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Farrow, Part 21
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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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Her clients stared at the way her coiled tail twitched behind her. They stared at her nose, the way it was widening and flattening, her face curving towards a snout. How her six breasts bobbed helplessly in their six individual bandeaus that stretched tight and hardly contained her. At her swollen, protruding, D-battery nipples, pointing out like fat teats, throbbing, and irritating her immensely.
As horrifying as her ongoing transformation was, her belly seemed the most ordinary, despite being the most burdensome. It was the cause of the pig-hormones continuously leaking into her system, changing her. It was heavy, intrusive, and overwhelming, bulging out at her flanks, just getting too large for her. When she sat, she felt as though she was pinned beneath it, shoving at it awkwardly as it plopped against her feeble body. When she walked, it was in a profoundly awkward waddle that had her teeth grit, face fixed in a grimace, as she fruitlessly clutched at the side, the underside, struggling to support it. In the end, her back took most of the burden. It was a wonder that she wasnt in pain by then. Somehow her body continued to bare it.
When the meeting ended, Gina gave a strained smile, but found herself unwilling to get up to walk out with her clients. As they cleared the room, Rhonda arrived with a two-liter sized, synthetically-green shake.
A nutritional supplement, she said shadily. Something a little more helpful. We want those piggies good and healthy.
Fat, was what Rhonda omitted as she strolled off again. For some reason, the lab wanted Gina and the piglets obscenely fat.
Gina understood that pigs typically had a much higher fat-content than humans. She understood that they grew in large, compacted litters, adding so much weight to their mothers that their bellies often dragged on the ground.
But Gina was hardly equipped for this. She had more than achieved the human equivalent. She was huge. Bigger than huge. She was starting to look as though she was at term with sextuplets.
Aware of the cameras pointed towards her no matter where she was or what she was doing throughout the building, Gina slid the green shake over. She pulled the straw to her lips and took a resigned suck, to find her mouth flooded with a substance just as heavy as the other shakes, but now accompanied by a chemical aftertaste which made her innards squirm and tighten with each draw.
She finished the shake as quickly as she could, after which she leaned back, breathing heavily, struggling to find a comfortable position as her breasts heaved and belly rose and fell with each breath. But there were no positions in which she didnt feel uncomfortably squished, or pressed, or stretched by her own body. There was no position where her sweaty skin wasnt pressed again some equally sleek part of herself.
Gina planted her hands on the arms of her chair, and struggled to heave her ass up from the spot it had gotten admittedly comfortable upon. She counted quietly to herself, rocking back and forth, and on the count of five, she swung as forcefully as she could, until she found herself upright. Face flushed and legs trembling, she found belly suddenly perched heavily against the meeting room table top, squishing against it as it as the furniture creaked in distressed.
Holding her side, Gina carefully backed away, edging off, grunting with each pound of weight that was shifted back onto her body.
Gina grabbed her folders and made her way out of the meeting room, feeling surprised as her belly scraped the sides of the doorframe. She wasnt sure that such a thing had happened when she had arrived a few hours earlier, and the sensation made her feel queasily helplessness to her swelling. She was horrified, and, of all things, embarrassed.
Trying to shake the revelation out of her mind, Gina waddled her way back to her office. She had to pause several times, gripping the wall, arching her back, groaning as her nipples ached and swelled. Their burden was tangibly increasing.
When she entered her office, her belly was not anywhere near touching either side of the doorframe. I knew I was imagining things, she thought with relief.
But as she looked around, she noticed subtle changes about her office. There were now grips affixed to the walls, plastic handles usually reserved to the homes of the elderly or the disabled who were most susceptible to losing their balance.
There was also a walker set in the corner, by the shelf. Gina approached it. It seemed extra-large sized, and had a padded seat that was at level with the bottom of her belly.
There were some voices out in the hallway:
I think if we do two of the meeting rooms, and the third-floor bathrooms, that should do, one said.
Steve and I will take care of the bathrooms, why dont you
What are you doing? Gina interrupted, poking her head outside of her office door. In her exhaustion, she had failed to see the three-man construction crew standing a few doors down from hers.
The three men gawked at her as they took in the sight of her physique protruding out in the corridor. Gina pressed her lips, feeling her cheeks burn. It had been a while since she had been in contact with someone who wasnt affiliated with the lab. It reacquainted her with how much of a freak she was now.
One of the construction workers seemed to finally regain his composure. Were, um He lightly shook his head, looking distinctly queasy. Were on order to widen some of the doorframes. Forfor medical equipment, we believe.
Medical equipment. That was a new one.
Gina pulled her upper body back into her office and quickly shut the door. As she regarded it, it was painfully obvious that the doorframe had been widened substantially while she had been at her meeting.
Panting by then, flushed cheeks puffing, Gina wobbled her way to her desk, all while struggling to contain her burden of milk and not soak though her clothes. The creatures were squirming restlessly, her belly tight, pulsing with heated sensations of pressure. Her breasts were so engorged they were trembling, and the bandeaus looked as though they were shrinking by the moment, her six breasts on the brink of popping right out.
Gina released a small shriek as her belly button gave a visible twitch.
As she trembled, she adjusted her hips, trying to ease the continuous movement. Drawing a shuddering breath, she cupped her navel, just under her belly button, and stared at it uneasily. Its size reminded her of a tangerine or a small apple, the way it bulged out from her mound. She looked at the overall girth of her body. By her unqualified estimation, she looked as though she was carrying a baby elephant inside of her.
Gina knew she had things to do, matters that would likely occupy the remainder of her work day. First and foremost, she had to milk herself, before her body took up matters on its own. She had a pile of paperwork to finish, and a number of clients to call. On top of that, she had to maintain the Gainer Ball schedule. As an afterthought, Gina jammed two of them into her mouth.
Yet as she considered these things, she felt incredibly woozy. She had suffered drowsiness since the inception of her condition, but this feeling was potent and overpowering. Her eyelids fluttered, so she rested her elbow on her desk and propped her head up with her hand.
She eyed the unquestionably pink skin that covered her now-chubby fingers. She just wanted the changes to come to an end. In addition to the more obvious differences, her face had gotten rounder, her shoulders softer, her thighs now pressing together whether she sat or stood. She had become all-around chubby and pig-like as though to complement her condition. She couldnt stand it. She was hardly even Gina anymore.
She reached into her desk and idly dug through the container for another dough ball.
She chewed it languidly. Her vision blurred.
She released a slight snort as she began to doze.
Her surroundings fell away.
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Gina snorted awake.
She was still propped uncomfortably against her elbow, her belly pressing hard into her desk, several inches of its fatty coating indented by the edge it was pressed against. She was not sure how she had managed to sleep through all the squirming, because the creatures were still doggedly active. She released a whimper and eased back a little, taking sharp breaths, rubbing her palms against the dull ache of pressure radiating through her abdomen.
She felt whalish as she sat there, her massive belly cradled awkwardly in her spread thighs, veritably squashing them. Im behind, she groaned, rummaging in her drawer for more dough balls. Unsure of just how far behind she was, she began to compulsively stuff them into her mouth, her belly gurgling in hunger and need. Her free hand reached down absently to rub her bulging belly button. It twitched, and she shuddered, then continued to massage it, if just to ease the creature pressed up against it.
She panted and chewed, her nipples throbbing, breasts tight and round, full to bursting with hot engorgement.
Suddenly a twinge shot through her gut, causing her to choke on the latest Gainer ball she had been chewing on. She clutched her belly as it gave a violet heave that left her breathless, croaking, nearly toppling out of her seat.
Oohhhhh Gina groaned, arching, spreading herself as much as she could to make way as her belly gave another vicious heave outwards. She choked and coughed a few times as she felt her innards finally settle. She wasnt sure what had just happened, but she was pretty certain that she was several inches large. Gina struggled to catch her breath.
Another twinge. This one lighter and less threatening, instead of shooting outwards, snapping against her groin. Gina felt herself compulsively close her thighs. Her nipples were dripping by then, the third pair having dropped out of the hapless bandeau to slap lazily against her bare belly. Gina cradled the side of one of the fat wobbling mounds as gently as she could as she continued to take desperate breaths.
The office door opened, and Rhonda walked in. She appraised Gina looking vaguely amused.
Brought you a snack. She delivered another of the acid green shakes, placing it on Ginas desk, directly in front of her. Lunch options are five-cheese lasagna, or chicken alfredo pizza pies, which do you prefer? Oh, silly me. Ill get you both. Rhonda gave a playful wave and a grin before turning to walk off.
Rhonda, Gina managed.
Rhonda paused and turned back to her.
Can you bring my pump? Gina said, nodding to her breast pump perched on the shelf across the office.
Rhonda practically sneered. She had never been so overt in her cruelty. Come now, Gina. You have to move around a bit. Exercise is important. Its not good to be sitting around all day. With a wink, Rhonda left.
Ginas unbridled indignation was coupled by a level of frustration that left her eyes burning. She tried to hold it together, but couldnt escape the numb awareness that she had no allies left. Not at the lab, not at homenot in life. By then she was too much of a freak to even reach out to anyone. She was physically and emotionally isolated by the labs reckless experimentation on her. Not knowing what else to do with herself, she reached for the straw, and began to angrily suck down the synthetic substance.
Rhonda was going to pay for this.
No.
Everyone was.
