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Farrow, Part 38
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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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Ginas lowest left breast began to leak as well, as though part of a chain reaction. Both mounds were flushed, hot, and swollen, her chest as a whole sleek with sweat. Gina breathed carefully, trying not to exacerbate her dilemma, but found she was unable to help trembling in her discomfort. She made a small yelp as her highest left breast released a small squirt of white liquid, her middle right breast aching, nipple throbbing, as though it contained a burden of its own.
She grabbed a towel from a nearby laundry basket and hugged it to her chest, all six nipples now stinging, and likely leaking. She gritted her teeth in frustration. It seemed the lactation cookies had done their part. Jack, she snapped, cutting off her husbands latest call for her. I need you to stop banging on the door. Im fine, I just need a moment to myself. Go to work without me if you must.
There was a moment of silence in the corridor. Gina, Im worried about you, Jack practically whined.
Leave me alone!
Another pause, followed by a disgruntled huff, and Gina could hear Jack trampling away on his large clumsy feet. She couldnt believe how grateful she was for his absence. Gina took in long, deep breaths of air as she tried to regain her composure. Now that she wasnt being rushed anymore, she could think this all through with a clear mind.
She had managed to stuff down six of the dough balls. She only needed four more to catch up.
Gina shifted on her plump backside, her belly sitting snugly in her crossed legs. She lifted a dough ball and began to nibble at it slowly, trying not to think about the fact that she was going to be late for work, that she felt full and stuffed to capacity, and that the pressure inside of her stomach was only growing with each bite.
An eighth dough ball was lifted to her lips, Gina feeling a bit dazed and nauseated by then. She tried to ignore her throbbing breasts as the towel grew damper and her body poured threat.
After Gina gulped down the ninth dough ball, she had to pause and close her eyes, her abdomen absolutely pulsing. She allowed her towel to drop, and all six of her breasts took to dripping freely against her belly. Her whole body seemed to be swelling, throbbing, as she dropped her head back and tried to breathe through the relentless pressure thrumming at her from inside.
Holding the side of her belly, as though to contain its growing discomfort and tightness, Gina reached into the bucket with her free hand and plucked the tenth ball of dough ball into her mouth. She chewed lethargically, and with reluctance, she swallowed it down. Breathing thinly, she rubbed her belly with both hands, until minutes had passed, and she felt strong enough to climb to her feet.
Once she was standing, Gina immediately grabbed hold of her dresser, and leaned heavily against it. She clamped her mouth shut, willing herself not to vomit, and she breathed, slowly, just kept breathing.
She imagined she looked due with twins by then. She could still feel her body still subtly shifting, swelling, pushing out from her recent eating binge. She tugged down her nightgown, but the stretchy material no longer came close to covering up her groin, and the buttons at the chest must have popped open overnight. Her six breasts hung freely, plump, round, and full-feeling, the mounds wiggling gently as her chest heaved, her skin hot and sleek. Her six fat nipples continued to persistently drip thick white droplets which dampened the taut fabric covering her stomach.
Mmmm Gina groaned quietly, one of her hands sliding upwards, and it was a struggle not to cup at the tender mounds on her chest. Her milk looked thick, her nipples distending gently with each droplet they forced out. She tugged absently at either side of the opening in her gown, arching her back, exposing her mounds to the cool air filtering through the room.
And then she abruptly recalled what an anomaly she was. Gina released her clothing and slumped again, feeling heavy, and exhausted, and resenting that she had to go to work.
Lightly shaking her head, Gina made her way towards the bathroom adjoining the bedroom, walking slowly so to adjust to her ever-shifting center of gravity. Oh, she gasped out, holding the wall with one hand and the underside of her belly with the other. She looked down in some disgust as her extraordinarily large belly button began to twitch. She could feel the creatures squirming, sluggish as ever, perhaps roused by her heavy breakfast. She imagined they were getting rather fat, packed tight within her like a pack of plumpwellpiglets. She quietly groaned and tried not to think about it. She walked to the tub and turned on the tap, before climbing in and sinking down. She watched her belly crown out of the hot, soapy liquid as the water level progressively rose. Despite that she was late for work, she took her time cleaning herself, feeling particularly unmotivated that morning.
It was nice. She allowed the tension to slide down her back and disappear as she leaned against the tub wall and grunted quietly from the continued squirming. Her lowest pair of breasts had disappeared beneath the water, the middle pair half-submerged. Gina finally gave into temptation and slid her hand up to her highest pair of breastsher original breasts. She gently cupped the underside of the right mound.
Gina yelped as a spurt of milk shot from her nipple and into the water. She quickly dropped her hand as the nipple continued to ooze, until it finally returned to its persistent dripping. She breathed heavily, her breasts rocking as she did.
Gina marveled at the E-cup mounds on her chest. No, they were more likely EEs now, engorged as they were. Each nipple continued to drip, and Gina was oblivious of what she was to do when she got out of the tub. Her condition was already mortifying, and this just added to her humiliation. Warren be certainly be pleased.
Her hand slid back over her golfball-sized navel, which had not ceased twitching, and would be obvious in her increasingly tight work attire. With every twitch or shudder that hit her belly button, an uncomfortable twinging sensation twisted inside her and shot straight to her groin. Gina held in a moan as she rubbed circles on the face of her abdomen in hopes of calming whichever of the creatures was prodding at her so evidently. She leaned back and absently stared at the ceiling, still lost as to how she had ever gotten herself into such an outlandish predicament.
The water was getting cold. With reluctance, Gina tugged at the stopper with her toes and began to drain the tub. She then gripped the edges, and heaved herself to her feet, the tension immediately returning to her back, and the weight of her belly sitting heavily on her hips. She grabbed the bar Jack had installed on the wall, climbed out of the tub, and stepped onto the soft mat.
Jack, she mused. Her overly-helpful, solicitous, clown of a spouse. Jack, who was reliable only in how annoying he was. She grimaced. From the start, he had taken the situation quite well, hadnt he? Spineless and simpering, and sympathizing with his sordid employers, when any real man would have been appropriately affronted, aggressive, evendisgusted, at the very least. Instead, Jack allowed the lab to walk all over himand her, in consequence.
Gina held a towel to her belly, as it couldnt hope to negotiate her swollen body. She was tempted to just take a sick day, but she had already taken several over the past few weeks, and she was still a new hire. Certainly the lab would know that something was up, and Warren, by extension. Gina unintentionally shivered and walked out of the bathroom.
Gripping her dresser for leverage, she slid a pair of panties up her legs, over her increasingly voluptuous hips, and tugged them fruitlessly against her posterior. Instead of offering coverage, they seemed to devolve into a thong, the back hardly accommodating her plump ass. Gina sighed and resigned from her efforts.
She opened another drawer as she glanced at her chest. At least she had been prepared for this. Gina pulled out a variety of strapless maternity bras, and examined each of them, at times holding one up against her many pairs of breasts. She slid on one carefully, and nearly cried out. Her nipples were so sensitive. But she adjusted the band, and tried to get accustomed to the sensation of the cotton pressing against her youngest, lowest pair of breasts. She could feel her nipples continuing to seep, but now into padding that absorbed her milk.
Gina repeated the process with two more bras, and soon, the soreness wasnt so bad. As long as she moved with care, it hardly bothered her.
Gina pulled on a skirt, another that Rhonda had picked out. Like her panties, the material was tight, and could hardly seem to accommodate her swollen backside. It proved absurdly short, but the material stretched enough to just barely cover her ass.
Gina lifted the top Rhonda had provided, and scowled, because enough was enough. It looked tight and uncomfortable with no ability to stretch, and her breasts were so full, they felt like they would burst. Gina tossed the top inside and instead rummaged in another of her dresser drawers. She pulled out a maternity T-shirt she had purchased some while ago. It was fashioned for someone in their last month of pregnancy.
The material was pleasantly loose and hung off her shoulder, though the hem didnt offer the coverage she needed, several inches of her belly bulging out from the bottom. It will have to do, Gina decided, as she examined her swollen form in the mirror.
Slipping her feet into a pair of flats, she lifted her cellphone from the dresser and called herself a cab.
