Fish Girl, Parts 4-6 (Patreon)

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Summary: Emma turns into an aquatic creature then starts to develop eggs. Contains: Female: pregnancy, belly expansion, breast expansion, butt expansion, egg laying, animal characteristics.

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4.

“Be careful guys. I’m telling you, this is some weird shit,” Josh warned his and Emma's four male friends as he stripped down to his briefs. The four males gawked at the massive bulge in Josh's shorts.

From the water, Emma shrugged. “It’s true.” She grinned, not intimidated by the guys. She had always been a tomboy despite her feminine appearance. “My pheromones seem to...change him.”

The young men didn’t need to be told twice. They quickly stripped down to their boxers and hopped into the pool, gasping as they instantly developed erections. The pheromone-content of the tank had become so powerful, some of the guys instantly had orgasms.

“Ew, gross, I live here, jerks!” Emma complained as the guys either turned red in embarrassment or chuckled awkwardly, everyone swimming back to the pool edge.

“You weren’t kidding,” one of them nodded to Josh.

“Told ya”

“I’m getting out of here,” Emma grumbled, also swimming to the pool’s edge. She pulled herself up so her torso was out of the water. But rather than climbing out, she hesitated, and lingered in the tank.

“Thought you were getting out?” said Josh, standing a few feet from the water, drying his hair with a towel. “You’re fuckin' swimming with our swimmers.” Josh couldn't help taking a moment to admire her tits. Had they always been that big?

“Yeah, I know, I just…” Emma didn’t know how to explain her sudden compulsion to stay in the water. Her subconscious was telling her not to move; that it was important to stay put. She was unaware of her body’s eagerness to absorb all the recent contributions. Once it had finished, and every wriggling specimen had made its way into her greedy womb, the compulsion vanished. Emma climbed out of the tank. “Eugh, gross.” She didn’t notice the slight roundness her belly had taken on in only the past couple of minutes.

“Hey, you seemed to be enjoying it,” Josh mocked.

“Well I need water. If you hadn’t noticed, I can’t breathe without it.” Emma tapped her gills. “Besides, it’s just cum. Nothing you haven’t been covered in,” she said, drawing laughter for the others. Josh pushed her back into the tank.

-

The perk of living in a tank of water was that Emma kept extremely fit from swimming around all day. Despite this, however, she had somehow started to develop a bit of a gut. The guys made jokes about it, but Emma ignored it. She supposed she was being a glutton with her meals of live fish lately. Her mother would put a week’s worth of sustenance in the tank for her, and Emma would go through it in just a day. She supposed there wasn’t much else to do than gorge herself, living life as a fish-person and all.

The guys continued to visit her through the side-door to the basement without Emma’s mother’s knowledge. They came over a few times a week. It was nice to have some extra company. They joined her in the water as often as possible, trying to reap the benefits of exposure to Emma’s weird pheromones.

In fact, the guys became less reserved about group-masturbation. They would all do it together – Emma didn’t even care that they did it in her pool anymore. Maybe a different fish-girl would have minded, but Emma was cool. Something in Emma’s subconscious told her it was okay. The guys could come over and they could jerk off all they wanted.

And for some reason, Emma seemed to be getting chubbier and chubbier.

The guys didn’t notice too often, as Emma was usually submerged in the water when they came by. But Emma’s mother started to take notice during Emma's daily lessons.

-

Sitting in the basement lab that afternoon, Elizabeth read a textbook aloud as Emma lazily floated by on the other side of the glass dividing them. Every so often, Elizabeth couldn’t help sneaking glances at Emma, intrigued by how full her daughter’s belly had gotten in only the past week. Emma had taken to tugging her shorts higher, but this did little to disguise it. Her belly was rounded, bulging out like a woman’s in her fifth month of pregnancy.

Emma was certainly eating more, but not enough for such a localized development. Elizabeth hoped that Emma wasn’t ill or suffering a parasitic infection. She supposed they could wait a few days to see if it resolved itself. It was entirely possibly that Emma was simply suffering from bloating, her body still acclimating to the diet of raw fish.

Still reading the textbook as though her mind wasn’t racing, Elizabeth made the final decision to hold off on any medical intervention. She would observe her daughter for the next few days and see if the bloating resolved.

5.

Emma stopped coming out of the tank much at all. She was embarrassed by how much weight she was putting on. In fact, in another week, she had gotten quite…round.

At seeing Emma one day, Elizabeth postponed Emma’s latest lesson and ordered her out of the tank for a check-up.

The girl’s belly had become spherical, while the rest of her remained the same. It was highly unusual, but no more unusual than a girl having gills, Elizabeth supposed. Still, Emma looked like a pregnant person relatively far along.

Elizabeth did Emma’s blood work, an abdominal exam, then finally, an ultrasound.

She was stunned by what she found.

Emma’s stomach was brimming with eggs, fertilized eggs, each nearly the size of a tennis ball. How could such a thing have happened? Elizabeth stared at her daughter, at a loss for words.

“What is it?” said Emma uneasily. “Is there something wrong?”

“No…” said Elizabeth. “Um…no…of course not. Just another side-effect of the initial chemical exposure. It will...pass. I’d like to keep doing check-ups in the meantime.”

“Oh,” said Emma blankly, oddly neutral.

Elizabeth watched Emma struggle to sit up on the exam bed. Elizabeth didn’t have the heart to tell Emma that she was quite severely pregnant. Emma had already gone through so much. Judging by the appearance of the eggs and internal development, Emma was carrying at least two dozen offspring and they would gestate a mere five days. Yet this contradicted the fact that Emma had been pregnant for over a week already, judging by the initial bloating. Elizabeth knew that Emma would birth all the eggs in a single session once they all reached maturity. The fact that Emma had not gone into labor meant that all of her eggs had not yet reached maturity. She had to have been impregnated at least a second time since the initial fertilization over a week ago.

All of this perplexed Elizabeth. She had seen no indication that Emma was sexually active.

“The air’s getting a little thin. I’m going to head back into the water,” said Emma.

Elizabeth nodded and flashed Emma a strained, but reassuring smile.

As they were in the lab, Emma went to the stairs and headed up to the first floor where the surface of the tank was. She walked with a slowness that revealed how heavy she felt, how unbalanced she was, and how unaccustomed she was to walking on dry land.

Elizabeth watched her go, before hesitating, and following Emma upstairs. Elizabeth got to the ground floor just as Emma was lowering herself into the water.

Emma sighed as she became weightless again. Elizabeth crouched down by the pool’s edge, watching Emma’s head bob above the water’s surface, her burden concealed beneath it.

“Take it easy, okay? At least until this passes,” Elizabeth said nervously.

Emma gave her an odd look. “What am I gonna do? Drown?”

Emma began to do laps around the pool as though she wasn’t plump with offspring. Elizabeth sighed, raised herself, then headed back down to the basement. She had a lot more research to do.

6.

The guys came over two days later, sneaking in through the side door, as usual, to avoid Elizabeth’s reservations about Emma having visitors.

By that point, all the guys had experienced a good amount of dick-growth, and couldn’t have been happier. Unsurprisingly, they quite liked Emma’s tank, and tried to visit as much as possible.

Emma had no qualms with her friends coming by and masturbating in her pool. In fact, she invited them to come over more often.

Little did any of them know, Emma’s pheromones were conditioning her friends to be ample breeders. The more they grew, the more potent their releases, and the more eggs Emma’s developed.

At present, several of her friends were having a group session, some of them groaning in pleasure as they came. Initially, Emma had reached down to her groin, intending to join them, but instead her hand made contact with her rounded belly. She could feel it tensing the way it did sometimes. It was relaxing. It actually felt right, for some reason. Her body welcomed the growth, her subconscious telling her it was a good thing. Besides, her mother had said it was nothing to be concerned with. It was all temporary.

Emma grunted, her friends thinking she was orgasming as well. In actuality, she was experiencing a significant growth spurt. Beneath the water, her belly felt absolutely huge. She must have resembled someone who was at term with child by then.

“That was intense,” said one of Emma’s classmates, panting. “I never came that hard my life.”

“Guys,” Josh said, laughing. “I’m still hard. I think I can go again.”

Finding that they were in similar states of potency, the group of eighteen year old boys resumed their circle-jerk.

“Guys, I don’t think that’s such a good idea…” said Emma uneasily. Her body was telling her that she had reached capacity. She didn’t know what it meant, but the whole thing made her uneasy. Something was off. Beneath the water, her hands cradled her huge belly. Her cleavage was protruding generously over the water’s surface, her sports bra barely containing her anymore. She was breathing heavily, yet somehow couldn’t protest with any vigor. Subconsciously she still wanted more.

The first of her classmates came. Emma couldn’t see it so much as she could feel it. Her belly trembled as it tightened, pushing out. A second guy released. “Guys, stop, I don’t…nghhhhh…don’t think…I can take any more,” Emma panted. Josh moaned, signaling when he came. It was one after the next. Emma was so overwhelmed, she could hardly stay afloat.

She could feel her stomach expanding, shifting forward, filling out until it was wider than the rest of her. Bigger and rounder it grew. She wanted to get out of the pool, but something in the back of her mind wouldn’t allow it. It was telling her to stay put despite it all.

That’s when her mother walked into the room. She stared in shock at what was going on. “Out! Everyone out!” she ordered.

Quickly pulling their shorts back up, Emma’s classmates hurried out of the pool, some laughing, others bowing their heads in shame. Josh threw Emma a “See ya,” before he hurried off with the others.

Her mother walked to the edge of the pool. “Emma, what on earth is going on?”

But Emma was too distracted. “We were…we were being stupid,” she gasped out, before groaning and sinking below the water’s surface.

Keen to see what was going on, Elizabeth hurried downstairs into her lab where she could view Emma through the glass wall.

Elizabeth covered her mouth against a gasp. Emma was huge, and she was growing.

Emma was clutching her belly as it approached the size of a beach ball, desperately rubbing it as though to sooth the young developing within.

Her body curled and tightened every so often in her discomfort, bubbles escaping her mouth as though she wanted to grunt or moan. She appeared as though she wanted to curl into a fetal position, but it just wasn’t possible in her condition. Elizabeth watched Emma’s belly slowly push outwards, inch by inch, looking like it would pop.

Finally, the growth spurt ended, and Emma sank to the bottom of the tank. Looking exhausted, she lazily rubbed circles on her plump midsection, then finally looked up, to notice Elizabeth watching her. The expression Emma gave her was guilty and pleading. Elizabeth suspected Emma had figured it out by then.

Elizabeth’s gaze shifted back to Emma’s round abdomen. By then, she had fertilized more eggs than her body seemed capable of handling. Would her body adapt to the condition, or would something bad happen?

It would only take five days for the newest eggs to reach full maturity, then Emma would be able to give birth to them all. But would Emma even last that long? If they wanted to act, they would have to do it today. Elizabeth could try to selectively abort or…

Elizabeth continued to observe the way Emma rubbed and cradled her belly despite that the growth spurt had ended. It was almost protective. Even if Emma didn’t understand everything that was happening to her, she seemed to have an idea. She had done this to herself, after all. It may have been an unconscious enterprise, but Emma had gotten her body to the point of bursting with babies. Elizabeth had serious doubts about Emma’s willingness to abort even one of her eggs.

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