In-Law (15 Parts) (Patreon)

Note: This is a story-prompt for Onyx. It is based on a plotline submitted previously by Smidgeon.

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1.

Jack’s mother-in-law was a nightmare.

Kathleen Baker had no reservations about speaking her mind.

Ever since Jack had gotten married to her daughter only six months earlier, Kathleen had been constantly badgering them to have a baby. And they were only twenty-three. They had plenty of time to have kids in the future, after some fun, travel, and a bit more partying. Jack and Jade were in no rush to start a family, and weren’t necessarily even sure that they wanted kids.

But no, that was not on Kathleen’s agenda.

“This idea is insane,” said Jade as the two sat together at the kitchen table.

The newlyweds were at their wits end, and had come up with a devious plan. It truly was crazy.

As it happened, Jack was a biogeneticist, and a lot of his work involved the genetic engineering of human and animal embryos.

Jade had suggested that they secretly impregnate Kathleen herself. If she desperately wanted a baby to spoil, she might as well carry it on her own!

Kathleen was still young enough. She was in her mid-40s, but people often thought she was younger. She was fit and healthy, and Jack had no doubt that she could carry a baby without issue. Or several babies, for that matter.

“I’m in,” he told Jade decisively. “Let’s do it. When she goes under for her laser eye procedure, I’ll take over, and give her a little something extra. I know her doctor, it won’t be a problem.” Conveniently enough, Jack’s lab was partnered with and adjoined to the same clinician offices where the family benefited from low cost healthcare via his employee benefits package.

Jade grinned back, reaching out to squeeze his hand.

-

It was done.

Kathleen was inseminated with five super-resilient genetically engineered embryos.

Jack still couldn’t believe he had done it.

Two weeks passed, and Jade and Jack weren’t expecting much for a while, but then one day Kathleen showed up at the house in a fitted cardigan, her usually-slim torso bulging visibly.

“I don’t know, I’ve just been so gassy lately,” Kathleen explained of the swell.

Jack and Jade exchanged excited smiles.

“I swear, I’m never eating at that Asian place again. You know, the one on Main?” Kathleen went on, chattering. “By the way, I wanted to have a sit down with you two. We really need to have a serious conversation about your futures. With Jade’s father gone…” (he’d passed away a decade prior) “...we really do need to think about the family line.”

This would be the hundredth of such discussions. Things were getting hostile, and Jade nearly scowled.

But that wasn’t going to dampen Jack’s enthusiasm. His lips twisted into a smirk. “Sure. Great.”

-

Kathleen was growing rapidly. In another two weeks, she looked as though she was six months pregnant. She was getting so big, so fast, Jack was truly impressed by his handiwork. The embryos were engineered to grow huge and hungry. And as such, Kathleen was constantly eating. During all her intrusive visits to their house, she always had a snack on hand; was always munching away at something. A pastry, a cheese stick, a bag of chips. She seemed a little disgusted with herself, but was also repelled by anything healthy.

-

Soon Jack and Jade decided that it was time to tell Kathleen. She came by their house for one of her frequent visits looking flustered and breathless. She was wearing a blouse she had clearly outgrown by then, the buttons straining against her swollen belly. “I can’t believe how much weight I’m putting on,” she murmured for the umpteenth time as one hand absently cupped her abdomen. She looked eight months pregnant already despite not even being out of the first trimester. Jack was a little stunned to think about how big she was going to get.

Her breasts were gaining as well. Formerly little B-cups, they had surged right to D’s, erect nipples visibly bulging out in her top.

Kathleen was even waddling a little. She made her way over to the table and the mountain of cheese included in the charcuterie board Jade had made just to watch Kathleen gorge it.

“You know cheese is my weakness, hun,” Kathleen complained as she automatically started stuffing cheese cubes into her mouth.

“I thought I’d try something fancy,” Jade responded with a grin.

“And no wine?”

Jade hesitated but did not respond.

“Actually Kathleen,” said Jack. “ I thought the three of us could have a sit down. We need to have a serious talk about…the future. And what not.”

This was just too good.

Kathleen raised her eyebrows as Jack pulled up a chair for her.

2.

At first, Kathleen thought they were joking. “Very funny,” she said as she rolled her eyes.

But when Jack and Jade showed no amusement, and Kathleen looked down at her bulging abdomen, her face opening with realization.

There was denial. Indignation. It was quickly followed by fury. Jack and Jade made sure to maintain neutral expressions for the full five minutes that Kathleen screamed at them. Finally, she stormed off, and the two newlyweds looked at each other, their faces breaking into grins.

For a full, blissful week, there was no sign of Kathleen. She didn’t visit or call, and if this was the only outcome of their little experiment, Jack definitely thought it was worthwhile. He hadn’t felt this relaxed in ages.

Then, finally, they got the dreaded call.

“Mom said she’s stopping by,” Jade said as she strolled into the kitchen, tucking her cell phone into her back pocket. She snagged a carrot stick off the veggie platter Jack was putting together.

As if on cue, the doorbell rang.

Frowning, Jack went to answer it. As he swung the door open, he was surprised by the sight of his mother-in-law in a skin tight button-down dress, her feet bare, and a pair of heels in her hand. He was astonished by how much she appeared to have grown since he had last seen her. She looked at term with one child already, her buttons straining to contain her swell. Her hips had chunked up, and her breasts had swollen another cup size. He could see the outline of them bulging over the cups of the bra she was squeezed into. As Kathleen waddled inside, Jack got a full few of her plump backside. The woman had completely transformed and it couldn’t be more satisfying.

Kathleen was scowling at them, red lips turned in a scowl. “Made a complete fool of myself,” she groused nastily. “I was just at the mayor’s charity event. I couldn’t not show my face. I’m a donor, for godsakes. Everyone was looking at me like some hussie.” She was breathing heavily, cleavage rising and falling where it was displayed by the deep neckline created by the dress’s tightness. Jack belatedly recognized the frock as one Kathleen wore occasionally. It had been quite loose the last time she’d had it on.

“You may need to stop in a maternity store,” said Jade flippantly.

“Don’t act like I signed up for this,” Kathleen fumed. Her body seemed to be working on autopilot as she made her way into the kitchen and lifted a sandwich from the large pile of them Jack had been preparing for his football game viewing with his buddies. Kathleen chomped away, eating through three submarine sandwiches with shocking speed. “To think, you could do something like this to your own mother!” Her mouth was full and voice, muffled.

“Well you really wanted a baby,” sang Jade.

“That’s not funny.”

Jack couldn’t seem to tear his eyes away from the swell.

“This child is huge,” Kathleen went on, still eating away. “It must be time already. God, I don’t think I could go through another delivery.”

Jack snapped out of his reverie. “Well, you actually still have a good ways to go.”

Kathleen gave him a long-suffering look. “You have to be kidding.”

The doorbell rang again. Jack opened it and in walked three of his friends, still laughing about whatever they had been discussing outside. They started to greet everyone, but had to pause at the sight of Kathleen. The older woman reddened.

“Er, hi Mrs. Baker,” said Scott, and Jack’s other two friends quickly echoed him.

“Hi boys,” said Kathleen in clear embarrassment.

Jack led his friends to the living room. When he got back to the kitchen, Kathleen had lifted the whole pot of chili he had made, and was gulping it down like water. It had to be several pounds of ground beef and a gallon of tomato sauce, and she was sucking it in like a vacuum! Jack didn’t know whether to be irritated or impressed.

Kathleen lowered the emptied pot with a belch. “Oh god.” She cupped her belly, then belched again. Jade snorted in amusement.

Kathleen groaned and rubbed her abdomen, and she was…growing!

Jack could see it as she massaged the swell. Her dress was getting tighter without her notice. It was fascinating.

“Maybe you should cut back on the calories, mom,” said Jade nastily.

“You shut your mouth,” Kathleen snapped back, then groaned. “The level of disrespect —”

“Why don’t you have a seat, Kathleen?” Jack suggested.

“Oh no, I was just stopping by. I don’t feel welcome here, or safe, for that matter.”

“Don’t be dramatic,” said Jade, clearly enjoying herself.

Jack reached into the fridge. “Can I offer you a beverage?” He withdrew an unmarked glass bottle with a milky fluid. “It’s a supplemental drink. Loaded with prenatal vitamins.”

Kathleen looked like she was about to refuse, but the moment he unscrewed the cap and she got a whiff of the buttery, vanilla aroma, her resolve cracked. “I’ll give it a try,” she sniffed.

Much the way she had the chili, Kathleen chugged it, sucking it down in seconds. She was peacefully unaware that the drink was loaded with fat, hormones, and appetite enhancers that would just make her hungrier and heavier.

Jack studied the woman, noting that she was sweating quite a bit. Kathleen backed into the wall, leaning on it for support. As Jack watched, he saw her nipples become more defined under the dress, as though they were becoming erect. But then they continued to distend, lengthening and fattening, then her chest as a whole sort of bounced suddenly quite a bit rounder. Kathleen grunted. It looked like her milk had abruptly come in.

“It was…fine. I’m just surprised it wasn’t poison,” Kathleen managed, her face flushed.

“Le sigh,” Jade verbalized.

“Maybe I should just be grateful someone’s actually pregnant,” Kathleen ranted bitterly, while compulsively rubbing into her midsection, and Jack could tell it was growing. Diamonds of skin were forming between her buttons. “You were always so ungrateful, Jade. Always the delicate princess. You couldn’t handle a pregnancy anyway. If you break a nail it’s an ordeal. Heaven forbid you have to—” She belched. “Ohhhhhh…”

It was as Scott walked in to grab a beer out of the fridge that something unleashed in Kathleen’s belly. It rolled forward, her face reddening as it broadened and advanced until her buttons were popping off in quick succession.

Kathleen gave a nasally wine and hugged her exposed flesh as it shuddered another inch outward. By then she looked past due with twins, huffing and puffing like she was already in labor.

Jade gaped, her jaw hanging. Scott blinked hard, like he thought he was already drunk.

And Jack was thrilled. “Another shake?” he suggested, a smirk spreading across his lips.

3.

Jade was determined to take Kathleen to church. At first, Jack didn’t get it. Not until they got there.

Kathleen was flushed and sweaty, continuously fidgeting and tugging at her clothing, trying to make the expansiveness of her form any less obscene.

They had guilted her into coming.

“Don’t you want the baby to grow up Christian?”

“We really need to arrange for the baptism.”

When Kathleen entered the chapel, the eyes of every attendee were immediately drawn. Middle-aged women who came for the sheer purpose of exchanging small-town gossip stirred like vultures, salivating at the scandal. The hot topic of Becky Sanders showing up in a strapless dress was suddenly meaningless, as everyone stared at Kathleen, mouths all hanging ajar.

Kathleen was breathing heavily as she stood there. She had stuffed down no less than six butter-drenched bagels on the car ride over. Her appetite was voracious, and there was seldom a moment that she didn’t have food in her hand or her mouth. Even at present, she was industriously chewing on five caramels.

Kathleen was wearing a wine-colored dress covered with flower lace patterns. It would have been stylish and classy on her, were it not for the fact that it was being stretched to the extreme. And this one actually was a maternity piece. Kathleen had decidedly outgrown it just in the few weeks since it had been purchased.

The dress was sleeveless with a box neckline, the stretch of the material being truly tested at that moment. Kathleen had only gotten bigger since her growth spurt on the night of the football game. Her belly was huge, so big that she looked as though she was past due with triplets. The extent of the swell, combined with her very-plump backside, rendered the dress shorter than it was intended to be, as it slid along her soft thighs. Her fingers consistently fumbled to tug it down from riding up her pillowy posterior.

Kathleen’s breasts had also gotten bigger and fuller – full of milk, by the looks of it. The mounds resembled cantaloupes in size, her nipples unusually large, bulging out visibly from swollen areolas. It was obvious that Kathleen wasn’t wearing a bra, but Jack couldn’t fault her. Those things looked sensitive.

Kathleen was breathing heavily as she stood there in the entry. In addition to her more obvious growths, her hips had widened, thighs had thickened, and her face was rounder. The weight was just piling on.

She was wearing dark red lipstick, her wavy hair hanging around her shoulders. She waddled slowly forward, opting now for flats instead of her signature heels. She looked uncomfortable in her own skin, but she stubbornly raised her chin and proceeded forward.

The whispers weren’t nearly discrete. People goggled and pointed at Kathleen, the self-righteous matriarch. The known community staple. Yet here she was, unmarried, middle-aged, and pregnant to a ludicrous extreme. Jack and Jade smugly followed behind her, enjoying the spectacle she was causing.

It was amazing to watch her try to negotiate her mass into the pews. Just before Kathleen could properly attempt to shift her weight down, the minister came over, quietly disturbed.

“My dear — what have you done?” he said, hands motioning, eyes bulging.

Kathleen’s face went rosy as she gripped hard on the back of the bench that she so desperately wanted to plop her swollen ass down against. “Reverend,” she said breathlessly. “It — it’s not what it seems — you see, it was my son-in-law —”

There were choked gasps. The pastor was scandalized. People gave Jack and Jade looks of shock.

Blushing a little himself, Jack tried to correct them, “What she means —”

“Nrrggghhhh!” Kathleen gripped her stomach.

“She’s going into labor!” someone cried, which was a reasonable thing to think, given Kathleen’s hugeness. But Jack knew better.

She groaned and arched as her belly shifted, pushing forward, her face getting redder as her dress stretched and tightened against her. “Gnnnhnhhh…” she moaned, her face twisting as she cupped the underside of her mass. It continued to roll forward, her breasts swelling with it, ascending and bloating until her cleavage was bubbling over her neckline.

When the growth spurt ended with a visible quake, Kathleen was gasping for breath, her belly so hugely massive, she looked as though she was due with quints by then. Her attire now resembled a mini-dress, barely covering her ass. And her breasts had swollen up to the size of honeydews. She whined, hugging her swell, which now outspanned her waist. “So…bigg…” she puffed out.

And Jack found himself staring. From Kathleen’s clumsy legs — somehow she’d managed to knock one of her shoes off — to her heaving body, her belly almost looking as though it was pulsating. Her huge nipples had only gotten thicker and longer, looking ready to leak at any moment. Her bellybutton was protruding out against the straining cotton, looking the size of a golf ball.

Most of the congregation members had gotten up by then, standing around as shocked spectators, wondering if they had just witnessed some lewd miracle.

“Maybe…you should start the sermon,” Jade awkwardly suggested, giving the baffled pastor an entreating smile as Jack absently, consolingly patted Kathleen’s back.

Oh, this was too perfect.

4.

Kathleen was huffing and puffing, red and sweaty. One hand was holding her back, as the other clutched the underside of her huge belly.

It was an unbelievable sight and sure to be the next small-town scandal. Tears were forming at the corners of her eyes as she tried to bear the strain and also gather her composure.

The dress was still sliding, her plump ass starting to protrude from the back. It revealed that she was wearing a dark red thong! But then, the local department stores probably didn’t have her size at this point. A thong was likely the only thing left that could accommodate her wide hips and gigantic ass.

One of Kathleen’s dress straps snapped right off. She clutched the material as her heaving cleavage grew all the more prominent. She looked absolutely mortified, yet panicked and speechless, as the dress strained and more of her flesh became exposed.

The other church-goers were gawking, positively appalled. Jade looked around at them. “Mom had a big lunch,” she said wryly. It was a tasteless joke but Jade seemed to be enjoying herself. “She’s insatiable for food. Well, for a lot of stuff,” Jade added nastily as she patted Kathleen’s massive, heaving belly.

“We actually have to go,” Jack blurted to the increasingly offended congregation members. “It was good, er, seeing you all.”

With that, Jack and Jade took places at Kathleen’s flanks and ushered her off even as the crowd grew around them. She was panting heavily like she was doing lamaze as they ushered her out of the church doors and into the parking lot.

They didn’t even attempt to get Kathleen into the back seat. She wasn’t going to fit. Jade grudgingly let her have the passenger seat, which was adjusted back and lowered so Kathleen could have sufficient space for her belly. Still, it prodded the dashboard at times when there were bumps in the road. Kathleen was moaning while desperately rubbing her swell. It was nearly the size of a beach ball. The scene was uncomfortably lurid. But Jack kept his eyes on the road.

“God, I just bought this dress the other day,” Kathleen moaned. “Nothing else is going to fit me. Mmgghhhh…I’m so hungry.” Her belly rumbled.

Jack made a quick stop at a fast food drive-thru where he ordered two bags full of greasy burgers and handed them over to Kathleen. The older woman immediately got to work, tearing off wrappings, chomping through burgers voraciously with no attempt at her usual etiquette.

Was Jack imagining it, or was that dress getting even tighter? More and more of her skin seemed to be steadily becoming exposed. Jack pulled into the parking garage entrance of the mall. There was a popular maternity store here. “Jade, you want to run in and grab your mother something to wear?” he asked, a bit desperate.

A glance through the rearview mirror revealed his wife glaring back at him from the back seat. They had a silent staring match until Jade finally huffed, “fine.” She had little discretion when it came to her resentment for her mother.

Jack sighed as Jade got out of the car. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel as he waited. Kathleen was back to squirming and moaning, hands rubbing into whatever she could reach of her swollen abdomen. Jack just tried to keep his eyes forward.

Finally, Jade hopped back into the vehicle, shopping bag in hand. “Got something,” she said as she sipped a soda. “Biggest size. They said it’s stretchy.”

“Great,” said Jack, starting the car. With that, they went home.
-

The dress certainly was stretchy. It was a bodycon dress, something light, perhaps for the beach. It was long, spandex, and clearly too small, yet somehow Kathleen made do. But then, she didn’t have a wealth of options.

And it was so truly tight, hugging every curve and contour of her body. Interestingly, it was flesh-colored. She almost looked nude. Well she practically was. The material was stretched to near transparency, and Jack could make out the crease of her ass and pink splotches that were her swollen nipples bulging prominently against the material. It was practically obscene.

You started it, Jack reminded himself. If he took issue with Kathleen’s attire, that was entirely his fault. He would have to check for alternatives online. Maybe they could order something roomy; more customized.

“Thanks for taking care of me like this. I just don’t know what’s going on,” Kathleen rambled, still all flustered and breathless, her huge breasts bulging heavily from the deep V-neck. She was perched on the couch, huge belly on her lap, rising and falling, just looking absurdly massive. “Ngghhh, god, this baby is huge,” she griped, words going muffled as she chomped on a forkful of lo mein.

Kathleen swallowed the food, grimaced, then gave a loud belch. She whined and squirmed, cupping the swell. This was just nuts.

“This pregnancy doesn’t feel normal,” Kathleen whined. Another burp. “I should see a doctor.”

“I am a doctor,” Jack reminded her as he opened a kitchen cupboard, wondering when Jade would be home. She had slinked off to her pilates class, leaving him to suffer.

“Ohhhhh…”

Jack spun to see Kathleen arching on the couch, belly swelling, pushing out. She was flushed and sweaty, panting and fanning herself. “Oh god…” she groaned out, shifting her hips. Her belly sunk slightly, tension mitigating, then began to rise again, inflating like dough. “I c-can’t…nrrrgghhhh…Jaccckkkk…”

5.

Note: This is a story-prompt for Zee(mired), who requested a continuation of this.

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Jack was standing frozen with a canister of iced tea mix in his hands. He had forgotten what he was doing, largely because he couldn’t take his eyes off of Kathleen’s writhing form on the couch. “Errrggghhh…” Kathleen grunted as she reddened with tension. A yelp escaped her throat as her belly bounced forward in another spurt of growth. She squirmed, rubbing it desperately, huffing and puffing as she begged the babies to calm down. “Oh goddd…” she moaned as she spread herself wider, arching harder as her abdomen heaved almost threateningly. It shivered and popped out another inch. Finally, the episode seemed to end. Kathleen slumped back, gasping for breath. The huge mound sat heavily in her lap, practically seeming to dwarf her by then.

Jack was hardly cognizant of how long he was staring. He snapped out of his reverie when he heard a knock on the door. “That m-must be J-Jade,” he stammered, even though it made no sense to him as he said it. Why would Jade knock on the door of her own home? Nevertheless, Jack was happy for the distraction. He made his way to the door while urging himself to breathe, in and out.

Kathleen’s response was a whimper. She was sweat-drenched and exhausted, her only movements being the odd twitches and shivers of her immense midsection.

“Paul,” said Jack in surprise as he opened the door to his neighbor.

“Hey, just wanted to return your power drill,” Paul responded, holding up the tool in question.

“Right,” Jack managed, still decidedly frazzled from recent events. He reached out to take the drill, but rather than handing it over, Paul brushed past Jack to let himself inside.

“Can I get a drink? I’m famished,” said Paul as he lowered the drill to the kitchen counter, his hand now free to scratch his ass.

“Of course, dear,” Kathleen gasped out.

Both Jack and Paul’s eyes darted to the couch, Paul finally taking notice of the massive woman sprawled there, practically pinned down by her own belly.

Jack started, “No Kathleen, it’s fine—”

“Can’t be rude,” Kathleen cut him off. Flustered and breathless as she was, there would be no compromises when it came to her neighborly hospitality. Kathleen braced her hands against the arm of the couch, her legs shuffling and trembling as her feet pressed into the floor. She grunted and struggled against her own weight. The scene was so surreal, neither man could tear his eyes away.

Somehow Kathleen heaved herself up with a roar, back arched as her belly popped forward. The thin fabric of her dress was pulled even tighter. Damp with sweat, the material was rendered nearly transparent. Her stomach had to be the size of a beach ball by then. Kathleen moaned as she clutched what she could of it with her hands. Then slowly, arduously, she shuffled forward at a heavy waddle, grunting and groaning as she made her way to the kitchen area.

Paul and Jack stumbled back, if just to avoid Kathleen’s momentous abdomen slamming into them. Jack bit his lip, throwing a glance at Paul who stood there frozen, his jaw hanging slack.

They watched as Kathleen went about the kitchen, hissing curses whenever her belly knocked into things. She put on the kettle and somehow managed to make two cups of coffee. Her face was red and contorted from the sheer effort of moving, one of her hands now clutching her lower back. “Oh!” she cried when her belly knocked against the drawer from which he had been attempting to get some spoons. But finally, in no time, she had completed her task. “Here boys,” she said as she offered them the two mugs of coffee, her abdomen shuddering at erratic intervals.

Paul stood there frozen, a rather telling bulge stretching out the front of his pants. Kathleen glanced down at it and blushed. “Well someone’s in a good mood,” she joked.

Paul snapped out of it, stammering indecipherably as he tried to cover himself up. “N-no — I didn’t m-mean—”

“Not to worry, dear. Now, do you take cream, or do you prefer your coffee…ohhh…” she trailed off in a breathy groan, her eyes going wide as her cheeks went redder.

Her plump, honeydew-sized breasts bounced then shivered as Kathleen’s face scrunched and she struggled to keep hold of the full coffee mugs in her hands. “Errghhh…” she grunted, pushing her chest out by impulse. Jack could see the dress getting tighter against her, the V-neck pulling lower, as more of her cleavage heaved over the neckline, each mound expanding steadily.

Her breasts were getting bigger and fuller, rounder and fatter, even her nipples seeming to distend and thicken as Kathleen whined from the sensitivity of them rubbing into the fabric. “Nnnghhh…goddd…ohhhh….”

The dress dampened abruptly with twin pools of moisture, the material now truly and entirely transparent as it was rapidly soaked through, and fluid started to drip off of it.

Milk.

Jack gawked in complete astonishment. Paul produced an odd squeaking noise, then bolted. He practically thrust himself out the door.

Kathleen had finally managed to safely lower the coffee mugs, her hands instead moving to cup her huge tits, squishing into them so that even more milk splattered free, some of it even splashing into the beverages. “Oh god,” she groaned as yet more of her flesh strained her neckline. She looked close to tearing right out of her dress. “S-sorry, I guess I have a f-full tank.”

“Excuse me,” Jack managed, hoarsely, before he hurried off to the bathroom.

6.

Kathleen was growing even beyond Jack’s expectations.

Of course, they had implanted her with five fast-growing, very-hungry, genetically-engineered embryos. In consequence, she was just getting massive. She could hardly walk around on her own anymore, at least not without some help.

“Geez mom, pregnancy really suits you,” Jade mocked as she watched Jack arduously help Kathleen to the medical bed which had been lowered enough for Kathleen to easily plop her plushy ass down against it. “Why, you’re glowing.”

Jade’s contempt for pregnancy was fairly evident. Jack, in contrast, thought he might be warming up to it.

“You brat,” Kathleen gasped out, all pink and sweaty, barely able to catch her breath. She was now seated on the bed, her massive belly squashing her lap. “How dare you make fun of me after what you’ve done. Always taking shortcuts, Jade. Don’t want to carry a child yourself, so have your mother do it! Motherhood should be seen as an honor. It is every woman’s duty —”

“Here we go again!” Jade rolled her eyes.

“— to have spent eighteen years of my life raising such an ungrateful —”

Jack hardly heard the argument. He had gotten used to them, after all. He was still standing close to Kathleen, supporting her arm and her back as his mind swam oddly. His side was touching her abdomen, and he could detect the faintest nudges of movement even through his shirt.

“I am so disappointed in you,” Kathleen went on breathlessly. Her face had only gotten redder, her lips twisting oddly as one hand cupped the side of her belly.

“Shocker,” said Jade sarcastically, her arms crossed.

Kathleen groaned, her belly shuddering. It rolled outward, just an inch. She was having these little growth spurts all the time. Jack stared as the swell heaved up and down with Kathleen’s heavy breathing.

“Jack?”

Jack snapped out of his reverie to see his wife raising an eyebrow at him.

“Sorry. Erm…right, let’s run some scans.”

They had already done bloodwork. Kathleen’s hormone levels were off the charts. Now it was time to see what was going on inside of her.

Jack helped Kathleen recline across the bed. He didn’t want her flat on her back, so he made sure that the top half of the bed was adjusted enough that Kathleen was seated mostly upright, the weight of her belly shifted on her lap and pelvis rather than against her torso and lungs. Kathleen’s cheeks were puffed out as she breathed heavily, looking a bit like a blowfish as she recovered from the simple maneuver.

“Okay, so I’ll just…” Jack’s fingers quavered slightly as he took hold of the bottom of the hospital gown Kathleen had on. It only covered half of her belly, which made it ridiculous for Jack to be nervous as he steadily lifted it. He was a doctor, for chrissakes. Jack tried to get his head on straight.

He settled the cotton at the top of her belly; that juncture where her plump breasts sat shelved high and her abdomen jutted sharply from her body. God, her belly was a fucking globe. She looked as though she could have had a full grown man curled inside of her.

“Jack?”

While Kathleen’s groaning his name had triggered a concerning stirring somewhere south, Jack was also made aware that he had frozen up again. He quickly detached his hands from where they had settled at the top of Kathleen’s abdomen. “Right. Let’s get started.”

Aside from the comically small hospital gown, Kathleen was wearing some sweatpants shorts that seemed to serve her needs for comfort, coolness, and elasticity. Jack tried not to look at them, but he could still see how significantly Kathleen’s hips, thighs, and ass had filled out since the start of her pregnancy.

Jack squirted some gel onto the orb, his breathing shuddering a little. He tried to keep his cool as he ran the sonogram, Jade squinting at the screen as though she understood anything.

“So?” said Jade impatiently after a while had passed and Jack had gotten lost in his thoughts again.

Jack cleared his throat. “Yes, well…the babies are really quite…plump.” Jack didn’t mention that they were the biggest babies he had ever seen. “All five of them seem to be r-really...well-nourished. Er, you’re doing well, Kathleen,” he told his in-law reassuringly.

“Doing well?” said Kathleen, aggrieved. “I’m a blimp!”

Jade snickered.

Jack swallowed hard. He hesitated then tried to minimize her concerns. “I mean, they are quints. We did expect you to be a bit… large…”

“And what about the growth spurts!? I feel like I’m about to pop!” Kathleen whined, looking all sticky and sweaty, hands rubbing her massive belly.

“I…don’t see anything unusual,” Jack managed, truly struggling to keep it together.

Kathleen moaned, “What have you idiots done to mmmmghhh…ohhhh…” Her belly heaved hard, like something was pushing or shoving inside of it, the mound rising almost dauntingly — then it dropped again, sinking then quaking as Kathleen fidgeted and groaned. “So f-f-full…” she grunted. The chest of the gown dampened then quickly became saturated with milk, her fat nipples becoming more defined as they distended against the soaking material.

Jack knew he had to get out of there. “Can you help your mother get dressed?” he asked Jade as casually as he could, then he doffed his gloves and fled.

7.

Jade had checked out.

Mentally.

She had gotten cold and bratty, often snapping, even at Jack sometimes. Jack wasn’t sure if this was just a normal side of Jade he had yet to discover. The two were still new to marriage and living together.

And Jack suspected that Jade’s bad manners were mostly related to her mother. Kathleen’s overbearing presence had been uncomfortable enough when they had first married, and now Kathleen was always around. She had practically moved in!

But it was to be expected. Right now she needed more help than ever, given the drastic nature of her condition.

It was ironic, to be honest. The goal had been payback, but somehow Kathleen had drawn Jack and Jade into her suffering. Now she was driving Jade away, leaving Jack to step up. And how could he refuse?

Sure, he and Jade had plotted the scheme jointly. But it had been Jack’s skills that had brought the concept to reality. It had been his medical expertise, and his very own hands that had done the procedure.

By then, Kathleen had moved in to their guestroom. She had always insisted that it should have been set up as a nursery for her future “grandbabies.” And now it was her room. It was fitting, somehow.

“Jaaacckk!” Kathleen’s annoying voice called out from the room in question.

Jack frowned, lowering his beer.

He had figured Kathleen would be deeply immersed in her afternoon nap. She had just returned from Bible study, groaning and sweating as she waddled arduously. Jack was honestly impressed by her mobility.

(“I raised five boisterous boys, one more pregnancy isn’t going to stop me!”)

Jack had also been perplexed by her willingness to go back to church. But then, it was her sanctuary. It was how she maintained her holier-than-thou attitude, always looking down on those who didn’t adhere to her unmalleable morals. Somehow she could not be cowed, even when she was the target of the stares and whispers. Of course, she had to peddle her narrative. She was doing all this just to “help the kids out.”

(“You know Jade doesn’t have the hips for childbirth!”)

With a sigh, Jack headed for the guestroom. The door was open a crack, so he let himself inside.

As always, he had to pause and marvel at just how big Kathleen was getting. She had to be growing by inches every day. Unable to avert his eyes, Jack gulped.

She was still in the dress she’d been wearing to Bible study. Her latest wardrobe was comprised of the biggest maternity pieces she could find online, yet they still didn’t fit her. The dress was dark red, meant to fit loosely, but it was skintight on her. It looked as though it was truly straining, stretched to capacity, while hugging her voluptuous figure.

It hid nothing. The fabric was pasted so closely, Jack could make out every detail of her curves, her swollen nipples, even her bulging belly button.

“I can’t believe you idiots put five in me! What were you thinking?” Kathleen grumbled distractedly as she fidgeted and struggled. She was seated on the edge of the bed, her belly looking massive where it sat on her lap. The thing was bigger than a beach ball. It resembled a boulder, squashing against her, taking up as much space as it could.

“You called?” Jack groused.

Kathleen glared up at him, panting heavily, her cheeks flushed prettily. “Help me with my zipper.” She motioned behind her with her thumb.

Jack hesitated. “Shouldn’t we wait for Jade…” Of course, Jade was still at pilates, and who knew when she would come home? Pilates was often followed by cosmos with the girls, and sometimes a movie. Jack hardly got five minutes of her time most days.

And even if Jade had been around, Jack was almost certain she would have just sent him to deal with Kathleen, as usual. Lately, Jade had no qualms with putting Jack in all these uncomfortable situations related to helping his mother-in-law.

“Get over here!” Kathleen shrieked.

Jack was jolted into action. He quickly got behind her, his trembling hand taking hold of the zipper behind her.

He slid it down just a little, causing the fabric to loosen and sink at her chest, and over her shoulder he could see the revelation of her firmly pressed cleavage, her breasts as big and round as volleyballs, always gushing milk at inconvenient moments.

Jack drew a deep breath and dragged the zipper down just a bit more. It started to jam, at conflict with the tension of the dress pulling against it.

Kathleen groaned. “I… I think…ohhhhhh….!”

It was happening. That thing that Jack wasn’t supposed to gaze at so indulgently. His cock stirred in interest as Kathleen squirmed and moaned, the abdomen of the dress getting tighter as her belly swelled and more of her cleavage heaved into the open. Her belly was pushing and pulsing, inching outward as Kathleen grunted and strained, her face twisted in discomfort.

It was already so immense! Jack could hardly believe her capacity, as he watched Kathleen’s belly go from impossibly huge to just stupidly gigantic, probably bigger than the rest of her. She whined and struggled, grabbing what she could of Jack’s shirt behind her.

When it was over, she was gasping for breath. Jack became uncomfortably aware that she was leaning back against him.

He scrambled away, mortified. He prayed she hadn’t felt his very prominent arousal behind her.

“I uh… I have to go,” Jack stammered as Kathleen gazed wearily up at him, still puffing out breaths of air as her hands cradled her massive abdomen.

Jack backed toward the door and stumbled out.

8.

Kathleen was flustered.

Perpetually flustered.

She continuously felt hot, disoriented, and hungry.

Hungry in more than the typical sense. Her hazy eyes drifted to Jack, who looked pleasantly lean in his swim trunks where he sat on the opposite edge of the pool as he gazed determinedly into the water.

Kathleen was in the shallow end, sitting in the cool water, deep enough that only her cleavage breached the surface, liquid lapping over her sweltering flesh.

She panted quietly. Even her submersion in the pool did not soothe her body much.

Jack had recommended this. Supposedly, water was good for relaxation, mobility, aches, pains, physicality, and various other things Kathleen had not paid much attention to.

It did feel nice, though. She felt lighter, if just for the moment. The pool was below-ground, the floor of it textured so that it had not been exceedingly difficult for Kathleen to shuffle into it. She knew that she would need help getting out. Jade was out enjoying her usual indulgences. That just left Jack.

Jack.

Kathleen found it difficult to focus on little else than her son-in-law. Which made sense, given that they were constantly around each other. As Kathleen grew bigger, she found her world growing smaller. She spent more time than ever at the house, lounging around under the burden of five overgrown babies. The hormones were potent and truly starting to overwhelm her. In her earlier pregnancies, her late husband had been on hand. But now Kathleen was alone. Except for Jack.

She knew it was wrong to lust after the man, yet it was hard to care when her head was so cloudy and her body was consumed with a perpetual heated tightness. And Jade was absent. Jade hardly seemed to care for her husband anyway.

Stop it! Kathleen chastised herself.

“Ready to get out?”

Kathleen looked up, only then noticing that Jack had approached, and was standing waist-deep in the water beside where she sat. She saw the way his gaze consistently darted to the water, where her belly was submerged, its image warped and wavering.

Kathleen nodded.

She couldn’t deny that the timing was perfect. She could feel the pressure starting to cumulate inside of her. Had she planned this? She wasn’t sure. An hour ago, she had forced down what had to have been two gallons of hot wheat cereal mixed with generous amounts of butter, sugar, and heavy cream. It had been the most fattening and indulgent of meals, and she had felt it expanding in her stomach even as she consumed it, pumping her body fuller and tighter, till it ached. Even in this state of discomfort, she had agreed to going into the pool. She had known that meant Jack seeing her and also…touching her.

“Yeah…” Kathleen managed, pulling some wet hair out of her face.

It was hard not to notice the way Jack looked at her. Often he couldn’t help staring at her swollen breasts and the growth of her belly. Every moment that she was around, his eyes would reliably stray. It was like a compulsion. And during the times that she had her growth spurts, Jack would hardly blink. He would hardly even breathe.

“Okay,” he said hoarsely. Jack ran his tongue over his bottom lip. “Let’s get you up.”

He took her hands. This would not have been sufficient in any other context, but with the weight of the water lightning her load, Kathleen was able to — with Jack’s help — heave herself onto her feet.

She was wearing nothing but a bikini. It was the only thing that could fit her in terms of swimsuits. Her huge breasts were overflowing the cups in all directions, the bikini bottom barely clinging onto her plump, round backside.

The abrupt reintroduction of gravity left Kathleen unbalanced, her torso pressing into her son-in-law. Her hand instinctively clung to the back of his neck, both their bodies wet and slippery.

Jack was breathing heavily.

“J-Jack, they’re…ohhhhhh…”

The growth spurt was on her.

Kathleen’s face reddened as the pressure surged, Jack’s hand instinctively cupping the sides of her massive, naked belly.

This was his handiwork. She was full of him.

She knew that Jack liked her growth, which just meant that she had to grow more for him. Kathleen was usually resistant, but this time she welcomed the waves of heat and pressure radiating throughout her, pulsing outwards. “Nrrggghhhhh…”

Her belly pushed and swelled, pressing harder into him. Growing bigger and wider as she whined and struggled, arching and pushing until Jack stumbled back a step. She just tried to bear it, tried to endure as her skin prickling and surged, the babies stretching her beyond capacity, skin glowing red till she felt like she would burst.

The mass quaked. Kathleen moaned, feeling dizzy. Her ass was leaning heavily on the edge of the pool, but even the cement and tile there could not offer much support.

She felt herself sinking, submerging back into the water as she gasped out puffs of air, water swallowing up a globe that objectively dwarfed her now.

Jack stood there, stunned.

9.

Kathleen could hardly believe she was still only seven months along. She didn’t know how she was going to last another two months like this.

The five plump, overgrown babies squirmed continuously. She felt them constantly pushing and lurching, squeezing more of themselves inside of her.

“Ready?” said Jack. He was seated at her bedside, a huge bowl in his lap.

Kathleen was sprawled across the bed, propped upright by a mountain of pillows. She had been disinclined to get up that morning, feeling far too heavy and exhausted. She breathed heavily, her honeydew-sized breasts rocking with every breath.

Jack, being the good son-in-law that he was, was making sure that Kathleen was fully taken care of.

Today, that included feeding her. Kathleen didn’t have the energy to do it on her own—or so she said. It just seemed more prudent to let Jack feed her.

Kathleen nodded as she parted her lips, allowing Jack to place another heaping spoonful of buttery mashed potatoes into her mouth. She swallowed it down, pressing her lips to muffle her moan. It was so good; so deliciously creamy and heavy. Her breathing thinned, belly rising and falling, heaving against her.

It was just huge, this mound perched atop her, dwarfing the rest of her body and looking practically like a boulder where it towered over her. She felt as though it was pinning her against the mattress, but she didn’t have the energy to fight for relief.

Spoon after spoon was shoved between her lips, and when the mountain of mashed potatoes had all been gulped down into her overstuffed belly, Jack moved on to the next dish. They had already been at it for an hour. Kathleen whimpered as he pulled a tray of sliders over, the miniature hamburgers each oozing grease and cheese. Kathleen opened her mouth wide, taking the first one fully into her mouth.

By then, Kathleen had already gobbled her way through a box of custard donuts, four rolls of cookie dough, dozens of chicken nuggets and french fries all mixed together in a heap, and two extra-large sausage pizzas, each slice rolled up and methodically shoved into her mouth.

The pressure was increasing. Her belly felt tense and tight, her skin prickling as it quavered. She was soaked in sweat, truly straining as the pressure surged to higher and higher levels.

She wanted to grow for him. She saw the way he stared her belly. She knew he was obsessed with it, and she just wanted him to give in.

Jack swallowed hard, his adam’s apple bobbing. “That’s it,” he said hoarsely, his eyes drifting to the large pile of bowls, pans, and trays piled beside him on the floor. It must have been enough food to feed a banquet. “You actually ate it all,” said Jack, appearing a little dazed.

Her swell was throbbing, the pressure cumulating. It terrified her little, but she wanted to Jack to see; to delight in her expanding body. She wanted him to know that every inch that she grew was for his pleasure.

“Feel it,” she gasped out, taking his wrist and pressing his hand against her sweat-drenched skin. She tried to smile, but she was just so tight. Her insides lurched with movement, babies fretful and greedy. Growing and eating. “They’re getting — so — big!” Kathleen cried.

Her body heaved forcefully. Pushing and expanding as Kathleen arched and grew, throwing her head back and wailing.

Jack’s other hand shot out to join the first in holding her, savoring every inch that her belly shuddered forward and outward. Then he moved to sit beside her on the bed, pressing closer, his body against hers, his lips centimeters from making precious contact with her heated skin.

“I need you,” Kathleen rambled, tears streaming down her face. She felt inflated. Ready to burst. The growth spurt had mitigated, but she could tell that it wasn’t over. She could feel something heavier, something lurking and building deep inside of her. “God, Jack, p-please!”

All logic escaped them. It had to be the adrenaline, the hormones, the rampant desperation brewing between them. Jack held her tighter, leaning closer, submerging himself in the heat of her expansive body. He gave her things she hadn’t felt in years, pleasures she had thought were long behind her.

-

Kathleen awoke with a gasp.

She was sprawled in bed, a thin sheet draped over her. Her gaze moved to the naked man beside her, and she could hardly believe it hadn’t been a dream. She shifted, her face twisting at the latest pang of discomfort.

Jake awoke with a sleepy smile, his hand reaching out to idly rub the side of her belly. “You okay?”

“Mmmgghhh…” Kathleen hummed, her face reddening as pressure built anew. She clenched her jaw, shifting from the increasing discomfort. She grunted as her belly  jumped, feeling like a balloon ready to pop. It began to push outward. God, this was too much! She clutched what she could of it, as though to stop the growth; hold it in. But this surge of tension was more powerful than any of the others before it.

“Errrghhhh…” She spread her thighs, grunting and arching as her belly expanded, growing fuller; more packed than should have even been possible. The sheets slid away as she quavered, her skin stinging as sweat trickled along her flanks. She truly feared that the babies might tear right out of her. Her belly grew bigger than she was, its weight crushing against her thighs and pelvis as she squirmed beneath it, struggling to bear it, every muscle bracing against the tension racking her body.

When it was over Kathleen could hardly breathe, her hands feebly clasping at her swell as she moaned. Her eyes were cross, her mind feeling in shambles, hardly aware of the drool trailing along her chin. Her belly button bulged out the size of a golf ball. Her breasts resembled basketballs in girth, shoved into her chin by the shelf her belly made beneath them.

Jack cursed softly, his hands gliding over whatever he could reach her. Every touch of his hands felt heavenly.

“God, you look amazing,” he said.

10.

Jack made sure to be accommodating. He was committed to taking ownership of what he’d done.

Or that’s what he told himself to be the reason that he was suddenly at his mother-in-law’s beck and call.

The living room was transformed. Kathleen had been making frequent complaints about being cooped up in her bedroom most of the time. So Jack had the couch put into storage and ordered some new furniture, ultimately setting up a large, steel-framed bed in the center of the living room. It made sense, given Kathleen’s declining mobility, on top of Jack’s uncertainty about how much longer Kathleen would even be able to fit through her bedroom doorway…

So the living room had become her bedroom. The large social area was in the center of the home, and helped prevent Kathleen from feeling so isolated.

Consequently, she seemed happier—if just in the moments she wasn’t groaning, shifting, or rubbing what her hands could reach of her massive, pulsing orb. Watching her writhe and pant was undeniably distracting even when Jack was doing things as routine as opening mail or making himself a cup of coffee. Often he caught himself staring, though Kathleen didn’t seem to mind.

Even at that moment, she was flushed and sweaty, her limbs shifting. Her back was propped up on several pillows, keeping her partially upright. Somehow she looked squashed, like her globe was pinning her body. Her thighs were spread wide, squirming feebly on either side of it. She continued to compulsively massage her swollen flesh with both of her dainty hands.

Kathleen was dressed in some sweat shorts and a T-shirt that only managed to pull down over her huge breasts, hugging them tightly, while the entirety of her belly was left fully exposed beneath the hem.

Again, Jack found himself lost in surveying his mother-in-law’s outrageous transformation. He knew that he shouldn’t have been so obsessive over her, but they were together all the time now, and Kathleen couldn’t be avoided. He would help her change positions, or get up sometimes. He would apply creams and lotions, and even help feed her.

They hadn’t talked about what had happened between them. In fact, Jack was determined to pretend that it hadn’t. Because any time he thought about it, the excitement was overwhelming. He tried to push his desire aside, because this was just dangerous, messy territory.

“Jaccckk,” Kathleen called, just the sound of her whiny voice putting his body on high alert. “I’m starved!”

Kathleen was always hungry. Between the hormones and the binge-eating, she had worked herself into a state of being ravenous constantly.

Jack gulped and lowered the book he had been vainly attempting to read. He directed his gaze to the gallon-sized pitcher he had prepared for one of Kathleen’s many midmorning snacks. He lifted it with effort, balancing it as he approached Kathleen’s bed, careful not to let the substance slosh over the edges.

Jack had been running out of ideas in terms of keeping Kathleen’s insatiable hunger at bay. His latest concoction was this pitcher filled with cornmeal, sugar, butter, heavy cream, some pudding packets, a box of crushed graham crackers, and half a jar of vanilla syrup.

He brought it over to Kathleen, helping to hold it at her chin as they tipped it to her mouth. The substance was thick and gooey, but she still managed to drink it without issue, chugging at rapid speed as she moaned, sticky streams rolling down her chin and dampening her shirt.  Jack couldn’t help noticing the wet material sinking into her deep fold of cleavage.

The way Kathleen consumed it so greedily made Jack think of a plump farm animal frenetically feasting on slop. Jack was oblivious as to why even that turned him on. He inhaled as he tried to temper his body’s reaction.

The front door swung open, audibly banging against the wall. It pulled Jack right out of his ignoble thoughts. Kathleen had just finished the slop and looked up, gasping. Jade strolled inside, not even greeting them as she casually entered the kitchen.

Jack felt a surge of irritation. He was certain he hadn’t seen Jade in days! “Seriously?” he said, watching his wife take a wine cooler out of the fridge. He didn’t notice how his hand had absently settled on the top of Kathleen’s heaving abdomen.

Jade finally threw him a glance. “Oh. Hi,” she drawled coolly, her eyes narrowing.

Kathleen was struggling to breathe, but still managed to gasp out, “Typical.”

“You’re insulting me?” Jade sneered. “No offense, mom, but you look like an elephant.” Jade took a swing of her drink.

“Jade…” Jack started.

“And don’t you start either,” Jade cut him off. “Hanging out with mom all day; playing nurse. Seriously Jack, what the hell is wrong with you? She’s my mom. And she looks like a blimp!”

Jack felt his chest constrict, but he maintained his composure so not to validate her implications. “She needs help Jade. It’s not like you’re doing it!”

Jade snorted.

Kathleen was still struggling to breathe, her face getting incrementally redder. Her belly pulsed and heaved, bobbing outward as though ridden with hiccups. ‘Blimp,’ was proving an accurate metaphor. She really did look as though she was inflating!

Jack impulsively rubbed Kathleen’s shoulders while murmuring comforting words, his eyes unable to tear away from the rising orb. Somewhere in his periphery, Jade huffed and stormed off to their bedroom.

11.

Jade awoke to the humming vibrations of her phone alarm going off. She yawned as she dug the device out from under her pillow, squinting at the bright interface through the darkness.

5 AM.

On Thursdays she liked to get up early for her pilates class. It felt good to get a workout in before she went shopping. Jade sat up and stretched her arms above her, trying to shake off the final remnants of sleep. She lowered her hands, and just before she could climb out of bed, something gripped her wrist. Jade threw a glance back at her husband.

“Stay,” said Jack hoarsely, looking handsomely disheveled even in the dim room.

“You know I can’t skip a workout,” said Jade with a smirk as she gently tugged her hand free. “A small payment for this banging body.” She gave him a generous flash of her thigh and butt cheek as she got up, playing with the hem of her nightgown.

Jack groaned remorsefully and waved her off. Jade bounded off to the bathroom and took a shower.

By 6 o’clock, she was at pilates, lined up in the fitness room with several of her friends. The women did some stretches as they awaited the instructor’s arrival.

“Your mom still staying with you, Jade?” inquired Jade’s friend Beth, to the left of her.

“Eugh, it’s awful,” responded Jade with an eye-roll. “She and Jack are practically playing house.”

“You’re kidding?” said Stacy, her lips quirked in amusement.

“It’s sickening,” said Jade. “I can hardly stand either of them anymore.”

The door opened, another woman entering the class. Surprisingly, she was pregnant. And quite far along. Jade could not help staring at the woman as she struggled over to a spare mat.

“Seriously?” said Jade, unable to help herself. “Lady, you can barely even walk. How the hell do you expect to keep up with pilates?”

Jade’s friends giggled, while the pregnant woman looked mortified.

“Disgusting,” Jade muttered under her breath, but it wasn’t quiet enough not to bring the pregnant woman to tears. Jade knew it was cruel, but she was having a hard time controlling herself. Just seeing the prominent curve of the woman’s swollen belly in those spandex reminded her too much of her mother.

“Behave, Jade,” Beth chastised as their other friends continued to giggle.

Jade just ignored her, instead grabbing her canvas bag to retrieve her water bottle. She had failed to realize that it was actually Jack’s bag which she had grabbed that morning on her way out of the house. Jade distractedly stuck her hand into it, feeling around for her water. In the process, she unwittingly knocked the cover off a syringe, then yelped as something pinched her hand. She quickly retracted the limb to find a small puncture on her palm. “What the hell,” Jade muttered as she finally looked down into the bag. “‘the fuck? Is this Jack’s stuff?”

“Everything okay, girl?” Stacy asked. She was fully bent over, ass up as she stretched out her hamstrings.

“Yeah, I…” Jade trailed off, starting to sweat. Her body felt weirdly hot.

Little did she know, she had just been exposed to an experimental prenatal drug. It was highly active and effective, designed to increase viability, weight, and development of embryos, even causing splitting in the most early stages, resulting in multiples.

Jade folded her arms over her abdomen as her stomach lurched and gurgled. She swayed a little, pressure building inside of her. Her clothing became damp with sweat, her face flushing red.

“…Jade?” Stacy straightened.

“Guhhhh…” Jade moaned as her belly tightened. She felt the skin changing in shape, and stared down in shock at the sight of her tight tank top pushing out in a convex.

Her hands trembled as she cupped it. Her insides gurgled again, then the pressure rose to uncomfortable heights.

Jade arched, groaning as her belly inched forward. The dozen or so women closest to her had stopped stretching to stare in shock, their jaws hanging.

Jade struggled to gather her bearings. “What’s — happening!?” she choked out, but then the pressure was back. It was never gone. It just ebbed and surged in a rhythmic cycle, Jade groaning and fidgeting as her belly shuddered each time, growing bigger and rounder, steadily inflating.

A sudden sense of nausea had Jade buckling forward, covering her mouth. Somehow she staggered her way towards the bathroom, shoving past the astonished women in her path.

12.

Jade was wearing a workout bodysuit, which hid little as she gaped at her reflection in the mirror, her clammy hands gripping the sink. Her abdomen had expanded into a rounded orb in the matter of seconds, sticking out so firmly and prominently that she looked as though she was somehow six months pregnant!

Her lips moved wordlessly. She shook her head, her hands sliding down to clutch the full, warm orb, which was still packed with so much tension that she found herself grimacing. What the hell was happening to her?

She felt a lurching. Jade groaned as she suffered a new surge of tension, her body arching by instinct, seeking relief. She whined as her belly pushed out, at least another inch. She yelped at the popping sensation of her inwards belly button being propelled outwards, now protruding like a fucking oven timer! Jade stumbled back against the wall, gasping for breath as she clutched her belly, as though to hold in anymore growths. She silently prayed for this ordeal to be over.

Her body was pouring sweat as she waited there, cursing and praying, desperately rubbing the swell with her palms. Moments passed, and her body remained calm.

“Hey, everything okay in there?” called Beth from the other side of the door.

Jade pushed herself off the wall. Her balance was awkward as she stepped forward, her bodysuit stretched tightly against the increased size of her body. She grunted as she awkwardly navigated her way to the door, unlocking it. She pulled it open to Beth, whose eyes immediately shot down to Jade’s stomach.

“Oh dear,” Beth breathed.

“I think it’s j-just some indigestion,” stammered Jade, not even convincing herself. She pushed past her friend to waddle into the main area. There, she found two dozen or so women staring at her.

“What the fuck,” Stacy mouthed.

The pregnant woman from earlier looked truly shocked. She was lightly cupping her own rounded belly, a queasy sight to Jade. So Jade wrenched her gaze away.

“It’s just an allergy,” Jade fumbled her way through another explanation. “I think it’s my new p-perfume. Just some swelling.”

The other women continued to gawk. The pilates instructor, not one for punctuality, strolled inside. She gasped and dropped her gear as she joined the others in staring at Jade.

“I’m gonna grab my allergy medicine from the car,” claimed Jade, her face hot. She waddled for the door, biting her lip as her belly gurgled, and just prayed that the growths didn’t start up again.

Jade didn’t trust herself to drive. She wasn’t even sure that she would fit behind the steering wheel of her small, economic car. She called a cab, and waited impatiently at the curb as the gurgling noises increased in frequency and intensity, soon accompanied by strange stirring sensations that made her dizzy to think about. But this couldn’t be what it looked like. It had to be some freak reaction or something. Jade breathed a sigh of relief when her cab finally arrived. The driver gave a dubious look as he rolled down his window.

“You're not in labor or something, are you, lady? I don’t need a mess in my car.”

“I’m not pregnant!” snapped Jade indignantly as she opened the back seat door and eased herself down with a grunt. She felt so awkward and heavy, her insides bloated and lurching. She sucked in long breaths of air as the car cruised along, the driver periodically throwing her nervous glances through the rearview mirror. Every bump in the road made her cry out, her loins seeming to spasm. It almost felt like something really was inside of her, biding its time for escape.

The pressure was creeping back in. Her belly felt as though it was throbbing. Jade was relieved when the cab finally stopped. When she struggled out of the car, she looked even bigger than before!

“Have a healthy baby,” said the driver before he sped off.

The nerve of that guy! Jade thought. She wasn’t pregnant. It was just a mix-up. She wasn’t even that big!

She whimpered as she finally staggered inside, her keys dropping from her hands as she clutched her tight belly. Her bodysuit strained to contain her.

Jack looked up at her in shock. He had been in the kitchen pouring a glass of milk.

Kathleen was wailing on the couch, inflating as usual. She looked like a damn woolly mammoth!

“Jack,” Jade sobbed, grunting as the pressure surged again. Her belly quivered as it inched outward, tears forming in her bodysuit to reveal her swollen, pressurized flesh. She was so tight, so full, and was only getting fuller!

“Jade!” said Jack as he hurried over to her. “Oh my god, you’re pregnant!” He held her in his arms, her belly pulsing as it pushed out between them, tearing through the jumpsuit in a formidable, expanding dome.

13.

Jack was fumbling through a pile of scientific notes and documents, trying to figure out what combination of fertility drugs his wife had been exposed to. He flipped through the latest folder but found it difficult to focus. His gaze kept straying to the living room couch where his mother-in-law, and now his wife, were both sprawled back, thighs spread as they cupped their bellies and moaned.

Kathleen was by far larger than Jade, but for how much longer? Jade was growing rapidly in tremulous growth spurts, her belly shifting outward by inches each time it happened. Jack tried to make sure he caught them all. By then his wife was flushed pink, sweat-soaked, and gasping for breath. Her hands were desperately rubbing, trying to pacify the contents of her mass, which was large enough to make her look overdue with twins already, and was only getting bigger.

On the other end of the couch, Kathleen was barely coherent. She had her limbs spread wide, her body looking practically crushed by the mountainous orb atop her; it was simply immense. Kathleen was huffing and puffing, squirming feebly as her massive belly throbbed up and down, as though it had a pulse of its own.

Every so often, Jade would send Kathleen a horrified look. As though she feared she was seeing her own future through her mother. “Ngghhhh…” Jade moaned, and Jack’s eyes shot up from the papers just in time to catch the sight of his wife’s belly inching out with another shiver of growth.

God, Jack was hard. Who could blame him? He had two beautiful, enormously-pregnant women perched in his living room, gasping as their bodies strained to contain several of his babies.

Jack was pulled out of his reverie by the sound of a knocking on the door. He hesitated before going to answer it, opening the door just a crack. Surprised, he opened it wider. “Hi…?”

“Stacy,” aided the blonde with the curvy body, as revealed by the tight bodysuit she had on. She had a yoga mat rolled up under her arm, and several other women in tow behind her. “We all just got out of class and wanted to check in on Jade. She wasn’t looking too hot when she left.”

The half-dozen woman behind her all nodded and murmured their consensus.

“Right,” said Jack. He gave a panicked glance back at his two family members looking practically inflated in his living room. “Actually, now really isn’t a good time—”

“Jack!” Jade groaned for him, the sound of her breathy voice going straight to his cock.

“Jade, is that you?” said Stacy in concerned.

“Is she okay!?” another of the women demanded.

Jack found himself being shoved aside as the horde of women forced their way into his home. Once they were all standing around the couch, they stood frozen in shock as they gazed down at Kathleen and Jade’s massive states.

Stacy shook herself out of her reverie. “Oh my gosh Jade, what happened!?”

“Someone call an ambulance! This lady looks like she’s gonna blow!” cried Beth, motioning to Kathleen’s lurching boulder of a belly.

“No, they’re fine!” Jack insisted.

“C’mon Jade, breathe with me,” said Tara, who was suddenly kneeling in front of Jade, holding her hands. “Hoo hoo haaaah… Hoo hoo haaa…”

“She’s not in labor,” said Jack in annoyance as Tara encouraged Jade to do lamaze. This was becoming a spectacle. He shook his head. “I’ll be right back.”

Jade moaned and reddened through another few inches of growth, her workout friends standing around and gazing in awe.

Jack hurried to his office, frantically rummaging around. He needed to figure out what combination of drugs Jade had been exposed to, as her growth rate seemed even more accelerated than Kathleen’s. He went to his workstation, gathering up the last things he had been working on. He shoved several half-full test tubes and samples into a bag, then hurried back towards the living room. He had to keep a close eye on Jade and Kathleen, as their growth was getting erratic.

Jack tripped as he was hurrying into the living room. He yelled in horror as the bag flew from his hands and crashed to the ground with the sound of broken glass, a pink fog rising up and saturating the air. “Shit!” said Jack. “Open some windows!”

But Jade’s friends had all doubled over in coughing fits. Jack managed to get two windows open, and as the fog cleared, he found himself gaping at what was transpiring.

Stacy squealed as she clutched her expanding belly. It seemed that the highly active fertility drugs were taking effect, as all of Jade’s friends began to expand, stretching out there tight workout clothes as they sprouted swollen bellies.

“Gnnhhhh…” moaned Tara as her abdomen pushed forward several more inches. She already looked as if she was eight months pregnant!

Jade and Kathleen were growing as well. As Kathleen’s belly tremored, Jade’s surged and leapt forward in sharp jerks of growth as she yelped and whined, clutching her flanks as her belly expanded beyond the size of a beach ball.

“Oof!” yelped Beth as she lost her balance and stumbled back into a wall. Jack hurried to help her, Beth’s swell heaving up and down as it continued to steadily tighten.

What have I done!? was all Jack could think.

Things were getting out of hand.

14.

There was a crunching noise followed by a thud as the couch collapsed, Jade wailing as Kathleen yelped, both women being unexpectedly thrust onto the floor.

Jade whined as she was thrown sideways, clutching what she could reach of the huge belly she had bulging out beneath her top.

“Are you okay, honey?” said Jack, hurrying to her side.

Kathleen ended up sprawled on her back, gasping and struggling, somehow pinned beneath her massive orb. Her face was a deep red color as she tried to shift the immense bulk away from her lungs. Eventually she got herself partially upright, wheezing as the weight of her belly was moved forward, her thighs getting squashed beneath it.

Around the room, women were whimpering and squealing, Jack hurrying around, from one to the next, trying to aid each woman in distress.

Jade was spewing a litany of curses, now grabbing onto a banister, attempting to gain her footing. But it was proving difficult. Her legs trembled and strained to lift her weight, but just couldn’t. Jade cursed some more, dropping back onto her ass while kicking her feet out like a petulant child.

Kathleen was dizzy and breathless, which she attributed to sheer exhaustion, and perhaps inconsistent access to oxygen. “Mgghhhh…” she hummed, her face scrunching as her belly gave a forceful tremor. She hurriedly rubbed the sides of it with her hands.

Kathleen found Jade and her friends to be a bit dramatic. While the pregnancies were certainly extreme and shocking, it wasn’t all bad. Kathleen had even gotten used to hers.

In contrast, Jade seemed to hate every bit of it. It was clear that she had never wanted to be pregnant.

By then, Jade was nearly Kathleen’s size, and somehow it bothered Kathleen. To see her daughter so horrified and miserable, completely unappreciative of the miracles her body was facilitating.

Kathleen certainly didn’t want Jade to beat her size. Though it was admittedly not very appropriate, Kathleen had developed a true fondness for her son-in-law. These days, Jack practically doted on her, and he even seemed to enjoy it. And as much as he tried to hide it, he was undeniably attracted to Kathleen’s pregnant body. He could hardly keep his hands off of her.

At least until today, when Jade and all her bimbo friends had shown up to steal the spotlight.

There was a long, whiny groan. Kathleen’s eyes shot up as she watched Jade suffer another growth spurt, her hands scrabbling at her abdomen. She grunted protests and obscenities, her legs squirming. Jack knelt down beside her to comfort.

“It’s okay, you got this,” he said as she struggled.

Jade looked like she wanted to punch him in the nose.

Kathleen estimated that her daughter, by then, was the same size as her—maybe even bigger. Kathleen felt a surge of jealousy, her pulse rate picking up. No, this wouldn’t do it all. Her gaze darted around in search of a solution.

She knew that Jade hated this anyway. She obviously didn’t want to be the biggest in the room.

Kathleen’s eyes caught sight of the bag Jack had dropped earlier, broken glass spilling out of it. But nearby, there was a corked vial that hadn’t broken. It was about a quarter of the way full of an unidentified pink fluid. Kathleen reached out.

It was about a foot away from her extended fingertips. She tried to shift a little, grunting from the strain, her belly lurching as though in protest. But she did her best to move, using her feet for leverage on the carpet, struggling to inch her body a little more, just enough to reach the vial. Her belly was so huge, bigger than she was. Like a boulder, pinning her there on the ground, squashing most of her legs as she panted. Correspondingly, the mound heaved up and down.

It was slow progress, but Kathleen was soon able to reach the vial. She gripped it in her shaking fist, pulling off the cork with her teeth. Her free hand was leaning on the floor behind her, every muscle in her body braced to support her massive condition.

Kathleen downed the fluid. She didn’t even know what it was, but she drank it all.

“Ohhhh…” she moaned, her insides bubbling and gurgling.

Around the room, Jade and her friends, all in varying stages of expansion and discomfort, looked Kathleen’s way.

Kathleen’s stomach roiled. It filled with tension and tightness, her skin pushing and prickling, as she clutched what she could of it. Her belly throbbed and shifted, pushing her breasts higher, as it steadily took over. Her legs disappeared as her mass rolled and widened, pulsing and growing, outspanning both her arms and legs where it was perched on the floor, Kathleen spread wide and gasping for breath.

Jack stumbled over, gaping at her, Kathleen breathless and dazed.

Jade just shook her head. “For fucks sake,” she puffed out.

15.

Everyone was just growing and growing.

Maybe it was the residual fumes leftover from the chemical spill. Jack had opened all the windows, but that didn’t guarantee that it had dissipated. Jade groaned as her abdomen tremored, her hands rubbing it desperately.

All of her friends were still expanding as well, some struggling and writhing on the floor. Tara couldn’t seem to handle all the growth. She was lying back spread-eagle, barely conscious and looking squashed by the big belly perched against her. Her eyes were half-lidded and occasionally one of her limbs would twitch.

Jade scrunched her face as she felt another subtle roll of tension in her stomach, her skin prickling as it tightened subtly.

Kathleen was enormous. She was more belly than woman. Jade could hardly see her beyond Kathleen’s baby-packed flesh. Jade thought she could see a hint of her mother’s hands, and maybe one of her feet, but was all. Kathleen’s belly overshadowed her to the degree that her body was hidden by it, at least from the angle where Jade was sprawled.

"Mom?" Jade called uneasily. Jade grunted as her insides lurched, her skin prodding out with distinct movement. A kick? She groaned and shifted, her hands cupping the huge, swollen mound presently perched in her lap.

“Jack," whined Kathleen's muffled voice. She ignored Jade entirely.

Jades eyebrows furrowed.

"I’m here!" assured Jack as he hurried over to the blimp that had become of his mother-in-law.

He stood there and rested his hand on the momentous orb of flesh which had to be at least five feet in diameter by then! He lightly patted it as he muttered down at something beneath and behind it. Undoubtedly, Kathleen’s squashed, straining body.

"God, I can’t believe how fertile you are,” said Jack with a shaky grin. He was practically fawning.

"Seriously!?" said Jade irritably. She was still on the floor by the stairs, leaning on the wall while breathing heavily, her huge mass perched on her thighs yet shelving her breasts, the swell far exceeding the size of a beach ball. Her breasts, meanwhile, seemed to have surged up a few cups sizes, the flesh tingling and nipples aching, both having taken on a heated, bloated sensation.

Jack startled at the exclamation. "Jade!" he said, as though only then recalling her existence. He hesitated, but duly hurried over to his wife. "How are you, honey?" he inquired, his eyes trailing over her lecherously.

Jade wanted to strangle him. "Call 911!" she forced out between her gasps. She was infuriated. She felt like she was competing with her own mother for her husband’s attention!

“No need. I’ve got this handled,” Jack quickly responded, though he didn’t look remotely confident in this claim. His living room was full of women struggling and squirming in varying states of massive pregnancy. This situation seemed far from "handled." Jade looked at him in bafflement.

In a sudden burst of effort, Stacy got to her feet. Her face red and straining, she staggered a few steps, her hands clutching either side of her massive, protruding belly. Her growth spurts had managed to tear her clothing to shreds, leaving her in just panties and a bra that she was steadily outgrowing.

She grunted us she struggled her way towards the door, leaning back in her efforts to remain balanced. She managed to open the front door and started to proceed, but her belly bounced against the door frame rather than passing through it. She blinked and tried again, but her massive abdomen just couldn’t fit. Her face contorting, Stacy attempted to squeeze her way through, grunting and growing as she tried to squish her body through the opening. "Got to—get—out of here!" she grunted as she struggled.

Jack’s panicked eyes darted around the room. Jade hadn’t understood his reluctance to call for medical attention at first, but now she realized. This type of mishap could lose Jack his license. It would completely end his career as a doctor and researcher, though Jade wasn’t sure that would be such a bad thing.

"Errrrgghhhhh!" snarled Stacy. She was committed to escaping, and had managed to shove her belly halfway through the door frame! With one more forceful, push, she popped free. She managed to grab onto the door frame before she could topple, but her own weight was still too much for her. She lowered herself to her knees, gasping.

Outside, someone screamed.

"Oh my gosh!" shouted a voice that Jade recognized to be one of her neighbors. A dog was barking. Jade heard the sound of a camera going off, rapidly snapping photos.

“Holy shit! Look at that lady!” said another voice.

"Get help!" cried Stacy as she lowered herself onto her plush backside on the porch, moaning and rubbing her sweaty belly. It was pulsing and heaving, Stacy’s legs squirming as visible movements littered the surface. She started releasing strangled grunts, and it appeared as though she was trying to push despite not being in labor. She was filled to capacity, trying to gain some relief.

"Jack, I need you!" Kathleen’s latest muffled cry brought Jade’s attention sharply back to the living room. Jade scowled as Jack hurried back over to the heap of flesh that was his mother-in-law.

"Police!" announced a voice from the porch. A uniformed officer cautiously stepped into the house.