Hope you enjoy this story. It was a fun thought experiment. I could have polished more, but thought I'd put it out there. Interested in feedback.

Warning, contains:

• Non-consentual impregnation
  
• Non-consentual sex
  

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Something's Wrong With Me! (Working Title)
Chapter 1

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Ashley’s fingers paused as she studied the screen of her phone. Skimming through Instagram, an unusual photo caught her attention of what appeared to be a heavily pregnant Indian girl standing awkwardly with a group of men. A caption read, “Rare Genetic Mutation Identified.” The girl looked to be about 16 or 17, with a thin face, and cradled an enormous bulging belly which must have been carrying twins based on the heavy protrusion pushing her sari forward. Several men who appeared to be doctors stood beside the young woman at the entrance to a rural medical clinic. The girl was small in the frame, but her expression was faintly visible. She looked uncomfortable, and dismayed. There was also something downcast to her features, like she had resigned herself to whatever fate awaited her. 

“Gross.” Ashley thought to herself. "I hope I never become a whale like that if I ever get pregnant."

Having just turned 18 the month before, Ashley was just entering the full bloom of her beauty. At 5’3” tall, she had a thin waist that flared into wide hips, and a fit, firm ass thanks to a regimen of daily squats. Her perky breasts and lustrous straw-colored hair also helped to evoke desires in most young men who saw her. Thanks to these natural gifts, Ashley had become somewhat vain. She admired her trim form in the mirror every morning and had built a considerable Instagram following.

With the image of the poor swollen Indian girl still in her mind, Ashley suddenly felt a sharp pain somewhere behind her belly button. "Ouch!" she thought. As quickly as it came, it was gone. "It must be cramps. It's a couple of weeks too early for my period. I just need to drink some water." With that she made a commitment to hydrate and walked upstairs to get ready for bed.

Awakening the next morning, Ashley groggily got out of bed and walked to her bathroom. Looking at her tangled hair in the mirror, she almost didn't notice the unusual shape of her belly. Was it… bigger? She lifted up her shirt, and there was a definite firmness which hadn't been there, even the night before. Feeling sick in the pit of her stomach, she started panicking and breathing heavily. 

"Mom!" she yelled in desperation.
“What’s wrong?” her mom yelled back.

“Something’s wrong with me!” Ashley yelled and burst into tears.

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After a trip to the doctor’s office, Ashley was no more relieved. The doctor, a formal, yet attractive woman of about 40 named Elizabeth Brown, seemed as puzzled as she was and told her it was probably bloating. “Water weight,” as she called it. The doctor told her that it would likely pass in a few weeks and to make sure she wasn’t eating too much salt.

“How am I supposed to go to school like this?” Ashley thought to herself.

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Weeks passed and her bulge continued to grow. She wore sweatshirts all of the time, despite how warm it had become in late spring. Looking at herself in the mirror one day, she realized she looked like a pregnant woman. “Oh my god, I can’t believe this is happening to me!” she said to herself, and broke into tears. She felt pressure now behind her belly all the time, and every day it seems like her belly expanded more. She couldn’t wait till her next doctor’s appointment, which was in a few days. Hopefully they would find an answer to relieve her from this misery.

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The doctor walked back into the room after what seemed like forever. Ashley’s mom sat holding her hand as the doctor fumbled with her clipboard. 

Awkwardly shuffling her feet, Doctor Brown said: “Ashley, I’m afraid we have some bad news. The blood test we took has revealed an irregularity. We’re still waiting for confirmation, but we believe you may have a rare condition called “Megamaiesiosis.” This is a fairly new condition that has been identified, but essentially what it entails is that you will exhibit the characteristics of pregnancy, without actually being pregnant. Your uterus will expand as if you were carrying a baby, only it will be inert tissue and glands.” Ashley’s shock and confusion were apparent. Dr. Brown sighed, then continued. “Unfortunately, there is not currently a cure… Although that may change as we learn more about this condition. The good news is that it should not affect your health in any way other than your appearance.” She paused. “There is one other thing… you may receive some unwanted attention from boys.”

“You mean other than looking like a pregnant slut??” Ashley spat out.

“... With this condition, your body may release additional pheromones.”

“So what does that mean, exactly, doctor?” asked Ashley’s mom.
“...It’s fairly rare, so I wouldn’t worry about it. I just wanted to warn you in case any of your classmates acted differently towards you” the doctor finished weakly.

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Days and weeks passed. Each morning, Ashley looked at her growing belly in her full length mirror and cried. She felt completely helpless, as her swollen belly relentlessly expanded. She felt like a dirty little slut who had gotten herself filled with cum, and a belly full of baby. Thankfully, her skin was still smooth and she hadn't developed any unsightly stretch marks. 

Six weeks after her diagnosis, she looked like she was 5 months pregnant. Where she had been rail thin before, now she was like an ripe fruit, swollen and filled. She had also started to waddle a bit when she walked. And though she wouldn’t admit it to herself, her clit had become more sensitive - tender to the touch and quick to excite her. She hated the feeling of being aroused, disgusted, and ashamed all at the same time.

At school, all of the girls were avoiding her, and whispered to each other in small groups as she passed by. She knew what they must think, and so she spent as little time as possible in the hallways in between classes. During class, she had trouble paying attention and often found herself absent-mindedly stroking her swelling bump. Her belly button was also just beginning to poke outward, in what was yet another affront. Up until recently, she had been able to hide her changing shape with baggy sweaters and goodies, but now her swelling baby maker was revealing her form to everyone. 

But it was the boys who were becoming the real problem. She had always commanded attention from guys due to her pretty face and her sensual, curvy body. But now, the attention was becoming uncomfortable. She had expected boys to be grossed out by her condition, but it seemed to be having the opposite effect. She was constantly getting hit on in the hallways at school, and more than once she had caught a boy staring at her in class, only to embarrassingly look away and try to hide the bulge in his pants. The first time it had made her feel disgusted, ashamed, and even a little scared. But now it had happened a handful of times and she was just trying hard to pretend it wasn't happening. 

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At her next appointment, the doctor frowned down at Ashley's chart. 

"You're perfectly healthy, aside from your condition, but you're growing at a faster rate than we expected," said Doctor Brown. 

"How big will I get??" squealed Ashley in fear and frustration. 

"Based on what we know, you could compare it to a twin pregnancy, but you're already 41 inches at this early stage."

"EARLY STAGE??" cried Ashley and buried her face in her hands. 

After an awkward pause, the Doctor cleared her throat and asked, "Have you experienced any other changes? How are things at school?" 

Looking up, Ashley calmed herself a bit and choked out, "It's been awful. The girls all hate me and the boys are all perverts!" 

"Hmm, already… Alright. And it's just the boys who are giving you unwanted attention?" 

"What?" said Ashley, taken aback, "Of course. Not that I have anything against girls who… It's just that I…"

"Of course, I understand." The doctor added quickly. "Look, don't lose hope. I've just read a new journal article about some promising research being done in this area that may give us a breakthrough soon." With that, she walked across the room to Ashely, and looking her up and down for a length of time that started to make Ashley slightly uncomfortable, she gave her a brief, awkward hug and told her to focus on anything that made her happy. Slightly cheered, Ashley determined not to let this setback ruin the life ahead of her. 

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“I look just like a preggo whore!” she sobbed at the mirror. “I might as well have fucked the whole football team!”

The optimism Ashley felt after her last appointment had quickly vanished as her waist ballooned at an even quicker pace. Her belly was now truly massive, pushing straight out from below her boobs, pointing out in a gravity defying torpedo shape, an amazing parabola of expanded flesh that curved gently down to her pussy lips. There was no longer any flat stretch separating belly from pubic area, but instead all of her torso was dominated with a perfectly smooth pregnant belly and distended belly button. She was positively gravid and felt uncomfortably full all of the time. She could have sworn she was carrying a huge fat baby (or maybe two) in her teenage belly every time she caught a glimpse of herself. Leaning over to pull up her socks one day, she happened to glance at herself backwards in the mirror, and she could see her belly hanging pendulously down below her ass and pussy. Other than her massive belly, she looked almost completely normal from the backside, except for the faintest love handles that asserted themselves at either hip.

Other problems were increasing as well. For one, she had developed a very peculiar and perplexing scent. At first she thought it was some fresh cut flowers her mother had given her to lift her spirits, but after those had gone there was still a definite sweetness in the air wherever she went. It was just below the threshold of being obvious, but it was noticeable if you knew what you were looking for. It was like flowers, or honeydew. Sweet, but alive. There was also an almost musky quality to it that she couldn't place. Leaning down to put on a pair of panties one day, she noticed it was coming from her crotch. She tried to get something from the pharmacy for yeast control, but nothing would make it go away. She decided to ask the doctor at her next appointment. For now, it was like an undercurrent that spread wherever she went. “I suppose it could be worse, she told herself.”

She was also ashamed to admit to herself that she was becoming used to her current state. She no longer worried as much about going to school each day, and found herself even thinking about what it would be like to have a real baby. The clothes that she would buy for it, how she would care for it (or them). The thought didn’t fill her with as much dread as it did before, but with a kind of fearful attraction.

She was also horny. Far hornier than she realized she could become. In class, she would fantasize about her classmates, imaging them touching her breasts, her lips, stroking her belly. She imagined her teacher, unzipping his pants, grabbing her head with a firm grip, and planting his throbbing, swollen member in her mouth, deep in her throat. And then suddenly she would snap out of the vision and be horribly embarrassed. She hated these moments and chastised herself for the thoughts. She was disgusted with herself, and committed mentally to not repeat the thoughts, which she of course was unable to do.

One day after school was letting out, she made her way to the front office in order to fill out some paperwork. Her condition had been shared with the faculty who needed to know, but the paperwork was a constant nightmare. As she was waddling slowly down the nearly deserted hallway with her bookbag on her back, she suddenly heard her name whispered from an alcove. Turning to face the sound, she saw a young man she didn't recognize, about her age, in a letterman jacket.

“Hey… Ashley,” he croaked. She didn't know him, but obviously he knew her. This wasn't too unusual, however. She had been one of the most popular girls in her class (up until recently that is). He was facing slightly away from her at an odd angle, but in her surprise this fact didn’t register with her. She took an awkward step backward, startled, but before she could turn away he quickly walked up to her, placing a hand on her taught, swollen belly. It was tight like a drum, and warm to his touch, stretching the fabric of her striped shirt to its limits. He was close to her, far closer than she was comfortable with. For a moment he stayed that way, moving his hand slowly back and forth, feeling her gravid teenage belly quivering beneath his touch. Ashley was so dumbfounded by his actions that she simply watched him stroking her. In that moment she noticed two things simultaneously. 1) He was almost feverish, with sweat beaded on his forehead. Was he sick, or delirious? 2) His jeans were failing to conceal a massive erection. His cock was obviously rock hard as it strained against his pants. Suddenly he placed his hands on either side of her rotund belly, like he was receiving a gift, and pulled her towards him forcefully. Making a moaning sound, he thrust his cock into the underside of her firm belly once, twice, then held her mound tightly as he convulsed and shuddered. As he released a ragged breath, she struggled and pushed herself away from him, seeing a dark splotch spreading outward from the front of his pants.

“Oh my god!” she shouted and waddled awkwardly backward. As quickly as she could manage, she waddled/ran the rest of the way to the front office, only looking once to see if he was following her. It was like she was carrying the world’s heaviest bowling ball in front of her stomach. Her gravid belly bounced heavily to the rhythm of each stride as her young wide hips accommodate the reckless motion of her struggling down the corridor. 

Her heart was beating like thunder and her mind was reeling as she closed the office door behind her. She could hardly process what had just happened. Her first feelings were ones of embarrassment, violation, shame, and sicknesses. But… god help her... a second wave of feelings pushed to the front of her mind. She was stimulated, even thrilled, and filled with a yearning, animalistic hunger. She registered in horror that her own crotch was nearly soaked. Her stretchy canvas pants were visibly damp, as she could see from her reflection in a mirror on the wall (she could no longer see past her enormous pregnant teenage belly). Her pussy was positively tingling and actively pumping out fluid. The older woman who sat at the office desk was staring at her wide-eyed. As a bright red blush quickly spread across her face, Ashley absently blurted out, “It’s discharge. I’m fine…” and then turned around and walked quickly out of the office.

Eyes darting left and right for any sign of the boy, she fearfully made her way into the open air, climbed ungainly into her car,  and sped homeward.

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Chapter 2

It was fortunate that Ashley arrived home when she did. The lurid scene in the school hallway had replayed itself constantly in her mind on the trip back, each time growing less horrific, until it finally consumed her with lust. Again and again she felt the unknown boy’s cock spearing into her heavy belly in its attempt to release itself. Whatever disgust she had felt in that moment was now completely absorbed in a frenzy of hormonal abandon. A small part of her brain was screaming that something was terribly wrong, but its voice was increasingly drowned in a deluge of sexual compulsion. 

Hardly acknowledging her mother as she waddled through the kitchen and slowly ascended the staircase, Ashley quickly locked herself in her room and sank into the bed. Her hand immediately found its way past the flimsy snap on her pants and into her panties, where she began to vigorously rub her engorged clit. Moaning huskily, the sound of sticky slapping fingers filled the room as she desperately sought to quench her burning lust. As the wetness oozed from her tight, throbbing pussy, Ashley fantasized about thick cocks filling her with their sticky cum, an endless series of spasmodic shots of pasty ejaculate coating her vaginal walls, forcing its way into her welcoming tubes and penetrating every nook and cranny of her ovaries with millions of eager sperm. Who it was didn’t matter. What she wanted was to feel the pressure of an uninvited baby forcing her young uterus relentlessly outward as it grew fat and pushed its head painfully against her cervix until she couldn't take any more. She wanted her smooth belly to grow tight as a drum under that heavy load, and to feel the shift in her already precarious balance as her strained stomach grew and grew to 39, 40, 41, 42 weeks pregnant with no end in sight. She needed to be a dumb breeding animal, pumped full of frothy spunk and made hugely big and awkward with child until she was helplessly pregnant. She wanted her strange condition to instead be a true pregnant belly so that she could flaunt it in front of her friends, family, and the whole world, declaring herself to be no more than a vessel for someone’s seed. She wanted to be a dirty little pregnant slut who had been knocked up far too young, a stupid girl too ignorant to protect herself, and nothing more than a dumb baby making machine to push out child after child. 

With these thoughts filling her mind, she exploded with a massive orgasm that seemed to last forever, encompassing every facet of her universe. 

Some time later, she came to consciousness in a sweaty mound of sheets, her panties ruined with her own fluids. 

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After sleeping most of the evening, through the night, and into the late morning, Ashley awoke to her mother's voice coming from outside of her bedroom door. 

"Ashley sweetie, time to get up or you're going to be late for school!" 

Feeling like she had just surfaced from under a giant wave, Ashley groggily pulled the covers down from over her head and assessed her situation. "Yep, I still look like I'm ready to drop," she thought, and frowned. Lying on her side, her belly dominated the queen size bed. Swinging her legs off the edge of the mattress, Ashley grunted and pushed herself into a sitting position. Her gravid belly asserted itself below her, obscuring her view. God, she thought, have I gotten heavier overnight? And she did feel heavier - and looked bigger too, if that was even possible. Suddenly remembering the events of the previous day, Ashley cheeks flushed as she felt an onrush of embarrassment and shame. Not only for the sexual act forced upon her, but also for the thoughts and desires that had overtaken her mind. She could still feel them at the back of her consciousness, straining to come to the forefront. With increasing concern, Ashley hurriedly clothed herself in a pair of tight black yoga pants and oversized t-shirt. Even though it was an XL, her overripe belly stretched the middle of the cotton shirt taught while the large sleeves draped comically over her narrow shoulders and arms. 

Lumbering carefully down the stairs, Ashley found her mom flipping through the mail by the kitchen table.

“Mom, I think I need to go to the doctor,” said Ashley.

“What’s wrong?” her mother asked, her eyebrows knitting in concern.

“I… I’m not sure. I just need to speak to Dr. Brown and I don’t think I can drive myself anymore. I barely fit behind the steering wheel anymore.”

“OK, of course. You have gotten pretty big recently. I’m so sorry, honey. I’ll call the school and grab the keys.”

Half an hour later they pulled into a parking spot at the pediatrician’s office. 

Ashley felt awkward still going to her family pediatrician now that she was 18 and technically no longer a child. But Dr. Brown had all of her paperwork up to date and had always been kind, if not a bit clinical. However, her new condition made it more than a little uncomfortable due to the judging glances from parents in the waiting room. She could just imagine what they thought, her being a teenager with what anyone would assume to be a belly ready to burst with child.

“Mom, do you mind if I go in alone this time? The problem I’m having is a little embarrassing.”

“Oh, of course darling. I completely understand.  I’ll be here in the car if you need me. I’ll just catch up on this book I’ve been trying to read.”

“Thanks, Mom.” said Ashley and pulled herself out of the car. 

Fortunately the waiting room was empty at this early hour and she was quickly ushered into a room to wait for Doctor Brown.

After some minutes, the doctor opened the door.

Doctor Brown was about 40, and full figured. She was a good doctor, but somewhat reserved and awkward with her patients. Still, she had seen Ashley for at least 10 years and they had grown comfortable with each other.

“Ashley, good to see you. What seems to be the trouble this morning? I’m glad you came in, by the way, there are some things we need to discuss.”

“I don’t really know how to explain it. I’m having… urges, and I’ve received some really…” She paused, not sure what to say. “Unwanted attention lately...” she finished lamely.

After outlining her situation briefly, Dr. Brown seemed troubled and asked her, “Ashley, I’m so sorry this is happening to you. Unfortunately, some of this may be explained by your condition. There have been reports of hormonal irregularities associated with this condition, but I had hoped they wouldn’t affect you so strongly. If it’s alright with you, I would like to perform an ultrasound and take a look at your belly.”

“But I’m not pregnant,” Ashley said in confusion.

“Yes, but I would like to take a look at your uterus and see what’s going on,” said Dr. Brown.

Acquiescing, Dr. Brown accompanied her into a room down the hallway with a reclining chair and computer station with a monitor. 

Having Ashley lie down in the chair, Dr. Brown pulled over a swinging stool and gently pushed up Ashely’s t-shirt to examine her belly. Gently rubbing a gloved hand over Ashley’s grotesquely swollen belly, Dr. Brown marveled at what the human body was capable of. “Simply amazing what we can take,” she thought to herself. “And this girl, barely more than a child, has endured so much. Her belly is absolutely massive at this stage. It really looks like she’s overdue or even pregnant with twins. And it’s all carrying forward, just jutting out. And no stretch marks. Simply remarkable.”

Doctor Brown gently rubbed Ashley’s belly, pressing at times into the firm surface, and stroked her finger around the hardened knot of Ashley’s herniated belly button. As she felt the doctor’s clinical caress, something began to stir deep within Ashley and she found herself becoming aroused. Her cheeks began to warm and she could feel herself growing wet as she imagined herself and the doctor together. A slight moan escaped Ashley’s lips as the doctor rubbed her torpedo shaped belly. Dr. Brown looked up, raising her eyebrow.

After an awkward pause, Dr. Brown wordlessly squeezed some gel onto Ashely’s belly and spread it smoothly around with the ultrasound wand.

As they both stared at the monitor screen, images began to emerge. Ashley wasn’t sure what she was seeing. Everything was fuzzy and pixelated, but she could make out some sort of black and white shapes, oval-like, and delicate looking.

“Amazing,” said Dr. Brown. “These glands are extremely developed, but how they grow or what purpose they might serve, we don’t know.”

“What does that mean?” Ashley asked, her pulse racing.

Dr. Brown sighed. “There’s so much we don’t know,” she said. “But based on what we have seen from other patients with this condition, we think that your uterus is developing a number of new glands. This explains why your belly has become so swollen. Because the glands are produced by the uterus, you appear pregnant, though there is no fetus. These glands are essentially little factories for hormones and pheromones. That’s the reason why you may be feeling differently or why you may be receiving unusual attention from others. Normal glands, like the sweat glands, are very small. These are far, far larger. You may have noticed an odor as well.”

“Oh my god, that sweet smell!” Ashley interrupted.

“Yes,” Dr. Brown continued, “Those are pheromones your body is releasing, and they may affect the behavior of others who come in contact with them. Largely in males.”

Doctor Brown paused and exhaled.

“Look Ashley. Here is what we know. These glands will continue to grow and produce more and more hormones and pheromones. The only thing that stops them is pregnancy or medical intervention. It’s almost like your body is evolving, in a sense. Your belly will continue to grow larger as it produces more and more pheromones until you attract a mate and are successfully impregnated, at which point the fetus will force the glands into remission. Obviously that is not an option we would like to consider. Instead, I believe a course of medication should put the glands into remission and return you to a sense of normalcy.”

Ashley was shocked at the information the doctor had just told her. Evolving? Pregnancy? A mate? But even among these fears, she was elated at the prospect of a solution to her condition. And she was still also stimulated from the doctor’s touch.

“I will immediately prescribe you a course of pills, which you can get once you leave here. Make sure to take them consistently and finish the entire course. Before I do that, however. I need to examine your vaginal canal to make sure everything looks normal,” said Doctor Brown.

Having Ashley remove her pants and underwear, Dr. Brown expertly split the legs of the examination chair apart and had Ashley sit down. Raising the chair higher, she pulled up closely and put on a pair of glasses with a bright light. Tenderly spreading the lips of Ashely’s pussy apart with her gloved fingers, Dr. Brown peered deep inside of Ashley’s moist pink flesh. Ashley struggled to contain a moan of pleasure as she felt the doctor’s fingers penetrating her vagina.

“OK, everything is looking normal,” said Dr. Brown. “Wait... I see something.” Pressing her fingers further into Ashley’s teenage vagina and peering closer, she strained to determine what it could be. Ashley rolled her head back as a wave of pleasure rushed through her at the further penetration. While the doctor’s face was almost against Ashley’s body, a sudden release of pungent sweet air jetted out of Ashley’s vagina directly into Dr. Brown’s face. She quickly backed away, coughing.

“The pheromones!” she chortled, choking on her coughs. Turning around, she hunkered over the monitor station trying to catch her breath. Alarmed, Ashley could do little but sit in her reclined position with her massive belly pinning her down.

After a long pause, the doctor seemed to breathe normally again. Turning slowly around, she stared blankly at Ashley for a few moments.

Ashley waited for the doctor to make some sort of response, but she stood silently, staring at Ashley. As she was being watched, Ashley noticed tiny beads of sweat appear on the doctor’s upper lip and forehead, like she was fighting some sort of desperate internal battle. Suddenly the doctor walked over to where Ashley lay and placed her hands on Ashley’s enormously gravid belly. With a hungry look in her eye, the doctor stroked Ashley wordlessly. The doctor’s touch sent lightning bolts of thrill up Ashley’s spine. "God, I want this," Ashley thought. "Why do I want this so bad?" But even as she asked herself this and other questions, she knew it was the result of the hormones the doctor had mentioned. She was torn between fear and lust, but something had to give. She knew she wouldn’t be able to control herself for very much longer.

The doctor, hunger in her eyes, bent down. Before Ashley knew what was happening, Dr. Brown began vigorously licking Ashley’s vagina, scooping her tongue in, out, and all around the folds of Ashley's pussy. As Dr. Brown greedily licked, she slurped up the sweet sticky juices now freely flowing. 

“Hrngggggg,” Ashley moaned in pleasure.. As the doctor filled her virginal crevice with her rough tongue, Ashley’s head lolled back and forth. She unconsciously began to fondle her breasts and rub her tender swollen belly in ecstasy. As the doctor’s pace increased, Ashley could feel her climax approaching. 

“Uhhhhhhhhhh huhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Ashley screamed as she cummed into the doctor’s mouth. Grunting loudly like an animal, Ashley involuntarily thrusted her crotch into the doctor's face. Suddenly the world constricted to a narrow tunnel and then there was darkness.

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I think we might possibly have a very early contender for 'story of the year' here... Well done. I've really enjoyed reading this, so far!

Very, VERY good story!! Keep it up!

Thanks, all. I realized I should have kept this all in one thread, so I'm going to post chapter 3 again here, then post the exciting conclusion which is chapter 4. Hope you enjoy it!! (I will ask the mod to remove the separate chapter 3 thread later).

Her New Condition, Chapter 3

Ashley opened her eyes to the unforgiving glare of fluorescent lights. In a haze, she lazily rolled her head to the side to shield her eyes from the brightness. As her mind regained focus, she recognized Dr. Brown slumped against a row of cabinets on the opposite wall. Beside her on the floor were the contents of a cabinet drawer she had evidently rummaged through. The doctor’s head, cradled on her knees, looked slowly up.

“What happened here cannot leave this room.” Dr. Brown said quietly. “If anyone were to find out… Let’s just say it’s something neither of us would want to explain.”

After a long awkward silence, Dr. Brown unsteadily stood up, bracing herself against the cabinet countertop behind her.

“Your condition has advanced much further and more seriously than I expected. In your present state, you are a danger both to yourself and others. Fill the script I wrote as quickly as possible, and quarantine yourself at home from others. We have to take this very seriously, Ashley.”

Holding back her tears, Ashley nodded. “I will,” she said simply. The embarrassment and shame she felt were exquisite. This woman whom she had known nearly her whole life had just felated her with reckless abandon, penetrating her most private areas with her mouth and tongue. And Ashley had loved it. She could still feel the slippery wetness of the doctor’s lips on her tender pussy, and the rough but pleasurable thickness of her tongue as it stroked her vaginal walls. Just thinking of it was making her hot all over again. And yet she still felt deeply ashamed.

Dr. Brown exited the room, still a little unsteady on her feet, leaving Ashley to slowly pull her yoga pants up. With her belly so large, Ashley was having a hard time reaching her feet to pull the pants towards her waist. After a minute or so, she was able to mostly cover herself, with a small patch of skin on her bulging midriff exposed. She walked slowly through the hallways, cradling her bloated belly, past the waiting room and the leers of few mothers and children, and out to the car where her mother awaited.

“Hi, Honey,” her mother said as she quickly set her book down. “That took a while. Everything alright?”

Unable to tell the truth, Ashley calmed herself and said, “She wrote me a prescription that we need to pick up immediately. But it should help. She also said that I should stay on bed rest for a while.”

“OK, well that sounds like progress. I’m so glad. You’ve gotten so big, I mean it looks like you’re really pregnant, And the SIZE of your belly.... Sorry, we’ll head over to the pharmacy now,” her mother said.

When they reached the pharmacy, Ashley’s mom offered to go inside, but Ashley politely declined, saying she needed some time to process her feelings. 

When Ashley waddled into the pharmacy, the young man behind the counter looked at her with obvious surprise, his eyebrows raised comically.

It wasn’t at all surprising. Ashley, 18 years old, beautiful, and heavily pregnant (or so it seemed) turned heads wherever she went. She had an amazing form. Her hips were wide and seemed tailor made to support her hefty belly. Her breasts were large and firm. Her rear was impressive in its own right, and often caused mens' eyes to linger as she passed. But her belly was bordering on grotesque. Ashley looked ready to drop a pair of twins right then and there, and every movement she made cried out her state. Her sexy waddle showed off her sublime form - her hips swayed seductively, while her breasts and ass competed for attention. Her young appearance was also shocking in its own right. Though 18, she might as well have been jailbait for the youthfulness of her face, with her plump cheeks and an innocent, naive, or even stupid expression that never quite left her face. In short, she was the kind of girl men desperately wanted to fuck, pregnant or not.

Ashley approached the counter and the young pharmacist.

“Hi. How can I help you?” he asked courteously.

“Hello, I have a prescription - oh darn,” she said as she clumsily dropped the piece of paper to the floor. Backing up, she bent down slowly, giving the young pharmacist an exceptional view of her sensational breasts through the oversized neck hole of her XL t-shirt. Resting on the shelf of her hugely extended belly, they were plump and clearly bra-less. Ashley was ripe in every way possible. It took her a long time to bend down with her heavy belly, and he got a full view of the show. He could feel his cock going hard behind the counter as he imagined sliding into her perfect flesh. She smelled fantastic too - he had caught the faintest whiff of her sweet perfume as she bent down.

Finally standing upright, she arched her back and held her hugely taught stomach with both hands. The pharmacist thought he might cream his pants where he stood.

“I have a prescription,” she repeated then slid the paper across the counter.

“Um, yeah, I think we have that,” he stammered, taking the script. He glanced at it and disappeared behind some shelves.

As he hastily filled the prescription, he couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to fuck such a beautiful woman. He could see himself forcing his erect member up her tight asshole as far as he could go, practically poking her baby as he thrust again and again. Then he would cum right in her pregnant pussy, and watch as his thick ejaculate slowly dripped out of her pretty little slit, which was undoubtedly close to being ruined by her baby’s (or babies’) huge head. He smiled as he thought of her tiny pussy stretched beyond all reason as she moaned in pain, living with the consequences of being such a slut as to get knocked up as a teenager. He darkly thought how fun it would be to rub his veiny, engorged cock all over the top of her belly as she struggled through labor and childbirth. Maybe he would cum on her straining, tight teenage belly as she tried to force her huge children out. Maybe he could fuck her in the asshole as she dropped her shameful spawn...

Unfortunately, in his reverie, he didn’t notice that he had reached for the wrong pill bottle. Instead of Dr. Brown’s carefully controlled regimen, he had mistakenly given Ashley 30 triangular pills, which were right beside her prescribed medication. The label on the bottle read: VIAGRA.

Lost in his thoughts, he bagged up the prescription and handed it regretfully to Ashley, knowing she would walk out of his life forever. She mumbled her thanks and walked slowly away. He sighed, placed the “Back In 5 Minutes” sign on the pharmacy counter, and walked to the bathroom to jerk off.

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The next few days were a blur to Ashley. The pills seemed to be having some effect, but she was hornier than ever, and was losing her tenuous grasp on reality. She was becoming sex-obsessed and lay in her bed masturbating for most of her waking moments. Her pussy, though she couldn’t see it, felt so swollen and tender, and was always wet now. When she did leave her bed, she ate whatever was on hand including frozen pizzas, takeout her mother had ordered, french fries, etc. Anything she could get her hands on. And she felt like her belly was getting bigger, not smaller. She thought that maybe the pills were just taking longer than expected. 

But the concerns she had about her new condition had faded into the background as lust and hunger had taken over. In fact, she was beginning to like her new body. She imagined her young belly filled with babies, the sticky cum of boys having taken hold in her fertile ovaries. She could barely move, but stroked her huge belly constantly in between fingering her tender pussy.

By the third day, she had entered into a distracted haze of hormones and waking daydreams. Isolating in her room was driving her crazy. She needed to get out of her house. She wanted to be SEEN. She craved some real human contact. Staring blankly at her closet door, an idea struck Ashley. I need some new clothes. I need to go shopping! 

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It was a miracle she made it to the mall in one piece. Like a sleepwalker, she had slowly waddled down the narrow shoulder of the busy two lane road leading away from her house until an elderly woman had taken pity on her and given her a lift. Fortunately for the geriatric driver, it didn't appear that Ashley's pheromones had any effect on her. Perhaps menopause had turned off that vital part of her brain. Dropping Ashley off at the mall entrance, the kindly old woman said, “I’ll be heading back this way in an hour or two. I’ll swing by and if you’re still here I’ll give you a ride home.” Ashley distractedly murmured her thanks and exited the vehicle.

So by a stroke of luck, Ashley with her pendulously disproportionate belly now stood staring at the entrance to Bundles of Joy Maternity Shoppe, like a moth drawn to flame. She entered the store in a fugue state, hormones traipsing through the bedrooms of her mind. Her eyes feasted on the maternity brassieres, fitted dresses, customized jeans, and other trappings of motherhood. Overwhelmed with the sensuality on display before her, she stood frozen for a few moments.

"Looks like we're in the same boat," came a voice to her side. 

Standing a few feet away was a young woman in her mid twenties, with blonde hair and a pretty smile that showed her perfectly white teeth. She was also heavily pregnant, her large belly ballooning out the loose beige cashmere sweater she wore. She looked about 9 months with a singleton, but measuring large. She placed one hand on her gravid belly, and carrying a large shopping bag with the other, waddled slowly over to Ashley. Stopping, she set her bag down, rocked back on her heels, and cradled her enormous baby bump with both hands then smiled and sighed. “38 weeks,” the woman said, patting her large belly. “My first. How about you?”

“Something like that,” Ashley muttered, entranced at the figure who stood before her, bursting with motherhood. She stared covetously at the woman’s swollen uterus, obviously heavy with child. She was feeding off of the woman’s glow, and could feel a hunger awakening in herself.

“Are you carrying twins? Triplets?” she asked cheerily. When Ashley didn’t reply, the young woman blushed and quickly added, “I’m sorry, that's kind of a personal question.”

“You’re beautiful.” Ashley said, with a smile now creeping to the corners of her mouth. “So full of life.”

The young woman blushed harder, a little embarrassed, then said, “Haha, thank you. I feel so huge! I just keep growing and growing, you know, and my boyfriend won’t even touch me anymore! Ugh. I guess that’s why I’m here - I've been picking up a few things to try and spice things up. You understand, of course.” Realizing what she had said, she quickly added, “Not that I’m saying you’re too big! Or that your boyfriend, or husband? If you even have one, I mean… Gosh, I need to keep my big mouth shut!!”

“Hahaha,” Ashley laughed, a bit strangely. She was mentally undressing the woman, imagining what she must look like under that sweater. “I have gotten pretty big recently, I guess. I like it now, though. Wouldn’t mind getting bigger.”

In truth, the young woman felt a little sorry for Ashley. She was obviously young, the woman would guess 17 or 18, and definitely knocked up with more than one bun in the oven. While she wasn’t much older at 25, at least she had a steady boyfriend and a college degree. She couldn’t imagine what it would be like to be so clueless and pregnant. The girl had probably trusted whoever had pumped her full of sperm when he said he’d pull out. Heck, she probably thought the pull-out method was safe. Or maybe she was one of those homeschooled Christian girls who never got any real sex education and was trying to save herself for marriage. Which clearly hadn’t worked. The baby daddy was likely some acne-faced punk who would skip out at the first sign of trouble, leaving her and her kids as a burden to her parents. And the girl looked like she should be in the labor ward instead of out shopping. Her belly was so large and forward, with an angry-looking outie belly button pointing out into space. She wouldn’t be surprised at all if she saw the teen clutch her stomach with a painful contraction, or even break her water right here in this store. Yep, those babies were really doing a number on the poor girl’s body. But she was pretty, that was for sure. She looked like she would be one of the popular kids. She was sexy, too, the woman admitted. If she wasn’t so pregnant, I bet she would have her pick of any guy in her class.

The young woman’s thoughts were interrupted with a sudden sharp pain, and she grimaced and held her belly. Ashley surprised her by stepping closer, until their bellies were almost touching.”Mind if I feel?” she asked, gesturing at the woman's belly.

A little surprised at the question, the young woman paused a moment, breathing, and then said, “OK, I guess.” She had become a little wary of strangers, especially men getting a little too familiar with her since she became pregnant, but since this girl was also pregnant, she decided it must be alright. “My name is Mary, by the way. These Braxton Hicks! I know they aren’t the real thing, but man do they hurt sometimes.”

“Nice to meet you, Mary,” said Ashley, now actually touching Mary’s belly with her own in order to get close enough to softly rub the woman’s stomach. Ashley was close, and Mary could smell her perfume, a sweet flowery scent she couldn’t recognize.

“That feels nice,” Mary said, as her cramped stomach muscles began to relax. A dreamy and pleasant warmth crept over her. "Mmmm." Ashley’s firm bump was warm against her own, and she felt strangely woozy as the pregnant girl massaged circles into her tight bump. 

“You know, you’re beautiful too,” she said without thinking, noticing Ashley’s youthful face, large plump breasts, and ponderous belly. “You’re carrying those babies so well. They must be so heavy.”

"I'm not even pregnant," Ashley whispered. "Yet…"

"Oh," said Mary, not really taking in Ashley's words. She suddenly felt an overwhelming desire to reach out and touch this beautiful teen with the hugely swollen belly. 

And then Ashley was taking Mary's hand and leading her to the back of the store. They moved together in a bizarre procession, as if the overdue residents of a maternity ward were executing an escape plan. 

Ashley soon led Mary into a dressing room which had been thoughtfully outfitted with a plush, overstuffed couch at one end and mirrors on the walls. Ashley slammed the door shut and backed Mary against the wall before she realized what was happening. With her enormous belly to one side of Mary's equally swollen womb, Ashley leaned in for a deep, passionate kiss,which Mary mindlessly returned. Their full, glossy lips glided over each other as they sucked and kissed. Mary’s libido was now fully awakened and she began to kiss Ashley forcefully back, prompting Ashley to start using her tongue. Mary could feel Ashley's large, soft breasts pressing against her own engorged tits, and the girl's heat and rapid breathing. Then Ashley's hands began to move over her body, caressing her hips, her ass and sides, and then her belly, nine months large and full of baby. It had been so long since she had been held like this, and her body cried out for the affection. She was also as horny as she could ever remember being, an exhilarating rush of sexuality that overwhelmed her senses and wiped away all inhibitions.

Ashley’s hands moved behind her back and unhooked her bra, releasing a tension which had been there all day, and her breasts cried out in relief. They had been so full recently, expanding more than a cup size during her pregnancy, and felt so heavy and swollen. She knew they looked great, one benefit at least to all of the extreme changes her body had been through. She even admired them in the mirror from time to time. And fortunately, while her areolas had expanded a bit and darkened, they were not the dinner plate size she had seen on some women. They were essentially larger, sexier versions of themselves. And now, her nipples were excited and hard as Ashley began to stroke them in small circles. Ashley grabbed her breast fully and squeezed hard, making Mary gasp. The pain and the pleasure mingled were extraordinary. Ashley then took the heavy breast and put it up to her lips, sucking on the tender nipple. Mary felt a flood of warmth in her crotch. 

Continuing to caress her, Ashley’s nimble hands found their way down to her white khaki shorts, and before she could put up even a feeble protest, Ashley had undone her button and unzipped her fly. And then long skinny fingers were delicately stroking her pussy lips and clit. She moaned with pleasure at the sensation and trembled. It was the best thing she had felt since her boyfriend had filled her with his baby batter and left her in this condition. She bit her lip and focused on the sensation, realizing distantly that she was leaking colostrum from her nipples and could feel her shirt growing wet against her skin. Her crotch was also so wet that there was hardly any friction when Ashley’s middle finger buried itself up to the second joint. “Oh God,” she moaned. “Oh God, oh God. Mmmhmm.”

Ashley continued to explore her most intimate places for a few moments, but pulled out suddenly. “No!” Mary protested, but then Ashley was pushing her backwards towards the couch, until she plopped down heavily, dropping her shopping bag and spilling its contents. A few items rolled across the floor: a small black cylinder of mascara, a jar or cream... and the largest dildo Ashley had ever seen. It was jet black, penis-shaped at either end, and as thick as Ashley’s wrist.

Ashley raised her eyebrow comically, and Mary breathily managed, “I told you I was trying to spice things up.”

Ashley smiled. This was going to get interesting.