Hi guys! I finished another short. Downtown - Melissa, a single woman living in the heart of a small city is happy with her single life, dating whoever she wants. One night at her typical haunt, she brings a date back to her apartment. Seeming innocent enough at first, he turns out to be someone entirely different. After having sex, he leaves her in a precarious situation which evolves quickly over the course of the night.
Here's an excerpt!
...It had gotten bigger it seemed. She put a hand on it and could literally feel her skin stretch. It was slow, but it was growing.
“Oh shit.”
She was in trouble. She dropped the knife and stepped back.
“What the fuck is happening.”
She wasn’t hungry anymore, she felt sick. She clutched her stomach as she walked around the counter to the couch to sit down, hopefully alleviating some pain. Her insides felt like utter mush now.
She sat on the couch, legs spread allowing her belly full clearance. She began worrying she might actually be pregnant. She began playing with her bump, pushing it around and seeing how malleable it was. It felt very real. It was no longer sloshing around anymore as it had only minutes before. She lifted her shirt. Her skin was as smooth and flawless, but it was getting tighter as it stretched. She hadn’t had the flattest stomach, but something inside her was using every square inch of space to grow. Melissa was showing so much now not even the biggest coat she owned would hide it. She just sat there, praying for it to stop. She pulled her shirt back over, finally deciding she needed to act, do something, anything.
But at this point her shirt wouldn’t suffice. She pulled it down, but her form promptly forced her shirt up, exposing her expanding stomach again. She started seeing faint lines on her sides.
“God this has to stop soon!”
She placed a hand on her stomach and began pushing down, hoping it’d have some affect. Searing pain shot through her body. “Jesus!” She looked around, she was still in a state of shock. Time was running short, but there was little she could think to do. She looked at the clock. It was a bit past 3 in the morning. She made the decision that she was going to just ride it out, or accept this was an incredibly surreal nightmare. She’d wake up soon, she had to. She was in so much pain. A body wasn’t meant to take this kind of abuse, was it? Could it? She got up, for the first time she had a slight bit of difficulty getting to her feet.
She leaned back, a hand on her lower back as it now began to ache. It seemed this helped her mobility. Her belly was now extremely heavy. 20, 30 pounds perhaps? It felt that way. She paced, she had to act. But what? She went back to her room and grabbed her phone. She tried calling Gary. No answer. She left a message.
“Gary! What the hell did you do to me? What is this? My insides are…getting bigger! What the fuck did you do?” She paused, not knowing what else to say. “Get back here!”
She hung it up, hoping for a response. She tapped her foot, impatiently waiting, but nothing came. She looked to be at least 5 months along now. She still was uncertain what this was, how could she tell?
She got incredibly parched and grabbed her water bottle and downed the entire thing.
“I’m dying, I’m totally dying. This is a tumor and this is the end. my insides will be destroyed and i’ll bleed out.”
She began sweating, sitting on the bed. She got up again, phone in hand, she went back to the kitchen, she was hungry again. She managed to finish her sandwich. She devoured it, standing there. It was gone in seconds.
“Oh god that felt good.”
She felt it go down and hit her stomach. She felt much more aware now, in tune with her body somehow. All her senses heightened. As she brushed crumbs off her bump, her phone buzzed. She frantically picked it up...
You can read more here: Downtown
Thanks for all your support! Feedback greatly appreciated!
Here's an excerpt!
...It had gotten bigger it seemed. She put a hand on it and could literally feel her skin stretch. It was slow, but it was growing.
“Oh shit.”
She was in trouble. She dropped the knife and stepped back.
“What the fuck is happening.”
She wasn’t hungry anymore, she felt sick. She clutched her stomach as she walked around the counter to the couch to sit down, hopefully alleviating some pain. Her insides felt like utter mush now.
She sat on the couch, legs spread allowing her belly full clearance. She began worrying she might actually be pregnant. She began playing with her bump, pushing it around and seeing how malleable it was. It felt very real. It was no longer sloshing around anymore as it had only minutes before. She lifted her shirt. Her skin was as smooth and flawless, but it was getting tighter as it stretched. She hadn’t had the flattest stomach, but something inside her was using every square inch of space to grow. Melissa was showing so much now not even the biggest coat she owned would hide it. She just sat there, praying for it to stop. She pulled her shirt back over, finally deciding she needed to act, do something, anything.
But at this point her shirt wouldn’t suffice. She pulled it down, but her form promptly forced her shirt up, exposing her expanding stomach again. She started seeing faint lines on her sides.
“God this has to stop soon!”
She placed a hand on her stomach and began pushing down, hoping it’d have some affect. Searing pain shot through her body. “Jesus!” She looked around, she was still in a state of shock. Time was running short, but there was little she could think to do. She looked at the clock. It was a bit past 3 in the morning. She made the decision that she was going to just ride it out, or accept this was an incredibly surreal nightmare. She’d wake up soon, she had to. She was in so much pain. A body wasn’t meant to take this kind of abuse, was it? Could it? She got up, for the first time she had a slight bit of difficulty getting to her feet.
She leaned back, a hand on her lower back as it now began to ache. It seemed this helped her mobility. Her belly was now extremely heavy. 20, 30 pounds perhaps? It felt that way. She paced, she had to act. But what? She went back to her room and grabbed her phone. She tried calling Gary. No answer. She left a message.
“Gary! What the hell did you do to me? What is this? My insides are…getting bigger! What the fuck did you do?” She paused, not knowing what else to say. “Get back here!”
She hung it up, hoping for a response. She tapped her foot, impatiently waiting, but nothing came. She looked to be at least 5 months along now. She still was uncertain what this was, how could she tell?
She got incredibly parched and grabbed her water bottle and downed the entire thing.
“I’m dying, I’m totally dying. This is a tumor and this is the end. my insides will be destroyed and i’ll bleed out.”
She began sweating, sitting on the bed. She got up again, phone in hand, she went back to the kitchen, she was hungry again. She managed to finish her sandwich. She devoured it, standing there. It was gone in seconds.
“Oh god that felt good.”
She felt it go down and hit her stomach. She felt much more aware now, in tune with her body somehow. All her senses heightened. As she brushed crumbs off her bump, her phone buzzed. She frantically picked it up...
You can read more here: Downtown
Thanks for all your support! Feedback greatly appreciated!
