She had been in her bed, dozing beneath the murmurs of her television, but when she awoke...

everything was different. She awoke in a room full of young women. There were no beds, just white marble f loors. The walls and ceiling were the same. White. Marble. No doors, no windows. Her arm was connected to an IV line and she had a massive headache. She glanced up at the IV bag and the substance flowing into her veins. Globs of thick green gunk. Shrieking in disgust, Cona attempted to detach the tube from her arm. As much as she clawed, it seemed impossible to locate what lay beneath the tape, in her ar m ? the start of the tubing. Just when she finally reached itOut of nowhere a creature appeared before her. It had balled fingers, an elongat ed head, and clammy gray skin. It raised its pointer finger and she was suddenly unconscious. At eighteen, Cona was a skinny girl, with no breasts to speak of. And no hips, o r ass, for that matter. She didn ft really mind her physique, being that she was a n athlete. When she woke up again, she was on the ground, and her headache was even worse. Around her were a dozen or so girls, IVs beside them. Cona had to be the younges t among them. The girls probably ranged from nineteen to twenty-seven, and Cona noticed they each wore thick bandages around their abdomens. Looking down at her self, she noticed she was wearing them as well. Cona opted not to touch them, ha ving no desire to worsen her headache again. With the bandages, she wore a wrap around her chest, and brown slacks. All the o ther girls were dressed similarly. The others helped her to her feet. gWhat fs going on? h Cona mumbled. All the women turned to a girl with long brown hair. She looked about twenty. gMy name fs Gina. I fve been here the longest, h the girl mumbled. gI don ft know where we are, who they are, or what they want. h Gina looked down. gMaybe a government expe riment. Maybe we fve been abducted ? by aliens. h Cona gulped. gNo such thing, h she claimed. Gina sighed. gYou fre our newest arrival. Try not to go mad." The marble room was everything...and nothing. It was all there was in her world ? and it had only been a day. Some had been there for weeks, or months. Some cou ldn ft even count the hours, the days, or differentiate them from nights. Cona gre w hungry, but quickly learned that their captors didn ft feed them, except for the ir IVs, and...milk. When Cona first sipped from the jug of fluid, fluid that had appeared beside her when she awoke the next day, she realized she was mistaken. It wasn ft milk, but cream. Thick, heavy cream. The taste made her gag at first, but she received serious looks from her new roommates. It was feed, or be forcefed, either by them, or perhaps her captors. She had to preserve her health and energy. She had to stay strong, and consume whatever she came by if she had any hope of escaping. They were given the cream every other day or so, and not all the girls received

it. Cona had been lucky so far, and they managed to share what they could with e ach other. The next few days were, indeed, maddening. The other girls rarely spoke to her, or each other for that matter, just whispering from time to time, as if afraid o f being punished. Nothing changed, nothing happened, the captors made no appeara nces, and Cona was driven to staring at the marble and searching for specks. Eve rything was flawless, even their bare feet and bodies. One day something changed. Gina was gone when she awoke, but few would speak about it. Had she escaped? Had she been killed? Cona was desperate to know but afraid to ask. Besides, she was experiencing ? problems ? of her own. Her arms and legs grew thinner with her lack of solid foods, but the bandages ar ound her waist were a little tight ? her abdomen, a little uncomfortable. None o f the other girls seemed to notice, and none seemed to be experiencing similar p roblems. Cona figured she was bloated and gassy from malnutrition, and began to consume a little extra cream in hopes of amending the problem. The IV was never-ending, finished some time in the middle of the night, a fresh bag of green slop appearing when they awoke in the morning. She dragged the meta l pole around with her, usually when circling the little white room, desperately attempting not to lose her mind. The others loafed about, upon each other, head s in laps. They were growing weak, and hope was in the trash. Over the next few days, in the little privacy Cona could muster in some corner o r another, she noticed, that much like her bandages, the wrap around her bosom w as getting a little tighter. She was developing cleavage, cleavage she fd never ha d, cleavage that had never been allotted to any of the women when their breast w rap had first been fitted. Cona figured it was from all the cream she fd been gorg ing on. The fat had gone only to vulnerable places like her breasts, and perhaps her stomach. It was the next day that another girl mysteriously disappeared. Who would be nex t? Everyone was upset. Everyone was worried ? frightened. And Cona fs personal problems grew slightly more drastic. Though her bandages were practically suffocating her, she refused to remove them, in fear of punishment from her captors. The bandages hid some of her growth, but the other girls surel y must have noticed her weight gain, especially with a good portion of her breas ts bulging over the wrap. Though her breasts were smaller than most of the other women fs, they were still s ignificantly larger than what they fd originally been. What had been hopeless AAs were now Bs. Plump Bs. Which brought Cona to the day when her personal problems became more than person al problems. She felt something ? something strange ? on her breasts. She knew something was there. Attached to her nipples, subtly shaped, beneath her wrap ? and it was mov ing! Could she dare look? Cona was absolutely terrified. It was early morning, before the others had awoke n, but the thing had woken her. Slowly, Cona pealed the wrap away from her right breast, and stared in shock at what she found. A small silver electronic device, shaped like a large insect, was latched to her

nipple, its six legs spread over her areola, opening and contracting, gently ma ssaging her breast. Holding in a squeal of disgust, Cona quickly covered her breast, dropping to her back and breathing deeply. She dared not to remove it, in fear of being punishe d, or simply vanishing. Cona wondered if the others had those things attached to them. She surely would have noticed. What fs happening to me? Cona wondered, clos ing her eyes. What are they doing to me? Over the next few hours, Cona could barely function. Having her breasts continua lly massaged, squeezed ? whatever was happening ? it was rather distracting. Did the others notice the way her busom trembled? Did they know what was happeni ng to her? Were they simply not telling her? Her bandages grew yet tighter as they days rolled by, and her busom, bigger. She could see the others whispering by then, sometimes pointing at her. And then, one day, the bandages encircling her stomach broke. It started with a simple rupture in a tendril until it broke in half, and immedi ately, the bandages unraveled, and her stomach pushed outward, and she could tak e in her first full breath in over a week. The others stared, and suddenly, Cona was surrounded by those thin beings, with balled fingers, clammy gray skin, and elongated heads. Was this what happened to the others? Was she about to be take n away? Aliens, Cona mused, when a thin finger touched her forehead, and everything went black. In a private location, four aliens lowered Cona to a metal table, whisking away her tattered bandages before cutting her breast wrap apart. Her busom pushed out wards, electronic spiders keeping a firm hold. For a moment, the aliens stared down at Cona, one of them running its finger alo ng her swollen stomach. gIt worked, h it said, in a rough, slithery, language. gFina lly, it worked. h The others too began to prod her stomach. gAlas, our race might be preserved. h gThis human is special. h They continued to chatter and bicker in their odd tongue. gAnd the specimen is responding well to the treatments. She fs becoming engorged, h a nother mentioned, glancing at the unconscious girl fs bosom. The bug-bots continue d the stimulation process, massaging her mammarys and helping them swell. The girl fs slacks had stopped buttoning, but had spread apart to make room for he r belly. The first alien continued to rub it. gPerhaps it fs time to increase the dosage. Our young are avid eaters. h When Cona awoke, on the cold marble floor, the other girls were crowded around h er, staring at her...not her face...her body. Her clothes had been changed. She wore a long, flowing, purple gown, loose aroun d her body, that zipped up the front, reaching only midway up her busom to revea l her plump ? jiggling ? cleavage. The electronic insects seemed more avid than before. It felt good to be free of the bandages, but at the same time...Cona sta

red at her abdomen, as did the others. She wasn ft fat, but bloated. Too bloated. Her belly was firm and stuck out, almost like...like... She couldn ft be pregnant! She was only eighteen! No, no, not possible! gIt could be a breeding experiment, h one women whispered to another, as though Con a wasn ft even there. gShe could be full of alien babies, h another said. gNo! You fre wrong! h said Cona. The woman hushed at her outburst. Everyone stared at her in alarm, frightened th at the aliens might intervene. And so the group dispersed. Cona was left sitting on the cold marble floor, cont inuing to stare in panic at her burgeoning physique. She tentatively touched her stomach. She looked as though she could be five months pregnant! Cona quickly dropped her hand. No...it was just a little weight gain. A little g as. She reassured herself repetitively, her eyes drifting up the IV line to noti ce that the bag had doubled in size, the green gunk rolling freely into her vein s. As the days passed, more girls disappeared, and new ones appeared. Cona and her living-mates did their best to explain the situation, their abductions, their we akness, their thinness, their ignorance of what was going on. The new girls f eyes always shifted to Cona. gWhat about you? h Upon first arrival, the new girls were always a little hysterica l. gWhy are you dressed differently? Why are you bigger ? healthier than the rest of them? Why are they giving you more food than the others? h Cona wouldn ft describe the green gunk as gfood, h and she wouldn ft suggest her physiq ue was ghealthy. h Despite her efforts to explain that she was just as lost as the rest of them, she found herself becoming increasingly alienated by the others. She felt like a freak. Despite her refusal to believe that she could be pregnant , her abdomen just kept getting bigger and bigger. Her breasts swelled as well, and her cleavage had begun to bulge more heavily from the low cut of her dress. With her flowing gown, she looked like a princess compared to the others. It was n ft as though she wasn ft treated the same. So maybe she got a little more of the ? gunk ? intravenously, and maybe she was given larger jugs of cream than the oth ers now ? she slept on the cold floor like the rest of them, growing increasingl y achy the more she grew. Soon she looked as though she was six months pregnant, but she continued to deny it. She continued to tell herself she was perfectly normal! The girls continued to circulate. With every passing day she met new faces, and saw that old ones had disappeared, but Cona remained. As her busom slowly grew to C-cups, the continuous jiggling of her cleavage beca me more evident than ever, and they grew all the more sensitive. She tried to ke ep herself distracted, meditating, or counting floor tiles. But sometimes she co uld do little but try to contain her grunts as she was aroused by the foul massa ge of the insects. She didn ft know the way she clutched her busom and moaned in h er sleep. One day Cona awoke earlier than the others. She groaned, but not in pleasure.

Over the passed few weeks, her breasts had gotten increasingly sore, probably fr om the excess stimulation. Only in the last two days or so, they had become enco mpassed by a warmth, and a strange tingling. Now her nipples were aching like ne ver before. Cona groggily sat up and looked down at herself. She stared at what she saw, then whimpered and jerked down her gown. The electronic insects were still contracting, but inconsistently. They released electrical buzzes here and there, a bit of static dancing upon their surfaces. They were dysfunctional, and she could tell why. A bit of green fluid was seeping from both her nipples, and getting on the devic es. Cona tentatively touched her left breast, and another fat green droplet brok e free of her nipple. She released a horrified cry. Around her, the other women began to stir, but an alien creature appeared in front of Cona. It again raised its hideous, balled finger, and everything went black. The unconscious Cona was again lowered to a table in the aliens f private examinat ion room. gVery good, she is progressing smoothly, h one said in its strange alien tongue. gWhereas the other humans are not. None of them have been able to carry, h another said sullenly. gWhat does it matter? h said the first. gFor now, she is all we need. h

This alien dipped its hand into its mouth, coating its finger with its purple sa liva. This saliva served as a special solvent with which the alien reached down and detached the electronic insects from Cona fs breasts. The alien clicked approv ingly as Cona fs mounds continued to seep the green fluid that would soon serve to nourish her young. The alien then replaced the electronic insects on Cona fs breasts with two new one s. Whereas the first ones had resembled spiders, these resembled beetles. Each h ad a sucker, and as they were adhered to Cona fs nipples, they did just that, and suckled her breasts. Cona grunted in her sleep as she was re-dressed and returned to the marble room. - - When Cona regained consciousness, she was again surrounded by her living-mates. She sat up with some difficulty and rubbed her eyes. gWhat happened? h she said gro ggily. She noticed that the other women were staring at her chest. She looked down, and gasped. Cona now seemed to adorn bloated D-cups, and her nipples were erect, huge, and t hey were visibly...pulsating? No...that didn ft make sense. Cona groaned as she re cognized the sensation of something attached to her nipple. She pulled down her dress, and again gasped. There were new insects ? these ones didn ft look blatantly electronic like the las t ones ? they looked real. Beetle-things the size of golf balls that were keenly sucking on her nipples, drawing fluid from her breasts. Cona suddenly felt naus eous.

gOh... h she groaned suddenly. If possible, this ritual was even more arousing than the former had been. She cu pped the side of one of her breasts, and looked back up at the surrounding girls . They gazed on her with looks of horror. gI didn ft ask for this! h Cona cried. She was helpless as the others withdrew from h er, frightened by her, not wanting to be anywhere near her. She didn ft doubt they would much rather disappear than to fall victim to her predicament. Despite the continuous nursing, Cona fs breasts seemed to get only plumper with ti me, bulging more heavily from her dress, nearly spilling out of it. As the days passed, her belly continued to steadily grow, and Cona became more f amished than ever. As if on cue, her IV bags increased in size, as did her jugs of heavy cream. She gulped the jugs down when she met them in the morning, ignor ing as milk dribbled down her chin and into her flushed cleavage. Soon enough sh e looked as though she was seven months pregnant, and her belly button had begun to protrude to her mortification. Cona wasn ft one to be easily aroused, but the beetle-creatures adhered to her bre asts were definitely remedying that. Her loins were continually soaked in her fe minine juices. Cona tried her best to hide her arousal from the others ? to hide her gasps, and groans, and the way she writhed at night. Her body was continuou sly flushed and sweaty, her nipples aching from the abuse of being continuously nursed. Even despite it, her breasts continued to steadily grow. At night, Cona struggled to find a comfortable position on the ground. Her swell ing belly was making this an impossible endeavor. How long could she keep denyin g it? Maybe she really was...pregnant. Cona was breathless most of the time. The top of her gown had come to be stretch ed at its seams, and she had to clutch it to herself most of the time. Every bre ath she took seemed to heave her breasts higher, where they threatened to spill over the low cut of her dress. Her cleavage was flushed, bloated, and soaked in sweat. Cona couldn ft have been more miserable. One day something happened. gWhat? h Cona groaned as her belly tightened abnormally . gNo... h she groaned, sinking. The other women pretended not to notice as Cona sunk to her back, moaning in pai n. They kept their fearful eyes diverted to the ground. Grunting, Cona clutched her abdomen, her face flushed and sweaty. Her breasts he aved and bloated, causing the top of her dress to finally yield to their mass an d tear apart. The beetles attached to her nipples sensed her labor and unlatched from her, where they dropped lifelessly to the floor. Thick green fluid began t o gurgle up from Cona fs nipples and roll down her form. gNrrgh... h she groaned, fee ling her girth painfully shift. Something worked its way to her opening. After it was over, Cona lay tiredly on the floor. To her confusion, her belly wa s somewhat smaller, but still considerably...full. In her panties, and pouring o ut of it, was... Cona fearfully reached down and felt the inside of her panties, which had stretched and sagged to accommodate the masses that had come out of h er. Her fingers connected with what felt like...eggs. Goey ones, about the size of t ennis balls. She felt about five of them, and wrinkled her nose, resisting the u rge to retch. What the hell?

Just as she began to regain her bearing, two of the alien creatures appeared. Th e other women continued to refuse to look up. Cona watched one of them lift its long gray finger, and, as usual, everything we nt black. - - gThe first few were successful births, h said one of the aliens, running its finger along the unconscious Cona fs still-swollen abdomen. gStill, I feel this human can handle more. h gI have to agree, h said one of his colleagues, clicking approvingly as he observed Cona fs belly. She was still laden with eggs as they prepared to be born. gWe are the last of our race, and in only a short while, this human has increased it by five. h A third alien was examining Cona fs breasts, plump with feed for her offspring. Ev en then, they were dripping, full with nourishment and getting fuller. This alie n fs pointer finger glowed. It reached down and touched Cona fs navel. gLet fs test her capacity. h gLazzor, we do not have the resources for this human to support that many offspri ng, h said one alien to another, as he indicated Cona, who was still lying unconsc ious on the table before them. gWe do if we cut the others f rations, h hissed the alien, Lazzor. There was a murmur amongst them, and then it was decided. In unison, the group o f aliens gave a curt nod, and everyone went off to work. - - Cona awoke with a groan. She blearily opened her eyes. To her surprise, her head was in another woman fs lap. She looked up at her, but didn ft recognize her face. It must have been a new girl. gWhat happened? h Cona groaned. gWell... h said the girl. gI think you ? gave birth. h

Cona blinked, suddenly remembering her ordeal. She glanced down at her stomach, which still looked as though she was eight months pregnant. gThen why am I still so... h she groaned as her stomach tightened. The girl helped her up to a sitting position. gI fm Mala, h said the other girl. She looked to be in her early twenties, and regard ed Cona with concern. gCona, h Cona responded. gWhy are you... h Mala paused, seeming to deliberate her words. gDifferent from the others? h Cona glanced at the other girls around them. They were all remaining several pac es away from her and Mala, their terrified eyes looking away. gI don ft know, h Cona said. gMaybe I fm just ? a freak. h She felt a strange twinge in he r stomach, and she released another grunt. gI fve been here the longest, h she noted, with some bemusement. Mala seemed intrigued by this. gSo you were the first? h

gI wasn ft the first, h Cona corrected her.

gBut I fve been here the longest. h

Over the next few days, Cona and Mala maintained a quiet friendship. Though the other women alienated Mala for this, Mala seemed interested, if not just intrigu ed, by Cona, and most importantly, she seemed keen to survive. She wanted all th e advice she could get. Cona, unfortunately, had little to give. In addition to this, she was preoccupie d by her abdomen, which was steadily growing. She soon looked at term in a regul ar pregnancy, if not somewhat overdue. Every day, more pressure seemed to accumu late within her, her belly button bulging out the size of a golf ball. Her canta loupe-sized breasts were perched atop her belly, and heaving constantly with her heavy breathing. New mechanical beetle-things had been attached to her nipples, their wide mouths fully encompassing them. But instead of sucking, they simply served as a ? barrier. They even stretched as her nipples distended or grew. Con a had tried and failed to remove them. Unable to release her growing burden of m ilk, a newfound fullness was building in her breasts. Her cleavage bulged heavil y from the low cut of her latest gown. It was constantly flushed and sweaty. As the days passed, Cona noticed how quickly her belly seemed to be growing, and how thin the other girls seemed to be getting. She was usually propped on her b ottom against a wall, struggling to find a comfortable position. She looked due with twins, and showed no sign of slowing down. Mala, meanwhile, looked starved and frail. It was only then that Cona noticed how small the IV bags of the other girls seem ed to have gotten. Most of them were already empty that day. Additionally, none of the other girls seemed to have their own jugs of cream anymore. Though Cona f elt continuously hungry, she urged Mala to take hers. Mala simply pressed her lips and shook her head. It was clear that she was terri fied. That day Cona went into labor again. Her body was racked with quick contractions . Red in the face, she sunk to her back, struggling to push. Her belly heaved as she tried to bear down, her breasts bobbing unpleasantly. She felt something wi thin her shift, and an object the size of an ostrich egg press against her openi ng. Was it bigger this time? Why did the eggs seem bigger this time? Cona cried out in pain as the object slowly exited her. She felt Mala lift her head to her lap, offering her encouraging words. The synthetic beetles enwrapping her nipples buzzed and malfunctioned, no longer capable of damming her abundance of milk. They dropped off her nipples, and the front of Cona fs gown was immediately flooded with the pale green sustenance her body produced. Her nipples bulged and distended grossly, as though they might tu nnel the way through her tightening clothes. All the while, Cona struggled with her third egg, her body heaving as she pushed and pushed. It wasn ft as painful, as it was difficult, and uncomfortable. She co uldn ft imagine the number of masses stuffed within her. She pushed and struggled to get them out of her. But after the eighth, she labored no further. Panting, Cona stared down at her g irth. Her belly seemed no smaller, and if it was, then not by a significant amou nt. It seemed that birthing was not going to be the easiest part of her alien pr egnancy. She desperately rubbed at her bloated girth, then pressed her lips, str uggling not to sob. She glanced up at Mala, who dabbed at her sweat with her own clothes. Cona knew what would happen next. gMala? h she said.

Before Mala could respond, everything had gone black, and Cona was again in the alien fs quarters. To her surprise, she was brought back to consciousness before being dismissed. S he awoke on a cool metal table, and trembled in fear of the small crowd of alien s collected around her, prodding her, and hissing to each other in their strange alien tongue. She groaned slightly as she noticed her nipples. They were visibly expanding and contracting now as they poured milk. Her front was completely soaked, the thin material pasted to her bloated body. She whimpered slightly as an alien reached down and tore the dress off her. There were more murmurs amongst the aliens, mor e gentle prodding of her abdomen. gShe is almost ready to feed her first batch, h said one alien to another. Her reac hed down and cupped Cona fs aerola, brushing his thumb against her nipple, causing her to yelp as it bulged out in response. In the center of her nipple, a pore h ad developed, looking like a smiling little mouth as it freely seeped milk. gGive her the treatment to prepare her for the hatching of her first eggs, h said the a lien, withdrawing his hand from Cona fs breast. Cona was left to watch as the aliens bustled about, gathering materials. She rub bed the sides of her large belly, moaning quietly to herself. gOh... h she groaned, at a strange twinge within her. She was left mostly ignored. The aliens returned, baring two new mechanical bugs. These ones resembled mosqui toes. Cona shivered as each was lowered to one of her nipples. The devices sat p erched atop them for a moment, before suddenly twitching, and in unison, plungin g their proboscis f into the pores on her nipples. Cona released a slight scream, but found there was no pain. The mosquitoes twitched their wings from time to ti me, but did nothing more. She stared in wonderment of what this horrid device wa s meant to do. Cona felt a new purple gown being pulled over her head. It was so strange. It wa s floor-length, long-sleeved, and low-cut. They dressed her like a princess or s omething. This dress seemed more formfitting than the others had been, probably because of her increasing size. It outlines her bulging belly button, puffy areo la, enlarged nipples, and even the strange creatures perched upon them. Cona wat ched one of the aliens raise its balled pointer finger, and suddenly she was bac k in the marble room, perched on the floor. Mala looked at her in surprise. gWhat happened? h

gUm, I don ft know. I guess... h Cona couldn ft continue. She was just too overwhelmed. Mala looked at her, and understood. To Cona fs surprise, the older girl embraced h er, or what she could of her. Cona could do little more than stare over her shou lder, at the marble walls. Despite her every-day increasing mass, Cona forced herself to walk around the ro om whenever she had the energy. Her gait had diminished to an awkward wobble, he r belly swinging back and forth as she struggled to haul it around. Her honeydew -sized breasts were perched atop it, round, full, and jiggling continuously. The mechanical mosquitoes did little more than twitch every now and then. In a matter of days, she had come to look overdue with triplets. Her belly was s tarting to get wider than she was. She was constantly feeling flustered and over heated, her body drenched in sweat. Mala tried to keep her spirits up, and Cona took to ignoring the rest of the frightened girls.

One day, she gave birth to another seven ostrich-egg sized goey masses. She stru ggled to have more, but her labor simply ended, to her frustration. Afterwards, she was just relieved that she wasn ft abducted to the alien fs quarters as she usua lly was. Panting and red, she regarded the eggs for a while, before they simple disappeared. They had been teleported, no doubt. Cona rubbed her bloated belly, not knowing what to think of it all. The more pregnant she became, the more hungry she felt. One day, in addition to her jugs of cream, there was a bucket of a strange gruel beside her. It was gray , and full of weird, slimy masses, looking like the most unappealing thing on th e planet, and off it. She poked her finger in, tasting it, and, to her surprise, it was delicious. It was early morning, and the other girls were still asleep. Cona got to her kne es and somehow hauled her bloated body over to Mala, urging her to have some, bu t the other woman simply refused. In the end, Cona simply ate it on her own, slu rping the gruel, gulping down the slimy masses, feeling her belly tighten, and t he masses within her twitch in contentment. When not eating, drinking, or giving birth, Cona tried to get some rest. She lea ned on a wall, rubbing her massive belly, not knowing why, just aware of how lar ge and imposing it was becoming. Then, suddenly, the mosquitoes acted. Cona shriek as both creatures suddenly launched something from their proboscis f, through her nipples, and into her breasts. Both then died and fell off her nippl es. In the meantime, her breasts bloated up, becoming completely round, and full , feeling like they might burst. Her nipples bulged out to the size of shot glas ses, both beginning to seep a pale purple substance that was thick ? like puddin g. Not the greenish thin fluid she was familiar with. Cona groaned in discomfort as her breasts became fuller and fuller, both gently popping out from over the collar of her low-cut dress. Her eyes were clenched in pain, but she was dimly aware as several aliens surrounded her, their balled po inted fingers raised. What was happening to her? Little did Cona know, her first eggs had just begun to hatch, the creatures with in them, ready to be fed.