Maxine groaned as she walked into work, running one hand over her flat stomach. It had been acting up for a few days and just walking or getting up from a chair gave a little twinge of pain, like her muscles were burning after a long workout. But Maxine never had any time for exercise and the only strenuous activity she took up never bothered her like that.
"Getting sick?" one of her coworkers, a German woman in her mid 40s, asked, eyeing Maxine cautiously. Maxine knew she wasn't concerned for her welfare. The restaurant they worked at didn't have paid sick leave and the older woman didn't want to catch some illness. And if the owners or managers knew someone was working while sick, they might be sent home on the spot, lest they risk a health code violation.
"No, just feel a little funny," Maxine said, clutching her stomach again. "I think it's just my period starting." She lifted one leg and thrust her crotch at her coworker. "Wanna check on my flow yourself?"
"I'll take your word for it," the woman grumbled, moving from the front counter to the kitchen. Maxine cackled to herself as she gave her phone a quick look. There were lots of emails even since Maxine walked in the door to work and she wasn't happy about it. She would have a long night ahead of her. Taking a hair tie, she knotted her long black hair into a small bun. Lifting her arms, she could already see sweat patches forming on her work shirt but it's what she got for wearing a long sleeve shirt in the summer. The bosses insisted she wear it to cover the tattoos that ran all over her arms. She had one on her right hand too – a little drawing of a bird – but they figured they couldn't do anything about that.
The rest of Maxine's body had lots of ink on it, from entwining tree branches on her back to a bouquet of roses just above her breasts, to a few lines of poetry she liked on her thighs. She figured that if someone was going to be down there, they might read it and get distracted for a moment. Mixed in with those larger tattoos were lots of little drawings and words, all making a complex tapestry across her pink-hued skin.
There was lots to work with. Maxine was tall, more than six feet, and had wide hips that propped up her shapely, firm butt. It constantly stuck out of her pants and other coworkers joked about having to take a trip around it if she was standing in a hallway. Maxine also had large, enticing breasts, just big enough to fill a palm. She wore a somewhat restrictive sports bra to work to bring less attention to how busty she was but it didn't do a lot of good and lately it had gotten more uncomfortable than it was worth.
Work was always bad but with Maxine's pain in her midsection, it was worse than usual. She was walking more slowly and she couldn't exactly share the fact of her menstrual cramps with her impatient customers or complaining managers. If she so much as let a grunt escape her lips, somehow one of her coworkers or a boss was within ear reach.
"You don't hear us complaining," another waiter sneered. He was a teenager who was probably working in between years of college.
"You're one to talk. I hear you moaning about smoke breaks all the time," Maxine replied, flashing her blue eyes at him and giving a little smirk. She grew up around smokers but never got into the habit herself because she saw how expensive it was.
"If you're so frail, go sit down in the back and get out of our way," he snapped back, pushing past Maxine to get in the dining room. Maxine scoffed and went back to work, attending to a table who kept jeering at her because their ice was melting in their glass.
In the back, Maxine was washing some sauce off her hands when the manager came around the corner and glared at her. "There's a lot of dishes that need to be stacked. You refuse to help out and work nights so you could at least work when you're here."
"Just getting my hands clean. You wouldn't want your freshly-washed dishes to get ketchup all over them, would you?" Maxine sighed, trying to bite her tongue and keep from mouthing off too much. She walked over to the plates and began to stack them up.
"Don't grab the sides, you idiot!" the manager shouted. "Those just came out of the wash! You're going to burn yourself and we can't have those kinds of injuries here."
Maxine looked down at the plates in her hand. "They're a little warm but I'm not being burned," she shrugged.
The manager narrowed his beady eyes at her and the plates. There was clearly steam rising from them but her hands looked fine. "Well then you let them sit there even longer than I thought," he grumbled and stormed back to his office. Maxine chuckled quietly to herself, unable to do much else in the face of her bosses' repeated incompetence and complaints, and headed back into the dining room to greet her new table.
As she approached, she saw the surprise in the face of the middle aged man sitting down. Then, it turned to amusement as his eyes traced her waist, following the curve of her back to her rear. Maxine was used to being studied this way and hated it but something made this feel especially gross. "Hello, my name is Maxine and-" Mid-sentence, it dawned on her. This man had been one of her customers before. It wasn't violent or stingy but she still didn't like running into him again. "A-and I'll be taking care of you today."
"Sounds good, Maxine
," he said with a smile, clearly relishing hearing her real name. She felt a sick twinge in her stomach and it wasn't the same cramping she'd been feeling all week.
Once her shift was over, Maxine hurried home and stripped out of her sweaty work clothes. As always, she desperately wanted a shower but had to save it until after her second job was over. She couldn't afford to double her water bill. There were a few hours left before she had to go see her first customer so she laid in bed, trying to relax her body. Her sore breasts were free from the constraints of her bra and her thighs cooled off from the burning in her muscles. Still, Maxine felt a tightness in her stomach and she placed one hand over her navel, one of the few spots on her body without any tattoos. At least not yet.
Her gut felt firm and putting a little pressure on it gave a small jab of pain. Maxine sighed and placed both hands on her waistline. It was turning into a paunch but it was more bloating that she was used to with her period.
"Maybe I need to switch birth control," Maxine grumbled, her current cheap prescription already straining her budget. As her hands tried to comfort her cramping, she rubbed a little more softly and felt a curious twinge. It wasn't painful. If anything, it got her a little turned on. She continued to pamper her abdomen, continuing to feel unexpected tickles of pleasure move through her body. Before she knew it, her fingertips were twirling her black pubic hair and daring to go lower. "I can't believe I'm about to do this," Maxine mumbled to herself.
Usually, before going out for the night, she didn't feel sexy at all. The thought of enjoying sex in these situations disgusted her but something was different that afternoon. After a brief pause, Maxine sunk her fingers inside her labia and stroked quickly, wanting to hurry up and come before she changed her mind. Maxine's voice was stuck on one sudden syllable, her full pink lips quivering as she remained silent. Her back arched as her hand felt her gentle, wet insides while her other hand stayed on her potbelly. Somehow, that was helping her get there.
Maxine climaxed in record time, but then again, she made a habit out of trying to get guys to finish as soon as possible. Once done, she remained on her bed, her pillowy chest rising and falling, while her body began to relax. A little personal time to keep her spirits up before the night.
When the time came, Maxine went into her closet and put on a small purple dress – one of her customers requested it. It showed off her full cleavage and stopped just before her butt began. In her bag, she put a few extra pairs of underwear for the guys that wanted souvenirs and an extra burner cellphone for the guys who liked to take hers away. A new coat of red lipstick she hoped would be just bright enough that their wives and girlfriends might finally notice and she was off. Then she checked her emails and saw who was first up.
She walked across town and rang the doorbell. Maxine was already feeling pretty low but her heart sank when the door opened. It was the man from the restaurant. "Glad to see you again," he said with his same, knowing smile. "Now, what should I call you?"
Maxine gulped and put on her come-hither smile and mustered up every bit of flattery she had. "Oh, you remember me, big guy. It's Carmen."
"Carmen, of course," he chuckled, putting one hand around her hips and pulling her inside. "I've been looking forward to this all day."
Maxine sat on her couch, rocking back and forth a bit. "I don't know why you look so nervous. It's obvious what it's going to be," said Dina, another prostitute in the area. They were both lucky enough to work without pimps or other handlers but that meant they had to share business and contacts so both women had a working relationship.
"Shut up," Maxine said. They had a working relationship but no one said it was a good one. One hand cupped her swollen stomach.
"Look at you. You're knocked up. There's no other option," Dina said. Dina was shorter than Maxine with less hair, paler skin, fewer tattoos, but a bigger ass. At least she had a bigger ass a few weeks ago, back when Maxine thought her tight stomach just meant her period was coming a few days late instead of not at all.
"I said shut-" Maxine scowled again before noticing the wand on her coffee table had changed. With a grunt, she strained to bend over and read it. "I'm pregnant."
"I told you," Dina said, shaking her head. "Can I vape in here?"
"No, you know I don't smoke and I definitely don't want it around me now that I'm pregnant," Maxine said. "Things are going to be hard enough for this kid without it being premature."
"It's not smoking, it's vaping," Dina said, rolling her eyes. "It's way healthier than smoking."
"Yeah, so is drinking moonshine but I'm not doing that while pregnant either. Just wait 'till you leave," Maxine said before burying her face in her hands. "Pregnant. I can't believe it. I always use protection. I make them wear condoms. I do it all. I've been working for almost 10 years and I've never had so much as a pregnancy scare."
"You got a boyfriend?" Dina asked, walking closer to Maxine, who shook her head. "Then you must have gotten it on the job. You look pretty big so maybe...six, seven months ago?"
Maxine started to think about her clients but stopped and shivered. "I don't want to think about which one of...them did this."
"You should. Far as I see it, they paid you to carry their baby. You might as well be a surrogate," Dina said.
Maxine looked at her round middle. She had grown rapidly and in less than two months, she looked nearly done, with her navel half-puckered out and a constant sense of over-fullness like a water balloon hooked up to a spigot. There were only the faintest flickers of movement inside her but Maxine couldn't imagine growing for much longer.
"Look at you. That belly's like free advertising that you're for hire. It shows everyone you've been fucked," Dina murmured, moving closer to Maxine on the couch.
Maxine looked up at Dina, seeing her moist lips start to part in a vacant expression of lust. "Back off, Dina."
"What's it feel like? Knowing someone bought your womb?" Dina purred, placing one hand on Maxine's dome of a stomach, just above the navel. She put a little force into her wrist, testing the firmness of Maxine's belly and giving the pregnant woman a new cramp. "I'll bet men wish you could give them a healthy child. You're clearly so fertile..."
Her lips hovered just above Maxine's, who looked up at her associate, a flood of emotions going through her head. But one won out among the rest. "Dina, stop," Maxine grunted, pushing Dina away from her and struggling to move down the couch with her heavy body. Dina staggered back several feet, looking over the pregnant, tattooed woman, clearly not expecting her to have that kind of strength. Slowly, her lips curled into a smirk.
"Oh Maxine, you can be so stupid sometimes," Dina said, tracing one finger down between her breasts to her toned stomach. "That may have been your last chance to have some good lovin'. No one's going to want you with that belly. You're used goods. And once the baby comes along...you'll need to put food on the table and start getting into the hardcore work. And that shit is never fun."
"We'll see," Maxine huffed, still eyeing Dina. "Thanks for the pregnancy test."
"Yeah, whatever," Dina said, taking her bag and shutting the door behind her. Maxine slumped back into her couch, eyes returning to her belly. Pregnant. Deep down, she knew once her belly started sticking out past her breasts but she'd held out hope. In the end, it was the movement inside her that made Maxine bite the bullet and reach out to Dina, not the belly or her nonexistent period.
A growl came out of Maxine's wide belly and she pushed herself up from her seat slowly. She arched her back first to try and get that central weight up in the air before swinging the rest of her body forward. Once up, she immediately bent over to catch her breath but that brought on more twinges of discomfort as her belly hung down, stretching out her skin with its considerable weight.
One hand touched her sensitive stomach skin and stroked for a few seconds. Maxine felt her face flush and waddled to her bedroom, grabbing some food from her kitchen counter first. She stripped down to just her underwear and watched herself in the mirror, both hands cradling her spherical belly while her engorged breasts rested on top, free from the constraints of a bra. Maxine turned around, wanting to see if she looked "pregnant from behind." While her belly was obscured from that angle, at least for now, her fattening ass and thickening thighs hinted at the changes in her body.
While Maxine watched herself, a small shiver went down her spine. She wished she was pregnant under different circumstances because the idea of being...like this had always fascinated her. Maxine was the oldest of seven children and watched her mother grow round many times. Normally, her mother was a nasty woman, constantly berating her daughters, complaining about perceived slights in the world, or just general nastiness. But when Maxine's mother was pregnant, that would change. The bigger she got, the more of her energy it would sap and the cramps and tightness would shut her up. At 40 weeks, Maxine would watch her snarling mother struggle to waddle around the house, stroking her belly as she silently pleaded to go into labor and end this.
Maxine learned that pregnancy had a power of its own and she learned to respect that. And as much as it nauseated Maxine to think she was now subject to the power of pregnancy from one of her "johns," she still marveled at how she was changing. After spending all of her life, starting at puberty, acutely aware of her good looks and how people stared at her, Maxine wanted to claim her body for herself, covering her skin in tattoos to try and do just that. Now, with her swelling belly, she looked like an entirely different person. If only the child inside her wasn't put there by some man paying her to cheat on his wife.
Months and months passed and Maxine's situation was much different than she was expecting. If Dina judged Maxine as being close to seven months along before, she looked double that now. Maxine's belly stretched farther than her arms could reach and cast a wide shadow on the ground in front of her. For more than a month, the sight of Maxine's legs had been a distant memory; the only proof Maxine had that her legs were still there was the soreness in her muscles as she tried to waddle and support her growing belly.
The movement inside had become far more intense, with activity of two distinct bodies requiring Maxine to stroke her stomach on a near-constant basis. It was like a maternal instinct long buried in her DNA.
As tight as her stomach skin had gotten, she was thankfully free of any stretch marks, either on her belly or on the other parts of her body that had been growing. Maxine's chest now outclassed any woman's, including the high-end escorts Dina knew who all had nearly a quarter of a million in plastic surgery thanks to a real estate developer with very specific tastes. Her butt now looked like two watermelons being shoplifted in yoga pants and her underwear was digging into her skin so much, Maxine questioned whether she should stop wearing that in addition to her bras.
Dina predicted correctly when she said things would dry up for Maxine the bigger her belly got. Maxine could not get a single customer for the past several months. She was never eager to go out and have sex with strangers but money was money. If that wasn't bad enough for her bank account, she had been "suspended" from her job waiting tables. It was deemed a suspension so Maxine couldn't sue them for firing her for being pregnant but it had the same effect.
At the restaurant, Maxine's work shirts could not fit and left much of her bare belly exposed, her belly button sticking out in a dimpled nub for all to see. Her managers ran out of things to mockingly compare her pregnant stomach to, especially as she moved out of "beach ball" territory. Customers were uncomfortable with her constantly huffing and struggling around the dining room and others hated seeing her "flaunt" her out-of-wedlock pregnancy, as if she had any choice. Her belly was bumping into her coworkers and coming close to either knocking over a plate or getting burned, which would also open the restaurant up to a lawsuit. And besides, the management didn't like her very much anyway, especially since she turned the owner down for sex. She'd always feared what would have happened if he knew she was a prostitute.
In addition to the prospect of going completely broke, Maxine had another concern in the back of her head: she was getting too big. Not nearly enough time had passed since she first felt the suspicious twinges and bloating in her stomach and her current, beached whale size. Even if she was carrying twins, which is what it felt like, Maxine did not think she could be this size. Maxine's belly was too big for her to even get her hands around it and masturbate, for crying out loud!
So, Maxine sucked up and headed for the women's clinic for a check-up. She went there as little as possible, only stopping by every so often to pick up her birth control prescription and a yearly test for any STIs, which she thankfully avoided. But since she found out she had a baby, or two, on the way, she didn't have much use for birth control and the medical bills there always had a way of adding up. Still, Maxine didn't see much alternative to her situation. She had to know what was going on inside her.
All heads turned when they saw Maxine grunting and waddling in. The clerk hurried from around her spot and looked Maxine up and down, frenzy in her eyes. "Ma'am, are you in labor?"
"What? No, no," Maxine said, shaking her head. She leaned back and patted her stomach, now naked for all to see. "I just...I think I need someone to look at me. Something feels off."
She was hurried to the front of the line and sat down in one examination room as a nurse began to gel an ultrasound wand. "Is this your first pregnancy?" she asked Maxine, who answered in the affirmative. "Is the father around? Could he come into an appointment?"
"Don't think so," Maxine said with a phony smile. The nurse sighed and placed the wand onto Maxine's stomach and began to explore her womb. It didn't take long for Maxine to notice something was wrong. The nurse looked confused, then concerned, then scared.
"O-one moment," she said before leaving the room. Maxine was able to catch a glimpse of the screen before she removed the wand. There were two forms on there but they didn't look like any fetuses she'd ever seen. Maxine sat in the examination room for what felt like a long time, one hand gingerly petting her bare stomach, shining with ultrasound gel on it. Her fair skin was getting tanner as hormones pulsed through her body and she took on the "pregnant glow." As she tried and strained to feel the entire hemisphere of her belly, she couldn't help but think about the few pregnant women who were in the waiting room – how they watched her stomp and waddle inside with such an enormous middle, slightly grateful they weren't that size but also envious they would never know what Maxine was experiencing.
When the nurse finally returned, she brought a lot of staff with her. Maxine was moved into a gurney and wheeled out quickly, her belly wobbling around as it stuck up in the air. "What's going on?" Maxine asked, turning her head to one of the orderlies rushing her away.
"You're being taken to the city hospital for more observation," he replied.
"I-I can't afford to go to the hospital," Maxine panted.
"Your bill's being covered by the state," he said. Maxine blinked and craned her neck to look at her belly. That was one concern out of the way but more added. Just what was going on inside her womb that could warrant all this?
Once in the city hospital, Maxine was moved into what looked like a surgical theater. She was breathing heavily as a group of doctors began to look over her swollen stomach, murmuring to one another. The cold touch of another ultrasound wand sent a shiver down her spine but Maxine was glad that was all it was. That was, until a long needle poked through the bottom side of her belly. She winced at the tight pinch and after she felt it slide out, she looked up and saw a doctor holding a syringe filled with a light, turquoise liquid.
"Let's get this to the lab," one doctor said. "But it looks like it's beginning."
"She still has a way to go but the alien should turn her womb into a proper habitat before the year is over."
Maxine whimpered, trying to focus amidst the lights and the anxiety. Did they say alien? She felt another needle go into her arm as Maxine felt exhausted and soon fell asleep.
When she came to, Maxine was in the same room but it was clear of doctors, save for one. He was tall, had on glasses, and was just handsome enough to be suspicious. "Hello, Maxine," he said, flipping through a folder.
She didn't bother asking how she knew his name. If the state was involved, the levers of power in the government were clearly at work. Besides, she'd signed in at the women's clinic when this all started. "What is going on?" she asked quietly.
"We were running some tests on you and then you passed out on us," he said with a smile. "This must be a stressful situation for you so I can understand. Your blood work shows that-"
"Am I pregnant with an alien?" Maxine asked, cutting him off. He paused and looked up. Meeting Maxine's eyes, he sighed and nodded.
"Yes, it seems you are carrying two alien life forms. We aren't sure that they're in a fetal or larval state because we know so little about their physiology, but they seem to be sustaining themselves off of you similar to a pregnancy," he said. He placed one hand on top of Maxine's belly, just above her navel. She didn't like that.
"So, can you get it out of me? Or induce labor or something?" Maxine asked.
"Oh no, this is an incredible opportunity. Real contact with alien biology," he said, patting Maxine on her firm stomach. "We're going to let things progress but keep you here." Maxine tried to reach one arm up to bat his hand away but then realized her wrists were strapped to her examination table. All of her limbs were. "We have many more tests to run."
"You can't keep me here like this," Maxine barked with her weak voice. "You can't treat me like a prisoner."
The doctor grinned again and let out a little chuckle. "We did a little digging into your life. Somehow, I don't think anyone is going to be missing you." He met her eyes and laughed again before walking away. "Try and catch your breath. You have a long night of tests ahead of you and it interrupts things when you pass out."
Maxine fought back her tears. She had a long, tough life, from her neglectful and nasty parents to her work on the streets to try and make ends meet. There was no way she was letting these people, whether they were from the government or just egomaniacal doctors, do whatever they wanted with her. Alien or not, it was her belly and her body.
From her position on the table, her colossal belly kept her lower half mostly pinned down. It towered above her, occasionally shaking with movement. She thought she might be able to use that weight to her advantage, wiggling her wide hips to try and sway it back and forth but she didn't have enough room to work and her plump rear was in a tight spot.
Desperately, Maxine groaned and tried to move her arms. Her muscles flexed and, suddenly, she burst through her restraints. The belts tying her down snapped like rubber bands and Maxine looked at the dangling pieces of knotted textiles. "Guess they must be frayed," Maxine said to herself, not knowing how else they could have come apart. With a grunt, she leaned forward, her belly filling up her lap, and she loosened the straps around her ankles.
Sneaking around the hospital was not the hard part of Maxine's escape. The floor she was on was pretty vacant, like the doctors wanted as few people to see what was going on as possible. The hard part was actually moving. Maxine's belly was nearly too wide for most of the doorways and every step was difficult. Her alien lodgers refused to keep still and swam all around her womb, testing the durability of her muscles and stretching out time and time again. Maxine kept her jaw clenched, trying not to moan and bring attention to herself. She was breathing heavily as she hurried down a back stairway and into the dark city streets.
Now free, Maxine started to move as fast as she could, fighting past the soreness in her hips and legs. There was an extra spring in Maxine's step as she moved, however. She was still pregnant but it wasn't by one of her "johns." Compared to carrying one of their babies inside her womb, being pregnant with mysterious aliens was a relief. And even more so, it meant her body was being changed all the more. No woman on Earth had ever had a pregnancy like this.
Still, Maxine could only move so fast. She was still tired from her time in the hospital and the struggling inside her womb was only getting stronger the more she strained and walked around. Maxine made it deeper into the city when she started hearing police sirens getting closer and closer. As she waddled down the sidewalk in one small neighborhood, she saw a young man walking down to wheel out his recycling.
She bit her lip. He was probably about five or so years younger than her, with brown hair at medium length for a guy and light brown skin. He was a bit taller than her and, despite not looking too tough, he was handsome. Maxine cursed herself for thinking that and knew it was dangerous to reach out to a stranger. She'd run into lots of strange men over the years she didn't trust. But...this was a desperate time as a police car moved into the neighborhood.
"C-can I come into your house?" she asked with a little smile.
The young man hurried over to her and gave her his arm for support as she waddled inside. "Are you okay? Do you need me to call an ambulance?" he said frantically.
"No, no, nothing like that," she panted, glad he was at least this cordial. "I'm just...very tired and I need a place to stay for the night." He sighed slowly and looked her over. "Please?"
"Okay," he nodded, closing the door as the police car moved down the street. "I'm Ben."
"Maxine," she said with a smile. She wasn't sure why she used her real name when it would have been easier, and maybe smarter, to use her "Carmen" name but here she was. "I just need somewhere to sleep."
"Sure, one second," Ben said, leaving the room. Maxine's heart raced, worried he might call the police about a strange pregnant woman in his house. Cautiously, she waddled and looked around the corner. He was getting new bedsheets and remaking his bed.
"I-I can just use your sofa," she said.
"Are you kidding? You're...um...y'know," he said, blushing and gesturing to her exposed belly. "Do you want a shirt that fits a little better too?"
"I don't think you'll find one that fits," Maxine said with a smile. It felt good to finally have one of those today. It didn't last as she winced and placed both palms against her belly, rubbing in wide circles.
"W-whoa, are you sure you're okay?" Ben asked.
"Yep, fine. They're just very...active," Maxine said, giving her firm middle a light pat. She saw his eyes were glued to her naked middle.
"May I feel?" he said in almost a whisper. Maxine looked him over.
"Yes," she said without thinking. Her skin began to flush as he reached one hand out. Why did she say yes? She didn't feel comfortable with any contact since she started hooking and she was especially cautious about her pregnancy now but...she felt fine around Ben. He placed one palm on her midsection and began to trace small paths around.
"Wow...they really are active," he breathed. "Twins?"
"Yep," Maxine said, just as quietly. She used her arms to lift her swollen breasts, giving Ben more free space on her belly. Having someone touch it so gingerly felt good. Good in a way Maxine wasn't expecting. "You know...I think your bed is big enough for two." She puckered her pink lips and met Ben's dark eyes. "And I don't sleep so well in a new place."
Ben gulped, looking back at her, and was clearly starting to tremble. "Um...I think you'll be okay," he said, dropping his hand and heading for his closet to get sheets for the couch. "You can go ahead and get ready. I can get you something to eat in the morning too."
"Thank you," Maxine said, her cheeks turning red. "Y-you're very nice."
"You seem like you could use some help," Ben shrugged, equally as red in the face. "Well...goodnight."
Maxine waddled into the bedroom, closing the door behind her. Her heart was pounding in her chest and her alien children were more active than ever. What was she doing? Actually coming on to a guy. She hadn't allowed anyone near her body for free in...in years. And she was pregnant on top of all that. Maxine chalked it up to hormones and crawled into Ben's bed, stripping out of her clothes.
As she let her fatigue wash over her and drift to sleep, she wondered why he was so keen on her belly. "Someone has to like this, I guess," Maxine mumbled, patting her naked belly as she sank into the bed. "Someone other than me."
In the morning, Maxine uncurled and stretched herself out. During the night, her arms and legs had been wrapped close to her massive belly, feeling the warmth that came off of it. She looked around the bedroom, making sure she was still alone and free. Slowly, Maxine heaved herself out of bed, holding onto her smooth middle. Now that she was awake, the aliens inside her womb started to move again. Her tattooed arms stroked her stomach and she slipped the bed sheet around her naked body and poked her head out of the bedroom door.
The lights were on and she could hear music playing faintly down the hall. She cautiously stepped forward, brushing her messy black hair out of her face. "Ben?"
"Maxine?" he replied, walking out and pausing when he saw her. Maxine's belly was sticking out through the bedsheets and he could see a sliver of her bare thigh. It was obvious she was naked under the blanket. "S-sleep well?"
"Slept great," Maxine smiled. "Um, would it be alright if I took a shower?"
"No problem. There's one in the bathroom connected to the bedroom," he said, pointing back from where she came. "I'll start on breakfast while you're in there."
She patted her excitable belly. It had been a while since she ate. Maxine headed back to the bedroom and dropped the sheet, waddling into the shower. It was a tricky situation since she couldn't see her legs and the base of the shower was getting increasingly slippery. She braced herself against the wall and ran the soap over her swollen body with the other. Her stomach was so large she couldn't draw the curtain.
As the warm water washed over her belly, the aliens got more and more active and she found herself focusing her attention there, soaping it up and washing it off. "Guess this must remind you of your home planet or something," Maxine said, lifting one of her heavy breasts and washing underneath. Her cleavage was so deep, her hand could easily get lost in there.
Maxine turned around and let the water wash off her back and butt before sticking her head underneath the spigot and rinse out her hair. Her eyes closed and she cooed, enjoying the soothing sensation. For this one moment, out of a particularly lousy bunch of months, she finally felt good.
She waddled back to the part of the house where Ben was, still drying her hair as she wore yesterday's clothes. He was in the kitchen, standing over a stove, while the TV was playing the morning news.
"Police are still on the look-out for a missing pregnant woman," the news anchor said, showing a picture of Maxine's face. "Maxine Daniels is 27 and nine months pregnant so law enforcement are urging anyone with information to help find her and get her to safety to come forward."
Maxine turned pale and held both hands against her stomach. Ben walked over and handed her a plate of eggs and toast, a big smile on his face. "Here you go." She took a step back and clenched her fist. "What's wrong?"
"I get it. You caught me," Maxine said, pacing toward the door.
"What, because of that?" Ben asked, gesturing to the TV. "I mean, I have a few questions, but I'm not calling the police. C'mon, eat up." He took a bite of eggs. "See, no poison or drugs or whatever."
Maxine hesitated but hurried over and took the plate, eating a piece of toast in a few big bites. "So, what, you're not suspicious?"
"If it said you were a fugitive on the run, then maybe," Ben shrugged. "But it just said you're missing and...you don't seem 'missing' to me."
Maxine let out a big sigh and collapsed onto the couch, her entire weight coming down into the cushion. "Still, you're taking a risk letting a total stranger here, especially one on the news," she said.
"You took a risk spending the night with a total stranger," Ben chuckled. "So we're both kind of trusting."
Maxine took a big gulp of her food and looked down at her belly. "I'm not that trusting," she murmured.
Ben cleared his throat and fidgeted in his seat. "Oh...w-well I'm glad you made an exception in my case." She looked up and flashed him a little smile. "How about I get you something to drink and you can tell me your story if you want."
"Sounds good," Maxine sighed. "But I'll warn you: it's a weird story." He got Maxine some orange juice and she told him everything.
"Huh," Ben said, his face bright red by the end. "Don't you think the aliens might be the result of, I dunno, the last person you had sex with?"
Well, Maxine didn't tell him everything. She left out the prostitution. "That's a little hard to nail down," she said, patting her stomach. She noticed him react to that a bit and kept fondling her belly as she pressed him. "Sure is hard for you to keep your eyes off my tummy. Am I not pretty enough?"
Ben let out a gurgle as he tried to gather himself, looking back up at Maxine's blue eyes. "N-no, you look great," he said. "It's just...you're carrying aliens in there. It's a little surprising."
"You're telling me," Maxine chuckled, lapping her tongue against teeth as she wondered whether she should keep pressing the issue. "But you seemed to eye it before you knew I was pregnant with little green men." Ben looked confused and Maxine leaned forward. "Figuratively speaking."
"R-right," Ben said. "Um, I guess, no offense, but you're just so...big. I've never seen anyone as pregnant as you." Maxine smiled again and Ben gulped. "Can I tell you a secret now? It's not as interesting as yours but-"
"Go ahead. I could use a little distraction," Maxine giggled, getting back to her breakfast.
"I'm really attracted to pregnant women," he said in one quick breath before gasping. "There...thought it might be easier if I just got it out."
Maxine raised her eyebrows and swallowed the rest of her food. It was good to know her suspicions were correct but it was still a little unexpected. "Cards on the table, I see." She was about to tell her own secret but stopped, nibbling on her lip instead as she smiled and placed both hands on her belly. "So...I don't know how much longer you can hide me here."
Ben clicked his teeth together as he thought for a moment. "I may know of a place you can go to be safe until you...give birth, I guess," he said. "Would you be okay with hiding out somewhere? You aren't leaving behind any family or a job here?"
Maxine's face darkened. "There's nothing for me here."
"Okay, well my grandma's old house is in Nebraska and it's in a really small town. If we start driving now, we could get there in a few days and you could hide out there. She passed away a few years ago but I know there's still a hidden key in the garden to get in there," Ben said. "Would you be up to it?"
Maxine sighed, riding out a cramp in her belly. She could be safe there, and besides, it could mean a chance at a fresh start. "Road trip. Sounds fun."
Ben smiled and got up. "I'll call my job. I've got lots of sick days saved up."
Maxine started to stand up, croutching as she tried to lift her belly. "I can start packing food for the trip," she said. As she struggled, Ben came over and gave her a hand, pulling the two close together. "Thank you," Maxine said with a small smile.
"Y-you're welcome," Ben said, his eyes flashing to her chest and belly before letting go of Maxine and heading for his bedroom. "I'll pack some clothes and stuff too. Do you have anything else to change into?"
"Just this," Maxine said, picking at her stretched-out shirt and old, tight jeans. She didn't have a bra or underwear with her since leaving the hospital. Another big shift inside her womb shook Maxine forward and she clutched her belly. "It's alright...we're going to be safe...though I don't know what you're doing in my belly to start with."
They were seven hours into the drive in Ben's car and Maxine kept shifting in her seat, letting out little moans, and stroking her round stomach. She was already uncomfortable and sitting in one place for so long didn't help.
"You want to pull over at the next rest stop?" Ben asked her.
"No, I'd rather we make good time," Maxine said, glancing over at Ben and giving him a small smile. "Am I distracting you?"
Ben took his eyes off the road for an instant. Her shirt was rolled up under her swollen breasts, revealing all of Maxine's large, tight belly with its glistening skin and her tattooed hands gently petting it. He made his way up her curvy body to her beautiful, smiling face and glinting blue eyes. "I'm fine," he choked, turning back to his driving. "But I want to make sure you're comfortable."
Maxine stretched her legs and back out, making her belly shake in the process and stirring up the aliens inside. "I'll be fine until we need gas," she said, reclining her seat and closing her eyes. "But I'm going to take a nap. Being pregnant is exhausting."
"I'll bet," Ben chuckled nervously, eyeing Maxine again as she settled into her sleep, watching her belly rise and fall with the impressions of movement against her taut womb walls.
When Maxine woke up, it was dark and she could see trucks lined up near her. Instantly, panic overtook her and Maxine sprung to action but Ben put one hand on her shoulder.
"Hey, what's wrong?" he said. Maxine calmed down some but she was still breathing heavily. "Have a bad dream?"
Eyes wide, she looked him over before letting out one big exhale. "Yeah...that was it."
"Okay, must be a pregnancy symptom," he chuckled, handing her a paper bag. "The gas station had a McDonalds attached to it so I got you something to eat."
Maxine bit into her burger quickly, looking through the window at the trucks. One of the first pieces of advice she got when she started hooking was to avoid truck stops. They seemed like big money-making opportunities with so many eager clients but they were nightmares. Most of the women working as prostitutes at truck stops were actually held against their will by traveling pimps or other truckers – essentially slaves.
"So, did you fill up the car?" Maxine asked, forcing a smile. "We should get going soon."
"Yeah but we've made great time. We're about an hour from Illinois already," Ben said, stealing one of her fries. "We can just relax a little, maybe get out and walk some before-"
Then came the reason Maxine wanted to leave. A big man knocked on her window and grinned. "How much?"
"Barking up the wrong tree, dude," Ben said with a grimace. "Go away."
"Ah, I get it. Free then." With that, the man broke the window with the butt of a pistol, making Maxine scream. He peered in and sneered. "Knocked up, huh? I'm sure someone will get a kick out of you and you'll be useful again in a few days, by the looks of it."
"I've got 911 dialed in right now," Ben said, his thumb hovering above his phone. "They'll make it here before you can leave."
"Not that smart, is he?" the man smiled at Maxine, sticking his hand in the car to point the gun at Ben.
"Stop!" Maxine yelled, her body trembling as her belly continued to clench and tighten.
"You're going to need to learn to shut up," the man growled, turning his gun on Maxine. Her eyes dilated with fear and a surge of hormones went through her.
Then, like a switch had been turned, Maxine's hands snatched the pistol with lightning reflexes and squeezed until it broke apart in her fist. She looked just as surprised as Ben and the trucker but she took advantage of the confusion to grab the trucker's wrist and apply pressure until he cried out.
"We told you to leave us alone!" Maxine yelled.
"Okay, okay!" the trucker howled. "Let me go!"
Maxine started to release him before grabbing on with both hands and snapping his arm in a clean break. "Drive, drive!" she yelled and Ben did as he was told, peeling out of the truck stop and back onto the highway. Once free, Maxine started sobbing and buried her face in her hands. "I've never come that close," she moaned.
"Hey, we're alright now," Ben said. "W-what do you mean...you've never come that close?"
Maxine sniffled and sat up, her blurry eyes looking back at Ben. She hesitated before she spoke, not knowing how he would take it. "I'm a...prostitute. That's my job," she said.
Ben was quiet for a few seconds. "So that's why you were nervous about the truck stop?" Her face softened. He got it. "Is that how you got pregnant?"
"I don't know. I don't think so," Maxine said, placing one hand on her belly. "They're definitely not human in there."
"After what you did to that guy? There's something weird going on with you," Ben said. "Not weird as in...sorry."
"It's fine. It is
weird," Maxine said, wiping her eyes. "So, now all the cards are on the table...save for one." She sighed and clutched her belly. "As scary as this has all been...I still like being pregnant. I've always wondered what it would be like. Feeling my body change and grow and everything that comes with it. It's not always fun but...it's exciting."
"O-oh," Ben said, gulping. "I guess we aren't that different."
Maxine smiled. "I guess not." She glanced out of the broken window, watching the highway whiz past her as wind blew into the car. "So, should we stop at a motel?"
Both went quiet after that, all the way until Ben pulled into the back of the motel and went in to buy a room for the night. Now that they were both being honest with one another, about their feelings and their sexuality, how would the night go? They wondered what the other one wanted, with Maxine's added fear of what would happen if she said no.
Before they left, Ben withdrew cash from his bank so his credit card couldn't be traced by whoever wanted what was growing inside Maxine's belly. But that meant rationing and they only bought a small room for the night, with a small bed to match. Maxine grunted as she entered the motel room, stroking her stomach to try and get some kind of relief. Even late at night, they didn't rest. Still, the constant reminder of her bizarre pregnancy always kept Maxine engaged with her body, aware of its changes and majesty.
"We'd have more room just in the car," she joked, looking around the room before they both washed up. Maxine stood on one side of the bed and Ben was on the other. Even in the dark of the motel room, he could see the warm maternal glow coming off of her.
After the pregnant pause, Ben spoke up. "I can sleep on the floor," he said. "The extra blanket, a few towels, a pillow from the chair. It'll be fine."
"No, Ben, it's-" Maxine started, struggling to reach across the bed and grab his arm. A kick made her bend over a little and she chuckled. Always an obstacle. "It's fine. We can share the bed. I'm a big girl."
"You sure are," Ben said. Thankfully, Maxine laughed at that.
"I'm just...I'm really tired so I want to get right to sleep," Maxine said with a sigh. "Is that okay?"
Ben blushed, trying to decipher the subtext. "S-sure." He put down the luggage as Maxine slowly sat down on the edge of the bed, petting her pregnant middle as she took a deep breath. Then, she peeled out of her clothes, still facing away from Ben but he could see the long tattoos tracing down her back. "I-I like your tattoos."
Maxine giggled. "Thanks. You got any?"
"Just my blood type on my scalp. Never know when you might be in an accident and the doctors need that info quick, you know?" Ben said, his delivery sweaty and stilted.
Maxine giggled again and tucked herself under the bed sheets while looking at Ben over her shoulder. "You're kinda goofy."
"Yeah?" Ben said, smiling back. "I can live with goofy." He got into bed, turning away from Maxine, and pulled the sheet over. "Goodnight."
"Wait," Maxine said, reaching one arm back. As soon as she got a grip on Ben, she gave one good tug and rolled him over so his face was in her hair. "I just...um...could you hold onto me for the night? It's been a...rough year for me."
Ben let out a nervous breath as he got closer to Maxine, feeling her naked body under the sheet. "S-sure."
Maxine closed her eyes and smiled, taking his wrist and placing it on her belly. "There, like that. You can feel it as much as you like." She sighed and shivered a bit as she settled into Ben's embrace. He got a little closer but as soon as his erection pressed against her, he backed away, almost hovering above her. "C'mon, for real. I promise not to use my weird strength to crush you or anything." Maxine curled her body some, bringing her hands closer to her swollen stomach and let one foot stroke Ben's leg. "I don't care that it's hard."
Without another word, Ben cautiously moved back, filling Maxine's belly with his hand as he moved closer to her, resting his head against her shoulder. Maxine placed her hand near his as they both felt the aliens inside her finally begin to calm down and she thought about the last time someone just cuddled with her. She couldn't think of any examples.
After eating, Maxine and Ben hit the road again, a little less nervousness between them now. They talked and joked and weren't afraid to touch the other, although Maxine was still instigating a lot of the contact. Since they left for the morning, Maxine tried on some of the clothes Ben packed, with some stretchy gym shorts and a baggy t-shirt that he quickly said made her look "hot."
In the car, Maxine pushed the elastic waist down to her hips and rolled up her shirt, showing off the full curving arch of her pregnant belly. Incredibly, it had grown since last night. Ben may have not noticed but Maxine could; a few more liquid ounces of amniotic fluid were inside her womb, testing the resilience of her stomach's skin again and making her cramp and stroke her middle to feel better. And letting her belly hang out free helped.
"So no tattoos on your belly?" Ben asked.
"Haven't been pregnant that
long, dude," Maxine smiled, looking down at her engorged tummy and pampering it with rubs. "I probably would have gotten there eventually but when I found out I was pregnant, getting new ink was the last thing on my mind." She chuckled and gave the top of her stomach a hard pat. "And I always liked the way my stomach looked."
Ben nodded along. "So you...didn't like the way the rest of your body looked?"
Maxine smirked, looking over her hands and arms. "No, it's complicated. When you...do the kind of work I do, people are always looking at your body, making it their own. Tattoos were my way of preserving it." She gave a sarcastic laugh and crossed her arms. "And when I was with a john, he wasn't usually looking at my stomach."
"You don't have to talk about that kind of stuff if you don't want to," Ben said.
"I like having someone to talk to," Maxine sighed, breaking into a genuine smile. "The only person I had to talk to back home was no help." Suddenly, Maxine let out a yelp and clutched her belly with both hands. "W-whoa..."
"What is it?" Ben said, a little worried. "You aren't...going into labor, are you?"
"N-no, they're just moving a lot," she panted, her face turning red. Ben pulled the car onto the side of the road and saw her stomach stretching out and shifting. It was like the surface of the ocean during a storm. Her arched her back and gasped. "Ooh god."
Ben put his hand on Maxine's belly and started rubbing in large, wide circles, touching the parts she could no longer reach. "Is this helping? Does it calm them down?"
Maxine's full red lips curled into a silent moan as she shook her head. "I-It's just exciting them."
Maxine nodded and cried out. "T-they're breeding inside me! I-I can feel it!"
Ben's face went bright red. He felt guilty about his erection growing at that. "B-breeding?"
"I-I dunno how it works with these things but they're really going at it," Maxine howled, looking over at Ben. "Kiss me."
"Kiss me! I haven't kissed someone in years," Maxine whimpered, touching one hand to Ben's cheek. "Please?" After that, Ben didn't hesitate anymore. He leaned over, holding onto Maxine as they met, her tongue immediately lapping against his. She nearly took the breath out of him with her ravenous lips and he felt her belly pressed against him. They broke the kiss and Maxine kept looking into his eyes, her wet mouth open a few centimeters. "I've been waiting so long to meet a guy I actually like..." She let out another groan and clutched one of her breasts, kneading it in her hand.
"Do you want to...do you want to find a motel?" Ben asked.
Maxine was breathing heavily and her thighs were starting to rub together. "Why waste the money...let's do it in the back."
Ben folded the back seats down and laid out a towel. He thought it was necessary but the wait was torture for Maxine. Then again, she'd been waiting to have sex with Ben for a while now. The new flood of hormones was just an extra push. They got naked and stood on their knees in the back, kissing and touching each other's bodies.
"You're beautiful," Ben moaned as he nibbled on her breasts, his hands on her ass. "You're so amazing."
"More," Maxine giggled. "Tell me more. I always had to compliment disgusting men and it feels nice to take a break."
"I-I don't know how I got you in my life," Ben said, kissing a trail down to her writhing belly. "I-I feel so lucky."
"I'm the lucky one," Maxine purred, pushing Ben over with her new strength and mammoth belly. "Mind if I'm on top? I never got to."
"Don't know how else we can," Ben laughed, suckling on her belly button. Maxine moaned and squeezed her swollen breasts again, preparing to slide Ben inside her. "M-Maxine, I-"
Before he could finish, Maxine had sat down and was starting into her next pump and that shut him right up. Her belly smacked against him and he tried to rub it with one hand while holding onto her hips with the other. Maxine was rubbing her pregnant middle at the same time, eyes closed in glee as she was finally having sex with someone she wanted to be with. Thanks to her alien-enhanced strength, she was applying far more pressure on Ben and sending him into ecstasy as he went deep inside her round body.
It didn't take long for Ben to come inside of Maxine but she kept going, rubbing her belly and moaning. "M-More!"
"T-That's all I've got f-for now," Ben panted. He slid out of Maxine and held her tight, returning to her warm bosom.
"Then do more like that! Pamper me all over! They're not done in there!" Maxine groaned, poking her shaking belly. Ben laid her down and did just that, rubbing and kissing her all over, spending most of his time on her swollen belly. Soon, he had her rolled over and cuddled against her, nibbling on her earlobe.
"You look so incredible," Ben said, trying to stimulate his new lover in other ways. "So gorgeous and so...big."
"Mmm, I like that," Maxine said, curling into the fetal position as best she could with her belly in the way. "Big how?"
"Enormous. Swollen. Fertile," Ben whispered, running one hand through her hair. "So fertile. I can't wait for you to give birth so we can make a child together inside you. You would make such healthy, strong babies."
That put Maxine over the edge and she cried out, gasping and shaking. Ben hugged her, feeling the orgasm rock him too. Her grip nearly crushed him but he stayed put as she moaned and gasped. "I-I've never come like that before," Maxine whimpered as it started to settle out. "I think they're done in there too."
"It was...pretty great for me too," Ben smiled.
Maxine rolled over and smiled, putting one hand on his bare chest. "What was it you wanted to tell me before I...cut you off?"
Ben blushed and gave a little giggle of his own. "It'll seem silly now."
Ben sighed. "I'm...or I was...a virgin."
Maxine's blue eyes opened wide before she burst out laughing, messing up Ben's hair and hugging him again. "The pregnant hooker and the virgin. We make quite a team, huh?" They both smiled and leaned in for another kiss when there was a popping sound. Maxine briefly wondered if she might have actually gotten too big but then she felt a sharp pain between her shoulders and everything started to get hazy.
"Maxine?" Ben said as he saw the plastic cover he taped over the broken window torn through. As Maxine passed out, he rolled her forward and saw the dart in her back. "What is going on?"
A hand burst through the plastic and unlocked the car. Soon, the trunk was open and a group of men in suits and sunglasses were looking down on them. "Bad idea to stop moving," one man said with a chuckle.
"Are you the people who are hunting Maxine down for her alien babies? Just leave her alone," Ben said, scrambling to cover Maxine with his own body.
The man who spoke sighed. "Just take him too, I guess." Ben winced as he felt a dart hit him in the chest and everything went dark.
Maxine woke up a little before Ben and found herself strapped to a metallic slab in a hospital. Men in suits and medical suits were looking her over, smirking. "What's so funny?" Maxine sneered, her voice still a little slurred from just waking up. "I can break out of these in a flash." Her arms flexed and her face turned red but she was unable to break free.
"We upped our security since you left our last hospital," the doctor from back home said as he stepped forward. "We won't make that mistake again but at least it means our plan is working."
"Plan?" Maxine said, watching as Ben groaned and started to wake up. "You...you're the ones who put these aliens inside me, aren't you?"
"When you went to your last gynecologist meeting, we had them implanted. They were dormant for longer than we were expecting so there were some worries but..." the doctor put his hand on Maxine's belly and stroked it like it was a new sports car. "Seems everything turned out alright."
"Get off of me," Maxine yelled, trying to shake her big pregnant middle to make the doctor back away. "What the hell is all this? You impregnated me with aliens? Why?"
"Why this plan or why you? The second one is easy: we knew you were a hooker and figured no one would miss you, plus we thought you might be dumb enough to go along with what we said," the doctor laughed. "We were mostly right."
"I care about her," Ben said, straining with his own handcuffs in his chair. "You can't hurt her. She's smart, kind, and beautiful, inside and out."
"No doubt that she's beautiful on the inside," the doctor said, patting her belly. "She's worth a lot of money to us and nothing's more beautiful than that."
"So why put these aliens inside me?" Maxine spat. "You might as well tell me if you're making me carry them."
"Fair enough," the doctor shrugged, giving Maxine's stomach a bit of a slap. "We came across the aliens a few years ago but had a hard time studying them. But what we could tell is they were very resilient and had incredible immune systems and longevity. It's why you seem so healthy and strong and we'd like a bit of that for ourselves. So we spliced some with human DNA and looked for a candidate to carry them, hoping those clones could provide us with more insight."
"We? Who is we?" Ben said.
"Isn't it obvious?" the doctor scoffed. "The United States government. Who else could do all this?" He walked over to Ben and gripped his jaw. "How do you think we tracked you down? We followed the serial numbers on the cash you paid with. We knew where you were all along."
Maxine grunted as she felt the cloned aliens start to move around inside her again, testing the limits of her muscles and skin. "So what now? You wait for them to come out?"
"Maybe but we've found the original aliens excrete a kind of substance that seems to help their health functions. The same must be true for the ones inside you now, only with human DNA mixed in, we can inject it into our own systems." The doctor bent down and touched a bandage on the lower side of Maxine's belly, beyond her sight. She winced at the sharp pain. "We already installed a little port for easy access."
"You sick fuckers," Maxine began to say as the doctor peeled the bandage away and stuck a long needle inside. She grit her teeth, not wanting to give them the slightest satisfaction from her discomfort. The syringe filled with a dark blue liquid and the doctor admired it.
"Now, who first?" he said with a chuckle. An old man in a wheelchair raised his hand. "Ah, of course. Our head backer." The doctor walked over and took the old man's arm, applying pressure to get a vein, and injected. "You should be feeling better any second now, Senator."
The old man's greying skin started to gain color instantly and he cracked a big, creepy smile. But suddenly, he doubled over and clutched himself. The doctor and the other officials looked at him with surprise as the elderly senator fell out of his chair and writhed on the floor. They could hear bones cracking and liquid bubbling. Before their eyes, his legs were getting longer and straighter, he was putting on weight and muscle, and his hair was growing out into long, blonde locks.
"Was the senator ever blond?" one of the other men whispered.
"I don't think so," another said as the senator started to stand. Or at least, what was
the senator. What stood before them now was a tall, gorgeous woman with flowing blond hair, stern pink lips, breasts the size of basketballs, an ass twice that size, and a belly that rivaled Maxine's.
"Ah, that feels good," the woman said, stretching out her back and arms. "It feels good to have a real body."
"What in the world?" the doctor stammered. "Senator?"
"He's gone," the woman said, darting forward and taking the syringe from the doctor and injecting the rest of it into his arm. "I've taken over." The men cried out in fear as the doctor began to convulse in front of them as he grew curves and long, red hair spurted out from his body. In no time, he was a tall, dark-skinned woman with all the shapely features of her contemporary.
"Mmm, amazing," the woman who took over the doctor said, patting and stroking her swollen stomach. "Nice to meet you."
"You as well," the blond woman said. "Know where we can get more of the serum?"
"I would presume it's from her," the redhead said, pointing at Maxine's belly. "Mind if we extract more?"
"B-be my guest," Maxine said, eyes wide with wonder. The men broke out of their trance of fear but they were no match for the speed and strength of these pregnant women and with each new injection, another was added to their ranks. In little time, the room was emptied of the conspirators and filled with pregnant women who would put any supermodel to shame.
"What about this one? He's chained up so maybe he was their enemy," one of the pregnant women said, gesturing to Ben.
"No, he's fine. He's with me," Maxine said, rubbing her wrists as the blond woman had just freed her. The women shrugged and snapped Ben's handcuffs as easily as string. "So, uh, can anyone explain what's going on?"
"We are still short on details as well. Some are carried instinctively and we can share what we have," the redhaired woman said. "One of our distant relatives mistakenly landed on your planet and had its DNA harvested before leaving. So your people created a new race, us, and implanted them in you." She touched one hand to Maxine's belly, making the tattooed woman gasp softly. "When they bred inside you, they released the neuro-chemical building blocks we operate on. Once injected into a host body, we can rebuild their structure, neural network, and come into our own." She patted her belly. "This form seems best."
"I see," Maxine said slowly, ignoring the parts that confused her. "And you're all pregnant now?"
"Yes, we are trying to grow more like ourselves using your species' reproductive process but it will take some time to adapt to," the redhead nodded.
"Can you get the aliens out of Maxine now that you have what you want?" Ben asked.
"No, we will still need a supply of the serum if we are to spread our ranks quickly and get revenge on those who captured our ancestor and plotted to exploit us," the blond alien said, grabbing Maxine and kissing her. Maxine looked surprised but her eyelids quickly got heavy as she felt the woman hold her tight, their bellies rubbing together. Then, Maxine felt some fluid slide down her throat and her belly began to expand again, doubling in size. It dominated her body as she was more belly than woman now, with her breasts, ass, and hips taking on extra volume to match. Maxine struggled over to Ben for support, cradling her inflated middle as she felt four bodies now moving around inside. "This will increase production."
"Hey, her part in all of this is done!" Ben shouted. "You can't make her-"
"It's fine...I'm happy to help. We're like family," Maxine said, smiling to the women in the room. "But he's right. You should have asked."
"I...apologize," the blond woman said. "We will have to get used to your customs. We will expand our race and spread across your world before we find a way to leave and perhaps find our original species' planet."
"More super pregnant bombshells walking the Earth isn't so bad," Maxine chuckled. "But...how long do you think this will take? I'd like my uterus opened up for a bit." She turned to Ben and smiled. "I want to carry his baby."
Ben blushed but the other women looked confused. "The two species' should not interfere with one another," the redhead woman said, placing one hand on Maxine's belly. Maxine felt a strange heat from her palm. "In fact, it seems you have conceived already."
"Con-conceived?" Ben stammered. "You mean she's-"
"I already was," Maxine chuckled, patting her curves.
"But I sense much more human DNA. A bit of ours may be mixed in but they should be healthy," the redhead said.
"They?" Maxine and Ben said in unison.
"A bit early to tell but...it seems like it will be many," she said, trying to smile at Maxine. "But we will all assist in support, both emotional and financial."
"It is as you said," the blond said. "We are a family."