Chapter 8


Unfortunately for me, this sleep didn't last long. It felt as though as soon as I closed my eyes, I opened them again. On the red mountain. It was as if the dream had picked up where the woman and I had left off last time. We were still most of the way up on the mountain on a level ridge that stuck straight out from the mountain like a shelf. She was still gazing at Earth with a sad look on her face. It was while she was gazing at my world, I had a sudden flash of recognition. It seems my Art History classes were good for something after all. It was in this moment of recognition that it finally clicked in my head. It was like putting a puzzle together when you didn't know what it was supposed to look like. You're thinking it's a picture of a dog, then a few pieces fit together and suddenly you're looking at Albert Einstein. That was how I felt when I opened my mouth to speak.

"You figured it out then, did you?" The woman asked with a smile on her face.

I paused a moment after she said this, mouth still hanging open. Her comment threw me off for a second, "Wait... You didn't call me "it". You called me you." I said, confused.

She turned her gaze back to me. "Yes. I did."

I waited to let her finish that sentence. When it became obvious she wouldn't, I asked her the previously unspoken question. "And WHY did you do that?"

"Because you are beginning to understand. To believe. There is much power in names, and simply by thinking mine you have earned acknowledgement." She said with a very slight bow of her head.

"So you really are Fortuna, then. As in, Fortuna, the Roman Goddess of Luck?" I asked, unwilling to believe what I was saying.

"I am called many things, that is one. Yes." she made a casual gesture towards Earth, "What your kind does not understand, is that the people called Romans may be gone, but the Gods still remain. We have always been here, even before Mortals existed. The Romans, and other mortals of times long past, were aware of us and gave thanks for our favors. Through their worship we gained power."

"THE Goddess of Luck?" I was still a little hung-up on that thought. "Able to manipulate the lives of people through chance?"

"There is no chance, mortal. There is only the Will of the Gods." she said, her voice rumbling like thunder. Literally.

I didn't pay it any mind, I mean, this is a dream... right? I was beginning to have doubts about that, actually. It felt so real, being on this mountain. All my senses functioning at full capacity, able to think clearly, not showing any signs of my normal "dream-state". But what I was experiencing was clearly impossible. I pushed that thought to the back of my mind, I would sort it out later. At the moment, I had a bone to pick.

I balled my hands into fists, squeezing hard, trying to keep a level head. "You mean to tell me, that all the bad "Will of the Gods," I sneered, "in my life, was your doing? Everything that has gone wrong, is your fault?"

With a calm, bland expression, one that surprisingly reminded me of Frenchie, she said, "Yes."

The words blurted out with no particular emphasis, skipping the brain and headed straight for the exit. "You fucking cunt." Oops.

She took it well, I suppose. She only seethed with rage, grew another ten feet, and fire formed around her hands. The ground shook with her anger, making me brace myself or I would fall over. She pulled one flaming hand back in what would amount to a godly haymaker that would mash me into pulp, and held for a moment before bringing down her godly wrath. I didn't cower, or flinch. I didn't weep or make futile attempts to shield myself from the blow. Don't get me wrong, I was absolutely terrified, which might explain my lack of reaction, but I didn't regret what I had said. Given the chance, I would not change a thing.

Her mighty fist swung down at me. Out of normal human reaction, I closed my eyes, accepting my fate. A deafening sound of impact, and an intense crushing pressure on my body was the last thing I felt.

I'm not much into religion, I believe that when you die, you're dead. Done with, over, caput, the end of, no more. No heaven, no hell. Just gone. So when I became concious again, you could say I was more than a little surprised. I was lying on my back on some coarse, gritty material, my eyes still closed. A part of me wondered if I would go to Heaven in the same state that I had left Earth, meaning I was wondering if I was a pancake. A moment of moving my legs and arms suggested I wasn't. Dazed, my vision blurry, I stood up on shaky legs, nearly falling over. My first glimpse of heaven was a major disappointment. I slowly turned, taking in my surroundings. With a groan, I realized I was still on the red mountain. I stopped my turn when I was facing Fortuna again. I was twenty yards further away from her than I had previously been, a giant crater where I had been standing.

"If this is Heaven, I want to file a complaint." I slurred.

Fortuna, now back to her previous size of fifteen feet, showing no signs of anger, laughed. It's hard to describe the incredible sound of a Goddess's laugh, but it was beautiful. A sound no human could make, it was literally music for the soul. I felt better, refreshed, after her laugh. My head cleared of it's fuzziness. Taking a closer look, it appeared that Fortuna had not smashed me into pulp, but had struck her first at the ground right in front of where I had been standing, causing me to get hurled through the air.

She laughed for a few more moments, before saying, "I like you, mortal. I am glad to have chosen you." she shook her head as she smiled, "It is a rare day indeed that anything can insult me, and live to tell about it."

I slowly walked back to the goddess, who I now truly believed was a goddess. That ground slam thing she did really hurt. If I was dreaming, I would have woken up or something, or atleast it wouldn't hurt so damn much. I shuffled up to the impressive crater and tried not to imagine what would have happened had she actually hit me.

"So why am I still here, then?" I refrained from adding, Bitch, to the end of the sentence. I didn't want to push my luck. Heh. Heh. Get it? Luck? Anyways, I was curious as to why I had not been crushed.

"Fortis fortuna adiuvat," Fortuna said, "Some might consider your action as one of stupidity. It is a good thing for you that I am not one of them."

"Fortune favors the bold, huh?" It seemed to add up now. My whole life, all my rotten, shitty luck, explained. I would joke that the universe had it out for me, but I was wrong. It was a goddess who did. "I honestly don't feel favored much, besides that 'Not turning me into dust' thing just now, which I appreciate."

"But are you not favored?" she queried, "You have no responsibilities imposed on you, no need to work or toil under another's whip, and you have more wealth than you could possibly use in your life-time." She raised her hand in a gesture to silence me, when I opened my mouth to interrupt her. "And your most fortuitous meeting with a girl whom you have fallen in love with."

That made me pause and think for a moment. I put a few more pieces together before I said, "You're the Wizard, aren't you?" Fortuna nodded. This almost made me blurt out another insult, but I caught myself in time. I doubted I would be able to insult her a second time and live.

"Why? Why did you do this to Amy? To me?" I said, "I don't understand. You said Amy and I were a part of your preperations against some great evil, or whatever. There's been nothing on the news about that, no indication of the 'End Time'. You'd think someone would have noticed by now."

"Mortal, you are not meant to understand. Only obey." Fortuna spoke with an authority that only a god could. "I assure you, the evil has been released."

I interrupted her, "What evil, damnit?"

Fortuna made an obvious effort to stop herself from smiting me. She seemed to relax, and explained to me in an even tone, "There is no true name for it. In the history of your kind, it's name has changed, it's meaning, it's capabilities. It has been imprisoned within the Earth by the gods for countless eons. Some called this place Tartarus, The Underworld, Hades, Gehenna, Hell, it matters not. The evil is Chaos, the Void. Before there was anything, before the gods, before the universe, there was only the Void. There is no clear answer on how the universe began or where life came from, but it is known that Chaos has constantly sought to destroy it, to return everything to the Void. Chaos is a subtle and devious enemy. Never acting directly, always through minions and pawns. It will strike only when it can deal its deathblow, when its victory is certain. Even now, as we speak, it gathers its forces."

That was not what I was expecting. I was hoping for something simple like, Godzilla is smashing Tokyo, or something. I figured it best not to try to comprehend what Chaos was, for my own sanity. Just accept it and move on.

I found that accepting this as truth, to believe, was easier than I thought. I nodded, "Alright. What is Chaos planning to do to Earth, and how can I stop it?"

Fortuna smiled sweetly at me, "I knew I would not regret choosing you as our champion." She looked up at Earth, squinting a little, as if she could see exactly what was going on up there. "I do not know exactly what the evil is doing, but I know it will need an army. In the days since Chaos was released, it has undoubtly unleashed its breeders. Horrid creatures. They are able to impregnate human females with their seed, causing rapid pregnancy that takes a day, possibly up to a week, to produce offspring. These abominations rapidly mature into adulthood and either join the ranks of the army, or continue on as breeders."

"Breeders?" I asked incredulously. "They're using women to breed?"

"Yes, to breed." Fortuna confirmed. "And I expect you to do the same."

I arched an eyebrow at her after that comment. I didn't know what she meant by that, but I had a feeling it was something I'd like. "How do you expect me to breed an army for you? I'm only one man, and as much as I'd like to boast, I can only get off so many times in a day before I need to recuperate. Not to mention the whole nine months and eighteen years to wait for an adult."

Fortuna was silent for a moment, looking at Earth. Eventually she said, "You will need to gather your comrades. They play an integral role in what is to come. When you have gathered them all, I shall call upon you again." She began to turn away from me, then hesitated. Speaking over her shoulder, she said, "Be warned mortal. The evil is an incredibly powerful and dangerous enemy. It knows the gods intend to imprison it again, and how." She turned around to face me, "And it knows you and your comrades are a part of our plan to stop it. Be wary."

Nothing like an ominous warning from a goddess to set you at ease, right? I frowned at Fortuna, in response to her warning. "But you still haven't told me where to begin, how can I breed an army?" I felt a little stupid asking that question. It sounded like a really corny line from some awful B-movie.

The goddess smirked at me, "Ah, but you already have begun, mortal."

As I was about to ask my next question after that cryptic message, I seemed to blank out for a moment, everything going dark, as if I passed out. I sat up quickly and yelled at my desk, "Wvagh dsh dt mnn?!?" I realized I was waking from my slumber on my couch, back in my office, pointing and yelling at my desk. The morning sun flooded in through the open blinds, causing me to blink and shield my eyes. I was confused, bewildered. What the hell was going on? The line between reality and this dream-reality was becoming blurred. During the dream... no, I can't call it a dream anymore, it was too real, it was something else entirely. Maybe a vision? The possibility of it being real, of me being on a different world speaking with a goddess, was something I didn't want to consider at the moment. I blinked several times as I tried focusing my eyes. Amy seemed undisturbed by my outburst. I sat up and put my feet on the floor as I yawned. Giving myself a moment to become somewhat awake, I stood up and stretched, my body feeling tight and cramped after spending all night on the couch. It's a comfortable couch to rest on, but not to sleep for several hours on. After my stretch, I turned around to see if Amy was awake, and noticed she wasn't there.

My thoughts instantly went to the last time I had woken up and found Amy missing. Thinking about scantily clad Amy making me breakfast had me drooling as I left the office. I stumbled down the hall for a bit, zigging and zagging, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, when I heard something. At first, I couldn't tell what it was, only that my brain had registered a sound, which set off an alarm. I paused and listened. The sound came from further down the hall, towards my bedroom and the stairs down. I slowly made my way, trying to hear where the faint sound was coming from. I passed my bedroom door and continued for a few steps when I noticed the sound getting softer. Playing a sleepy version of Hot-Cold by myself eventually led me to my bedroom bathroom. As I approached the door, I could make out the sounds from within. Amy was crying softly.

I knocked on the door gently, "Amy?" The crying stopped immediately. I didn't hear any sounds from within. She must have frozen, thinking if she didn't make a sound I would go away. I tried the door handle, it was locked. I knocked again.

"Go away. I'm... I'm... I'll be down in a minute." she said.

"Sweetheart, what's wrong?" I asked.

"Nothing! Now just go, I'll be down in a minute." The tone of her voice betrayed her words. Something was definitely not right.

"Amy, can I come in?" I tried the handle again, knowing it was still locked. I could hear Amy stumble across the bathroom and throw herself against the door to prevent me from entering. "Amy, you're starting to scare me. Cmon, open the door, please."

I could hear her slide down the door, ending up sitting on the ground with her back against the door. Her voice sounded tense, worried, "Where did you go last night?"

My brain did a loop-de-loop. "I didn't go anywhere, I was with you all night."

I heard her sniffle slightly, "No, I woke up last night, and I was alone on the couch. I searched the house for you, and you weren't there. Where did you go?"

Holy shit. Did that mean... Was I really... Holy shit. I stalled for time as my brain scrambled trying to come up with a better answer than, I was on a different planet with a Goddess.

I spoke a partial truth. "There's a place on the roof I go to sometimes. I go out there to listen to the city, to think." I cringed a little, hoping Amy hadn't checked the roof.

Apparently she hadn't because she didn't refute my claim, but suddenly shifted course. "Micah, why do you like me?"

I wasn't expecting her to say that, it left me confused for a second as my brain shifted gears, trying to catch up to where Amy was headed. "Amy, it's ok. Just open the door and we can talk."

"No! Answer me first. Why do you like me?"

I hated questions like this, they were the kind I always ended up answering in the worst possible way. I tried thinking of some answer that would get her to open the door, but none came to mind. With a sigh, I gave in and just answered her as honestly as I knew how, "Honestly Amy, I don't know how to explain why. Just being near you makes my head spin and my heart race. The way you look at me after we make love, the feel of your skin under my hands, your beautiful sincere laugh that is music to my ears. Every little part of you. I'm crazy about you."

Amy sniffled a little as I spoke. She was quiet for a moment after I had finished. "Amy?" I checked to make sure she was still ok.

"Yeah." she said softly, "I'm ok." I heard the door lock click open, and Amy walking away from the door. I hesitated for a moment before entering.

My bathroom is rather spacious and luxurious. Entering the bathroom you see the sink a few feet straight ahead, with a small medicine cabinet and mirror above it. To the left is some towel racks and other shelves to store my toiletries, and to the right is the shower and toilet. The toilet is attatched to the near wall, and it was where I found Amy. Her back was to me, she was sitting sideways on the toilet, with its lid down. She was still wearing her sky blue top, and had put on some of my boxers. She was leaning away from the door, her shoulders slouched, her head bowed.

"Amy?" I asked gingerly, "Are you ok?" I began to approach her, but was still a few feet away from her when she turned around.

Teary eyed, she asked me, "Would you still like me even if some parts went missing?" She turned fully around. She looked exactly the same. Except for the obvious lack of her belly.

Chapter 9


I gawked at Amy's lack of gravidness. Every other part of her body had remained the same. Her beauty was undiminished, her breasts still huge, her body still curvy. She just didn't have a big belly anymore. I had a mixed reaction, besides being surprised. I was a little sad that her large pregnant-looking belly had disappeared, my fantasies with it. On the other hand, I was happy, really happy, because this most likely meant her curse was gone. Amy would no longer be seen as some grotesque old woman, but as the young beautiful woman that she was. Which suddenly made me panic a little. I started to wonder if Amy had only been with me because I was the only person that could see her. I looked up from Amy's midsection to her eyes. The look in her eyes told me she was asking herself the same thing, did I only like her just because of her belly. She returned my gaze, waiting for my response. I guess my time ran out, or my expression wasn't the right one, because Amy burst into tears, pushing past me as she stormed out of the room. She ran out of the bathroom, through the bedroom, out into the hall and off to God knows where. Shit. Nice one Micah.

I looked up at the ceiling, "Couldn't have helped me with that one, huh?" I imagined the bitch on the red planet smirking at my "misfortune". I opened my mouth to give the goddess a piece of my mind, when I heard singing.

Meredith Brooks' song was stuck on repeat at the beginning of the chorus. "I'm a bitch, I'm a bitch, I'm a bitch." It was my cell phone ringing, that was Morgan's ringtone. I sighed. This was the last thing I needed. Whenever Morgan called me it was usually to try to seduce me or to scream at me. I was one of the few men in this city that hadn't slept with her, and I think she hated me for it. I went into the bedroom and grabbed my phone from the nightstand.

"What." I said in a tone that meant I clearly did not want to talk.

"Are you hitting on me?" Morgan asked, a hint of a smile in her voice.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Which was true.

"This package you sent me. You sent me a gift. You're totally hitting on me aren't you?" Morgan continued.

I covered my face with my hand. I was getting annoyed. "Morgan, I don't have the time or the patience for games right now. What package are you talking about?"

"Oh come on Micah." Morgan teased, "You sent me this plant. Well, it's just a seed, but it's from Egypt. You know how much I like exotic things."

Egypt was the site of the excavation. The discovery. My blood went cold. "Morgan," I said slowly, "I didn't send you a package. It's not from me. Throw it away, right now."

She snickered, "You wrote a note with it and signed it. You don't remember doing that? Just add water, it says."

"Morgan, I'm serious. I didn't send you anything. Don't touch that thing. Throw it away, destory it. Now." I was panicking. I could only think of what Fortuna had warned me about as we parted.

"Micah, stop play-" Morgan began, but was interrupted. Another voice was in the background, the phone sounded like it was being moved around.

"Yo, I dunno what you tryin' to do here, pal. But I'll fuck you up." Tony's voice suddenly came from the phone. Tony was a frequent plaything of Morgan's.

"Tony! I didn't send that package. Throw it away! Destroy it!" I was becoming frustrated, my voice rising.

"I know where you live, you little shit. Stay away from her, or I will fuck you up." Tony continued the macho routine.

"For fuck's sake Tony! Beat me up if you want, but throw that fucking thing away, NOW!" I yelled. A click on the phone told me that Tony had hung up on me. I took the phone from my ear and stared at it for a moment as if it'd tell me why Tony just did that. Fear and frustration caused me to throw my phone across the room. Luckily, it hit the curtains by the window, catching it and letting it fall to the ground, unharmed.

"Fuck!" I yelled in pure frustration. I wanted to believe that I was making this all up, but, given the circumstances of the last several days, I couldn't. I took a couple of deep breaths as I cleared my head and tried thinking. I needed to find Amy, to figure out what the hell was going on with her. I shook my head. That would have to wait. I did not send Morgan a package from Egypt, and I could only think of one person, or thing, that would. I went across the room and grabbed my phone. I put on some clothes and headed downstairs. I yelled for Amy, to see if she was there. No response. I didn't have the time to look everywhere, so I gave her cell a call as I ran out the door and jumped into my BMW. I left a brief message saying I was sorry, telling her how beautiful she is, and I wanted to see her.

I broke just about every traffic law on my way to Morgan's. She lived in a penthouse, in a large building downtown. My brakes screeched as I stopped out front of Morgan's building, mounting the curb with the front tires, parking extremely illegally. Not giving a shit about that, I threw the door open and sprinted towards the entrance to Morgan's building. The doorman apparently didn't like crazy people driving up on the curb by his door, he moved as if to intercept me. I couldn't think of a quick way to talk him out of my way, so I screamed gibberish, waving my hands in the air, pretending to swat away flying things attacking me. "Bats!" I screamed, "Run! This is Bat country!"

Apparently the doorman wasn't trained to handle this kind of situation, or wasn't paid enough, because he just stood there. With a very confused expression, he watched me run by into the building. Pushing through the revolving door, I sprinted through the posh lobby to the elevators. Morgan lived on the twelfth floor, so taking the stairs was not an option. I mashed the up arrow on the elevator button on the wall repeatedly. After the fifty millionth press, with a ding, one elevator opened up. I sprinted inside, shoving the startled old woman exiting the elevator out of my way. Once inside, I began to rapidly press the twelve button. It never has, and never will, speed up the elevator but I felt better if I hit it as much as I possibly could. With a ding, the doors closed and I began my ascent. I guess Fortuna was looking out for me at the time because the elevator never had to stop on its way up.

Ten billion years later, the elevator door opened on the twelfth floor. A lush, small, semi-circle lobby appeared beyond the opening doors. Most of it was dominated by a magnificent fountain with a large round base, a low couch surrounding it. The wall held a few expensive paintings. The wall also had a set of double doors to the left and right. Having attended parties at Morgan's before, I knew hers was to the left. My mind racing, I approached Morgan's door. I heard a blood-curdling scream come from within, which elevated to a scream of pure unrestrained terror. Hearing the scream, I reacted and charged the door from a few feet away. I've seen movies, they make kicking in a door look easy. It isn't. But when the door is already open, it's quite easy. Luckily I didn't have much momentum as I lowered my shoulder into Morgan's door. The door flew open and I stumbled into the room, nearly falling on my face, taking a moment to gain my balance again and stand up straight.

The screaming reached a crescendo and abruptly stopped in a sickening gurgle as I entered the room. I didn't have time to get a clear look at the room before I was sprayed by a hot liquid, covering most of my chest and face, temporarily blinding me. I froze a moment after being sprayed. I slowly wiped the slightly sticky, hot liquid from my eyes and checked my hands. Horrified by what I saw, I quickly wiped more of the blood off of me. I lifted my gaze to find the source of the blood and saw the most frightening thing I've ever seen.

A giant mass of writhing tentacles sat in Morgan's living room, Tony's limp body suspended in the air by a few tentacles wrapped around his body, crushing him. The mass of tentacles had no clear center, or at least one that I could not see. It looked like it had hundreds of tentacles, all green, in all shapes and sizes, constantly in motion. I was already standing a good distance from the thing, but I backed away from it slowly, my eyes wide and jaw dropped. I saw the tentacles tense around Tony's body, causing more of his blood to squirt out. I glanced around the room, Tony's blood was everywhere. I threw-up. I was about to turn and run the hell out of there when I heard a faint whimper. I looked up again and saw Morgan on the opposite side of the creature from where I was standing. She looked terrified, her mouth open in a silent scream as she watched the monster crush the life and blood out of Tony. I tried getting Morgan's attention without alerting the beast. She turned her gaze to me, a look of horrified confusion on her face. Her dark brown hair was hanging down and looked wet, the towel in her hand suggested her hair was wet with water, most likely having just taken a shower. She was wearing only a black bra and panties. I motioned with my hand, beckoning her over to me. She turned back to face the monster, but began taking small side-steps in a circle around the monster, her eyes never leaving its swarm of tentacles. She was about three fourths the way around the monster when she slowly turned her back on it and began heading towards me and the door out. It was then the beast noticed her.

Several small tentacles darted towards Morgan, wrapping around her wrists and ankles. Morgan shrieked as the beast lifted her and pulled her back, dropping the crushed remains of Tony's corpse in the process. The monster added more tentacles to hold her suspended in the air a few feet off the ground. It positioned her so her arms were above her head, leaning her back a little, her legs bent at the knees, and spread wide. It looked like she was sitting in an invisible floating recliner. Morgan's screams were silenced as the monster stuck a tentacle into her mouth. I was frozen, unable to think or act, I watched in horror as the beast began impregnating Morgan.

Roughly from the center of the tentacle mass, another tentacle emerged. It was larger than most the other tentacles, probably a good six or eight inches around. It was green like the other tentacles, except for the last ten inches of the tip, which looked like a large pinkish purple penis. The new tentacle slowly made its way underneath Morgan, and then up into her, slipping around her panties. Morgan's muffled screams turned to moans as the tentacle began thrusting in and out of her, her eyes rolling back a little. Either Morgan was a bigger slut than I had imagined, or the tentacles were doing something to her brain. She began to rock her hips with the tentacle thrusting into her, forcing it deeper. After a few moments, with no change in the monsters appearance, the tentacle thrust one last time deep into Morgan and began to fill her.

It was like watching a cartoon, where water travels down a hose in intermitten blobs, causing the hose to bulge as the liquid passed. The beast's semen began traveling the length of it's penis tentacle thing, eventually ending in Morgan, squirting its juice into her. Morgan made a loud moan from her stuffed throat as the beast set to filling her. I watched in horror as blob after blob entered Morgan. After several blobs of the monsters semen dissappeared into Morgan, I noticed something that almost made my stomach attempt to empty again. Morgan was filling up. Her stomach had a slight bulge to it now, as if she had eaten a large meal. As the never ending blobs poured into Morgan, I watched as she slowly swelled. Morgan was still moaning, most likely unaware that she was ballooning up. The semen was causing her stomach to fill, making it look tight and stretched. The bulge of her belly surged forward a little with each glob passing into her. Morgan's stomach swelled beyond a "full" look into an early pregnancy look. The bulge of her belly rounding out more and more as she was filled. Morgan continued her moans of pleasure as her stomach filled, getting rounder by the second. It didn't take long for Morgan's stomach to look like she was really pregnant, probably around six months. I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

My brain finally kick-started again, the fear and disgust still remained but were secondary. I needed to help Morgan, and fast. Her belly looked so full and tight, I was afraid the monster would fill her until she burst. I scanned the room quickly, looking for a weapon. My eyes skimmed by the fancy fireplace and mantel, but snapped back to it as I spied my weapon. It wasn't much, but it would do. The fireplace wasn't real, but it was made to look like it. Including instruments to use on a real fire. I walked briskly over to the fireplace and grabbed the poker next to it. I tried not to think of what the monster had done to Tony as I approached it cautiously. It didn't seem to notice me as I neared it. When I was only a few feet away, I yelled and lunged with the poker, stabbing through the tentacle that was filling Morgan. The monster reacted immediately. Silently, it jerked the tentacle out from Morgan and retracted all other tentacles. Morgan fell to the floor with a thump, laying on her back, her tight swollen stomach sticking straight up. I didn't hesitate, I just grabbed Morgan's arm and half carried, half dragged her away from the monster. I reached the door and grabbed one of Morgan's long winter coats from a hook. I put my hands under her shoulders and lifted her to her feet. She managed to stay standing, although she still somewhat dazed.

"Morgan, we need to go, now." I said gently as I draped the coat around Morgan's shoulders. I put my arm around her and guided her to the elevator. I chanced a glance over my shoulder and saw the monster had started to slowly reach out with its tentacles again, exploring the room, looking for new prey. The elevator was still at the twelfth floor, so it opened the moment I pushed the call button. Morgan was silent the whole ride down. She was swaying and her head was bent forward as if she was drunk. Her belly stuck out the front of her coat, smooth and tight, glistening with sweat.

I managed to escort Morgan out the front door and into my car, without incident. After settling her into the passenger seat, I hopped in the driver's side and took off, heading back to my townhouse. My thoughts were racing, trying to comprehend what I had just seen. Even after seeing it first hand, I didn't want to believe it. It was too damn scary. Unsure of what to do next, I glanced over at Morgan. The coat had fallen off her shoulders when I had put her in the car, revealing her mostly naked body, and her incredibly tight and swollen belly. Morgan had her head leaning back on the headrest, her eyes closed. She was moaning softly, part pleasure, part pain. Her hands were gliding over her pregnant belly, rubbing it. It took my a second to notice, but I could clearly see it. She was still swelling.

Her breasts had joined in now, beginning to strain her bra. Morgan's belly still looked like she was six months pregnant, but after staring at it for a moment, I could see it was slowly getting larger, her skin stretching and getting tigher. Morgan's didn't have big breasts to begin with, but now they were beginning to slowly overflow her bra, swelling up over the top, her nipple peaking out. Like her belly, her breasts looked like they were getting tight, and stretching to accomodate the sudden growth. Morgan, with one hand, began squeezing her swelling breasts, as the other hand continued rubbing her tight belly.

Despite what had happened, I found myself getting turned on by Morgan's predictament. I knew deep down that I should be horrified and repulsed, but I wasn't. I was quite the opposite. My pants got tight as I watched Morgan moan and rub her expanding belly and breasts. The hand rubbing her belly slid down, slipping into her panties. Eyes still closed, Morgan gasped and began panting as she started fingering herself in my car. It took all of my strength to not pull over and have her on the spot. A small part of my brain knew that I was not acting normally, that something was amiss. Morgan moaned louder. My brain went into overdrive, thinking only one thing. I needed to have her, to be inside of her, right now. The BMW's engine roared as I floored it home.

This is jusr getting better and better

Just a question, i hope there won't be any bellybursting, or will there be?

Chapter 10


As I drove, Morgan continued rubbing her swelling belly and breasts, moaning in ecstasy. Her full belly was round, looking roughly seven or eight months pregnant. Her breasts had surged forward and easily passed double D's. Her eyes looked glazed, as if she was drugged and had no idea where she was or what she was doing. As I helped her from the car into my home, her swollen boobs bounced around in a most arousing manner, having burst from the confines of her small bra.

We entered my townhouse. Morgan was clinging to me, her arms wrapped around my neck, kissing me passionately. She was hanging off of me, trying to drag me to the ground, wanting to do me on the spot. I resisted her long enough to carry her to the couch.

As I dropped her onto the couch, Morgan spoke for the first time since the incident, "Oh, I'm sooo horny." she said with a moan, "Fuck me. Fuck me, now." She continued rubbing her belly as she gazed up at me, lying on her back on the couch. I didn't hesitate to remove my own clothes, stripping naked quickly. It was more than Morgan's naked swelling body, her moans, and her pleas for me to fuck her. Something else was in my head, an uncontrollable desire to have her. Naked, I stood still for a moment, taking in the beauty of the woman I was about to dominate.

Morgan apparently couldn't manage more than that one sentence, for immediately after she said it, she moaned loud and long. Her eyes closed and her mouth hung open as she panted. Her hands slid all over her body, teasing her nipples, squeezing her breasts, running through her hair, rubbing her belly, fingering herself, everywhere. It was like every touch, every sensation, was nearly orgasmic for her. Her hips had widened along with her belly, her thighs plumping up a little from their former "twig" size. She was clearly very pregnant with... something. I didn't want to think about what, I only thought about how. How I was going to please her the most. It didn't take me long to decide.

After deciding how to go about this situation, I acted without hesitation. Morgan's bra broke with a snap, the straps unable to contain her growing body. I turned her, so she was in a sitting position on the couch. Still standing, I stepped between her thighs, grabbed them, and then lifted them high. I pulled her towards me a little so I could have easy access to her pussy, then I removed her panties by ripping them off. This left Morgan in a position that I would consider uncomfortable, but she loved it. The position caused her head to be a little above roughly where the bottom cushion of the couch met the back cushion. Her neck was bent at an extreme angle, almost ninety degrees, and her head sunk into the cushion up to her ears. The elevated angle that I held Morgan at caused her belly and breasts to flop slightly back towards her face, making them look bigger. I could only see Morgan's eyes over her immense belly and boobs, but her eyes smoldered with desire.

I guided myself into Morgan, slowly sliding into her. Morgan's moans elevated as I entered her. She had both of her hands above her head, pressing against the back cushion of the couch, assisting her in pushing herself towards me as I thrusted into her. Morgan let loose loud moans, nearly screaming, as I pounded her. Lucky for her that my couch had soft cushions, absorbing most of the impact of my thrusts, thus avoiding pain or damage to her neck. Her belly and breasts, though looking solid and full, bounced and jiggled in rhythym to my thrusts.

A dozen or so hard thrusts later, Morgan cried out in pleasure, her back arching up slightly as she orgasmed. Since I had been "training" with Amy over the last several days, I was far from ready to release. Morgan, however, continued having orgasm after orgasm, her moans getting shorter and softer. I suppose the pleasure was literally stealing her breath away. Not thinking, or caring, about Morgan's well-being, I continued my thrusts down into her.

It was then that I witnessed a sight even more horrible and terrifying than the one at Morgan's apartment. As I fucked Morgan, I could just barely hear a sound over her moans. It was the sound of a door opening and then closing.

"Micah, I'm back. I'm sorry I-..." Amy walked into the room and froze, her mouth was hanging open and her eyes were wide. I managed to look at her for a moment, before I turned back to Morgan, never breaking my rhythym. I knew what I was doing was wrong, but I just could not control myself. I wanted to stop. Hell, I never even wanted to begin, but my body refused to respond to my demands. I managed to glance back over at Amy. Her eyes, wide with shock, narrowed into a glare of fury, her body shaking with anger.

I could see tears welling up in her eyes as she screamed at me, "You son of A BITCH!" She threw a small slender object at me, something she had been holding in her hand when she entered. It missed by a mile and disappeared into the kitchen. She spun on her heel and began to storm out of the room. I wanted desperately to stop, but I could only manage to say softly in broken words, "Can't... stop... Help."

Amy ignored my words and stormed out silently. As she reached the doorway, Morgan let out a loud moan. Amy's steps slowed. My body was on auto-pilot, it continued to thrust into Morgan, eliciting another moan. Amy stopped in her tracks, slowly turning her head to look over her shoulder. Another moan from Morgan and Amy turned all the way around, showing no signs of her previous anger. The anger had been replaced by curiosity. Morgan's moans continued, and with each one Amy's expression slowly changed from one of curiosity into one of hot, lusting, desire. Amy bit her lip and walked back into the room, towards Morgan and I. As Amy approached, I noticed her nipples were stiff. She began to play with her breasts with one hand, while the other slid into the pants she had acquired since I last saw her.

Amy's eyes were locked on Moaning Morgan. Amy eventually made her way across the room, ending up standing right next to me, facing Morgan. All the while, I had never stopped, nor slowed, my thrusts into Morgan. In the back of my head, I realized that this was awkward as hell. Standing next to my girlfriend (at least, I hoped she was. People are weird about labels), as I banged another chick. Sweating and panting from the activity, I managed to grunt out an apology to Amy, "Sorry... so sorry..."

Amy was oblivious to my apology. She continued staring at Morgan for a moment, then said in a flat matter-of-fact tone, "She's growing."

I looked back down at Morgan and could see she was growing a little faster now. Her full belly had swollen beyond a normal single pregnancy, she looked to be at full-term with twins, or possibly triplets. Either way, she was getting massive. Her breasts had ballooned up too. They had reached a size that I could not relate to a cup measurement I had seen before. Which is saying something, because I've seen some big ones, thanks to the internet. Morgan's body had expanded so I could no longer see her eyes, only the top of her head. Afraid I was suffocating her with her own breasts, I slid out of her and lowered her thighs back onto the couch. She had her eyes closed, panting heavily from the pleasure I had been giving her.

As I let go of Morgan's thighs, she opened her eyes slowly. A pleased smile spread over her face as she looked up at me. Her gaze shifted over to Amy, Morgan's smile widened even more. Morgan let loose a pleased purr as she began rubbing her huge belly. "This is going to be fun." she said with a smirk.

Amy and I stood transfixed. Morgan moaned. It had nothing to do with pleasure, it was more like a command. It jumpstarted Amy and I, forcing us into action. Without a spoken word between us, Amy and I helped Morgan up to a standing position then assisted her ripe swollen self up the stairs into my bedroom. Morgan had the same smirk on her face as Amy and I laid her down on my bed. Morgan commanded us after she moaned again, "Fill me with your seed. Drink my milk. Please me in any possible way."

Amy began undressing herself. Since I was already naked, I immediately climbed into bed at Morgan's command. Morgan rolled away from me, onto her side. I had a moment of confusion, which was quickly replaced by understanding. Images "appeared" in my head describing in visual detail what I was meant to do to Morgan. I was meant to be the main force of Morgan's pleasure. I spooned Morgan, hugging her close. I wrapped my arms around Morgan. I rolled away from Morgan and, though her body had definitely grown and gained weight, I had little difficulty pulling her on top of me, her back to my chest, as I rolled on to my back. On her hands and knees, the now naked Amy crawled on to my bed and began to greedily suck on Morgan's nipples. Alternating between the two, Amy worked her tongue and lips over Morgan's large erect nipples. I could feel Morgan's body quiver with pleasure as her tits were being sucked. Panting and moaning, begging for more, Morgan was loving every moment of this.

Without being told, Amy eased off on Morgan's nipples and moved to the end of the bed. She gently grabbed my erection and guided it into Morgan's warm wet pussy. I shifted Morgan a little so I would have an easier time thrusting into her. Easier being a relative term, I was still unable to give much speed or force to my thrusts. Amy assisted me in pleasuring Morgan and demonstrated how very good she was with her tongue.

Lowering her head between Morgan's thighs and mine, Amy, with much enthusiasim, went to work with her tongue. Like before on the couch, once I was in position I began thrusting into Morgan as fast and as hard as I could manage, which wasn't really that fast or hard. With her tongue, Amy licked Morgan's clit as I worked my cock in and out of her. It didn't take long for Morgan to begin having multiple orgasms, crying out in pleasure.

I rubbed Morgan's enormous belly and breasts. She was huge. Her belly had not stopped growing while Amy and I had moved her upstairs and got her settled in. At a glance you couldn't tell that she was growing, but it didn't take much observation to notice that Morgan was getting bigger. My hands quested over her tight swollen belly, rubbing it and feeling how full it was. I moved so I could see around Morgan's head, to see what my hands were describing with their touch. My hands had not deceived me. Morgan's belly was beginning to look spherical, no longer resembling anything like a normal pregnancy, no matter how many multiples she might be carrying. My gaze shifted from her gravidity to her breasts. My oh my were they, capital B, Big. Cup size was irrelevant. Nothing would be able to contain these spherical monstrosities. The massive orbs resting on her chest were capped by immense stiff nipples, leaking a white-ish fluid, which I assumed was milk (Can't be too sure with the tentacle pregnancy and all). I squeezed her breasts and teased her nipples as I fucked her, causing more fluids to squirt from her.

After a few minutes of pleasing Morgan in this fashion, Amy lowered her tongue to my stiff member and began licking. Working her tongue up and down my shaft and nuts, Amy quickly caused me to cum. It was better than cumming on any drug ever. Pleasure washed through my body and caused it to do every goofy orgasmic thing in the book. I released what felt like gallons of cum into Morgan's hugely swollen body. After our orgasms had finished, Morgan rolled off of me to lay on my right side and Amy moved to lay on my left, her head resting on my chest. Exhausted and out of breath, we all slowly slipped into a nice deep slumber. The last thing I remember before falling asleep was seeing Morgan's enormous body stop swelling. Much to my dismay at the time, I noticed that not only had it stopped swelling, but it was beginning to shrink back down.

I woke up from my dreamless sleep what felt like only a moment later. The sun was still up, but it was beginning to get dark out. I sat up in my bed and found a still sleeping Morgan laying next to me, her body mostly returned to it's normal shape. Under the sheets I could see her breasts had only slightly reduced in size, remaining large but not impossibly so. I could remember everything that had happened earlier in perfect detail. My thoughts raced trying to contemplate what had happened and how. Amy was nowhere in sight. I decided to get some coffee to help unscramble my brain. Slipping into some boxers and shorts, I went downstairs to the kitchen.

As I went about preparing the coffee, trying very hard not to think, I saw something on the ground out of the corner of my eye. It was the object Amy had thrown at me. I retrieved it from the floor and stared at it. It was a pregnancy test. I gawked at it, not believing what I was seeing. It must have been an idiot proof type of test because rather than a plus or minus, it simply read, 'Pregnant'.

This is so good!!!!!

I agree, very good

I never knew I wanted something so bad as a "Belly-job!"
This entire story is absolutely fantastically written, and I love that you are still weaving a good story rather than just ending it all quickly. CANNOT WAIT to see where this keeps going. Literally waiting with baited breath...

(October 29, 2015, 8:36 pm)TrooperG

(October 28, 2015, 7:40 am)junglebob Hey mate, I just want to say that your writing style is amazing! Not too succinct but not too long, pretty much perfect and great story!

Thank you! Glad you like the story. The first draft of the story was a lot longer with more... "clutter" that was just unnecessary. Truth be told, I used to write this story at O'Dark Thirty in the morning while getting shitfaced, so I had to do some heavy editing because half of it came up as nonsense, or I just magically segwayed into an entirely different story.

Good times.

I posted that reply in the same fashion, late at night after a few drinks ;-)
Your writing reminds me of the sort of stories Reprobate used to write on Expansion Mansion. Anyway keep up the good work man, don't feel pressured to smash it out if you're still writing it, just do it in your own time.

(November 3, 2015, 8:14 am)junglebob

(October 29, 2015, 8:36 pm)TrooperG

(October 28, 2015, 7:40 am)junglebob Hey mate, I just want to say that your writing style is amazing! Not too succinct but not too long, pretty much perfect and great story!

Thank you! Glad you like the story. The first draft of the story was a lot longer with more... "clutter" that was just unnecessary. Truth be told, I used to write this story at O'Dark Thirty in the morning while getting shitfaced, so I had to do some heavy editing because half of it came up as nonsense, or I just magically segwayed into an entirely different story.

Good times.

I posted that reply in the same fashion, late at night after a few drinks ;-)
Your writing reminds me of the sort of stories Reprobate used to write on Expansion Mansion. Anyway keep up the good work man, don't feel pressured to smash it out if you're still writing it, just do it in your own time.

Wow, I actually am flattered that you compared me to Reprobate (I am a huge fan of their work). Thank you!

Now for some bad news. What I've posted here so far is what I had written some years ago on Expansion Mansion. I believe I had written a Chapter 11, but it was not saved on this old CD I had found. I don't want to crush any hopes of the story being continued, but I don't want to get everyone's hopes up either. I can still recall how I wanted to finish the story, but I can't promise it'll be done in anything resembling a timely manner. I will say that I have not lost the itch to write more and finish Fortuna (and possibly write more stories), but I don't have the same amount of free time to write it, as I once did.