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Farrow, Part 17
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Summary: Gina is impregnated with piglets. Contains: Female: Belly expansion, multiple breasts (3 pairs), breast expansion, and more. Spin-off of Piglets.
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The flowing burgundy material of the empire waist skirt dragged along the floor as Gina rounded the rectangular meeting table. She was going for nonchalant professionalism, but she knew she really just looked like the breathless, waddling, blimp of a woman that she had become. She desperately wanted to sit down but she knew that she couldnt. At least not yet. As the labs prized experiment, in the flesh, she was expected to show herself off; display of fruits of each clients investment.
The dress fulfilled that need. The cleavage of all three pairs of her breasts were bulging profusely through the deep plunge of the neckline. The fabric was thin and laid completely against her overdue-with-twins looking belly. She felt like a prized pig on display. Then again, wasnt she?
The half dozen men and women seated at the meeting table simply stared at Gina for a while, probably registering all her new growth. Their gazes trailed along her flushed skin, plump breasts, swollen ass, and her massive belly.
A man finally managed to shake himself out of his stupor. I heard a rumor going around that this was all fake.
Ginas golf ball-sized belly button twitched as though in protest. She hastily reached out and clutched it, or as close as she could reach of it. Was it just her imagination, or had she gotten larger since that morning? What rumors? she managed delicately.
There were some murmurs amongst her audience. Finally, Mr. Jennings cleared his throat.
Some of my colleagues brought legitimacy issues to my attention as well.
Gina frowned and shot a glance to Warren, who was seated at the table, looking completely neutral. Her phone alarm rang, and Gina scrunched her face. As if on cue, Rhonda discreetly slipped into the room and set down a porcelain bowl of the the dough balls. Gina stared after her assistant in shock and suspicion as Rhonda ducked quietly back out of the room.
Gina glared into the bowl for a moment. Feeling resigned, she plucked one of the balls into her mouth.
What are those? asked Fletcher immediately.
Gina reddened. A snack.
A snack?
Just something to, um, keep my weight up.
Keep it up!? Archburger choked in astonishment.
Was it prescribed? asked Fletcher.
Sort of, said Gina, chagrined. Its asafeguard. She fixed Warren with a cold stare. Just to make sure everything goes well with the um
The investors stared intently.
Gina fidgeted, her back aching, the creatures seeming to buzz and thrum within her. There was no point in subtlety anymore. Everyone already knew what this was. With the piglets. They need theinsulation. She nearly cringed.
Insulation!? said Archburger.
Such is the theory. Im not a scientist myself. Just a makeshift mother-pig with not nearly the fat content.
I have to agree, said Warren.
Of course he did.
Gina arched her back, stretching her spine, causing her belly to push out even more. It stretched against her dress, making her quivering navel all the more evident. And one could never be too careful. I want a healthy litter after all, she huffed out, then she relaxed her spine and sighed to notice the investors were again gawking at her, minus Warren, who remained aloof.
Jamison snapped out of his reverie. What is the purpose of this? he wanted to know, despite the fact that he was licking his lips.
Cross-species incubation? The scientific implications are endless, said Gina professionally. Her face twisted slightly as her lowest pair of breasts twinged, nipples aching. E-especially in light of the fertility issues in the aging population.
Still, it seems rather preposterous, said Warren.
So he was being the devils advocate. Exactly what was he playing at? She wouldnt be surprised if he had been the one to start the rumors of legitimacy issues.
And yet its true, said Gina, grimacing as her middle pair of breasts tightened and pulsed, feeling hot and full, overburdened as they were.
Your appearance notwithstanding, Id hate to be duped, said Jennings.
Agreed, Archburger forced out, still marveling at her mounds.
Fletcher just watched her closely, as if afraid to avert his eyes, lest she, and her girth, disappeared.
Gina took a deep breath, her belly visibly heaving. With care, she eased her heavy body into the large seat set out for her. She hesitated, looking at the dough balls, uncertain if she had eaten her hourly dose. To be safe, she plucked one into her mouth, and chewed. She felt Warren watching her closely.
When she was seated, her belly perched down on her lap, her breasts piling against the mound, and bulging more heavily than ever from the plunging neckline of her dress. She felt the fabric stretching against her, but she tried not to allow her mortification to leave her unnerved. What can I do to reassure you? she forced out as smoothly as she could.
There were a few moments of silent contemplation.
Not much, said Jennings, finally. He stood. This screams of fraud. And with the rumors circulating right now in the scientific communityIm afraid I have no choice but to pull out. He buttoned his blazer and turned for the door.
Wait! said Gina. Jenningss investment was worth millions. She tried and failed to stand, finding her ass planted firmly against her seat. Her cheeks were burning from the effort and excitement. Sirpleasejust give me a moment. Your business is important to us. Im sure this issue can be resolved.
Jennings reluctantly turned back to her, crossing his arms. Gina opened her mouth to speak, but was oblivious of what to say to keep him as a client.
I would like to propose an idea, said Warren.
Gina closed her eyes and rubbed her temples. What? she said, barely maintaining her professional demeanor.
You could allow us to view you having a medical examination.
Gina was appalled. I hardly think she started, but she could see that Jennings was interested in the idea.
Could you suggest any alternatives? said Warren.
I um Gina felt breathless and resigned. She looked around at her investors. I guess not.
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Only an hour later, Gina found herself standing in an examination room with the resident medic, Dr. Kim, and the half dozen investors standing around her, each far too close for comfort.
She wanted to tell them all to back away, but couldnt figure out how to say it in a way that wouldnt offend. Fuck company politics, she thought, opening her mouth
Mrs. Smith, if you could just undress, said Dr. Kim.
Gina felt herself blanching, though she suspected her skin still maintained that light pink flush that seemed to occupy it chronically.
Her phone alarm went off, and for once, it was a welcome diversion.
Rhonda again appeared, presenting the ceramic bowl. Gina reluctantly popped one of the balls into her mouth, and Rhonda set the rest on the counter. Gina nearly groaned. Her insides felt like bursting. Rhonda meanwhile leaned back on the counter and watched, making herself another unwelcome spectator.
If you find yourself satisfied with this-this exam, I want your commitment to this science programin writing, Gina managed.
She looked around at the investors, and each nodded their acquiescence, even Jennings.
Gina closed her eyes, if just to avoid the wary gazes that surrounded her, and she tried her best not to think of what was about to occur. She slowly pulled her arms out of the sleeves of her dress, allowing the material to fall away from her chest, resulting in gasps and murmurs.
She could feel each of the mounds tightening, as if in preparation. They were swollen EEsprobably even bigger by then. She could feel the them bobbing slightly, nipples large and throbbing, far bigger than was normal. Her areolas were puffy pink cupolas against each mound. Someone nearby took a shuddering breath.
Gina proceeded to slowly push the dressgown, reallydown from her abdomen, revealing inch by inch of swollen flesh until the material fell around her disproportionately thin ankles.
After several moments, Gina finally forced herself to open her eyes. She gazed down at her naked formthe subtle shivers of movement reverberating on the surface of her belly. The freakishness with which her distended belly button continued to visibly twitch. And the generalized sluggish movements continuous inside her, disrupted by the occasional twitching, as though the creatures were fretful.
Her panties offered her only claim for modesty, but even those were stretched drastically, digging into her hips, the entire back disappearing between the crack of her fat-swollen ass, rendering the apparel little more than a thong.
Gina finally managed to look up. Each of the investors stood there with their jaws hanging slack. Each of their faces ranged from wan to scarlet. Archburger was squirming uncomfortably on the outskirts.
If you can get onto the bed, said Dr. Kim blithely.
Gina nodded. She turned towards the examination bed and planted her hands against the mattress, the edge pressing her belly. There was a stool, but Dr. Kim still aided her, as though anticipating Gina might topple right over the other side.
And then Gina was sprawled back, slightly upright, breathing heavily as her girth settled against her. She tried to look apathetic though she wanted nothing more than to hide.
With that, Dr. Kim began to happily poke and prod Ginas swollen flesh with a variety of medical tools.
I must admit, I am curious about your hourly snack, said Fletcher, inquisitive as ever. What is in them, exactly?
Ginas face flickered with a scowl, then became impassive again. Hell if I know, she thought acidly, but tried to figure out a way to put that in politic terms.
Im familiar with them, Warren said. If Im not mistaken, theyre concentrates of pure starch, sugar, and fat, genetically engineered to trigger a compounding effect once they hit stomach acid. We call them Gainers in my field of work. Its innovative stuff, from what Ive seen of their use in third world countries.
How insightful of you, said Gina coldly. She shuddered as Dr. Kim unceremoniously spurted a large glob of cool gel onto her belly. Archburger was fidgeting madly.
As Kim proceeded with the sonogram, Gina looked away, determined not to see the abominations.
Fletcher seemed utterly rapt with the gainer-blobs. I would love to learn about their impact.
Well, they brought emaciated children to healthy weights in dayssometimes mere hours, Warren said knowledgeably.
Fascinating, said Fletcher. That would make an amazing demonstration.
At that, the investors fell silent. For the first time that day, Warren smiled. And slowly, all attention shifted back to Gina.
Gina tried to maintain her calm. Yes, it does sound fascinating, she said.
Gina, said Warren. Would you care to demonstrate the potential impact of the Gainers? Im sure your investors would love to see it, myself included.
Gina swallowed. There she lay, exposed, naked, completely defenseless. Im not sure I understand.
I would suggest that you eat several at one time. Show us what theyre really capable of.
And like that, she was cornered.
