty and overheated. She looked down her heaving midsection, her lips parting as her shaking fingers slowly cupped the trembling globe.
She was big. Far larger than she had been before this day had started. Her abdomen had swollen large and round, now the size of basketball. She looked as though she was due with child – no, beyond it. She couldn’t understand how she could have grown so profoundly, but then her belly lurched and shuddered again. She grimaced, throwing her head back as a groan came up her throat, and she was reminded of how truly packed her body was after all the substances and the—the eggs. “Fuck,” she breathed out, wincing at another twist, another sensation of movement, the skin of her belly visibly twitching. “Mmghhh…” she hummed, legs squirming.
A pair of plump breasts heaved on her chest. In her peripheral vision, Amanda became aware that the barrels that had lined the walls were now surrounding her, having been dragged up close to the mattress.
“Now it’s time to eat up,” Barbara informed, her voice even more garbled than before. Her true form had come to the forefront, and it was not as inclined towards human speech.
“But I — I a-already –”Amanda babbled.
“That was barely a snack,” Charles retorted.
“This is the main course,” said Barbara, as two of her sinuous tentacles easily ripped the cover off of one of the huge barrels. A third tentacle curled around Amanda as she tried and failed to scramble away.
Instead, Amanda was heaved up onto her clumsy legs and dragged right over to the barrel, which came as high as her chest. Barbara’s tentacle stayed around her, supporting her firm but gently. Amanda felt nauseous just at the site of the gelatinous goo that filled the container.
“Eat,” Barbara commanded, her voice rough. Amanda groaned as Barbara shook her slightly. Amanda’s hands shot down to clutch her swollen belly.
Amanda tried to resist. “I—I c-can’t—”
“Now!” Barbara commanded, voice louder and harsher than before, as the tentacle squeezed enough that Amanda whined in pain.
Self-preservation kicking in, Amanda shot her hands right into the barrel, cupping a heaping pile of the gunky fat in her hands.
She quickly stuffed it into her mouth. The taste was rancid, almost lard-like, and disgusting. Fearing recourse from George and Barbara, she stuffed it into her mouth by the handful. Her arms grew tired from the quick, mechanical, and efficient way she worked through the barrel. Panting and sweaty, her body aching and weary, Amanda was only getting heavier. She could feel herself becoming thicker and plumper, shoulders softening, thighs squishing together. She could feel fabric straining in places and tearing in others. She had gotten halfway through the barrel when her legs began to give up on her.
Barbara was pleased, gently lowering Amanda against the mattress. Amanda slumped back down against the wall, gasping for breath.
“Don’t get any ideas. You’re not nearly finished. But we should get you off your feet, dear. Here, try this.”
“Mmpghh!” A hose was shoved into Amanda’s mouth. It wasn’t severely different from when the tentacles had force-fed her, if a bit less animated. Amanda groaned and gulped as she was pumped with lard. Was this better? It was faster, but she had less control now, and it was overwhelming. She groaned and fidgeted as she surged with growth, sweat pouring from her body. Her belly was inching forward, getting bigger and rounder where it was perched against her lap. She probably looked due with triplets, maybe even quads. Her abdomen was nearly the size of a beach ball. She hadn’t even thought it was possible for someone to be this pregnant, yet here she was, still growing.
Her breasts were steadily pushing out, each mound the size of a honeydew, nipples swollen. Her backside had become a soft, round platform beneath her, while her thighs had thickened, and her hips had grown outrageously wide
Feeling practically buried under the advancing mass of her belly, breasts shelved so high they were squashing against her chin, Amanda began to realize why she had been allowed to sit back down. She didn’t think she could have gotten up had she tried. She was just huge, quickly rendered immobile by her sheer size.
“You’re doing so well,” Barbara said as the empty barrel was thrown aside as though it weighed nothing. In the meantime, George was dragging another barrel closer as he tore off the cap. “Just a few more!”
Even though Amanda could feel herself throbbing and growing, body huge and squishy, plump and perspiring... It was clear that she wasn’t nearly finished feeding her growing brood.
Barbara caressed Amanda’s chubby face, surprisingly tenderly, slime trickling down Amanda’s throat.
And then Barbara took a new hose and shoved it between Amanda’s lips.
