A Hunger for Revenge

This is a work of adult fiction, and all characters, situations, and concepts are entirely imaginary. No actual cows, wolves, ferrets, or other creatures were harmed in the making of this story.

The following story contains scenes of both a sexual and violent nature. Many of the goings-on may be very disturbing, even to consenting adults. Scenes may contain any or all of the following: unbirthing, n/c nursing, vore, gratuitous lactation, and other weirdness. Proceed at your own risk and peril. If you are not sure you will be able to stomach it, please find something else to read.

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A Hunger for Revenge

By Rochndil

It was dark again, and cold. Lying awkwardly on the hard slab that served as both cot and treatment table, Elsa shivered quietly in the dark, waiting, not certain that the inevitable morning would be better, or worse, than the endless quiet of the long nights.

Finally, she must have fallen asleep again, for the harsh pop of the lights coming on startled and blinded her, so much that she nearly fell. A white-coated technician, as always backed up by two burly "assistants," entered her cell. The two restrained her, forcefully and efficiently, while the tech checked his paperwork.

"Subject 347-C," he dictated into his headset, "status nominal, proceeding with daily supplement and injection. Subject status remaining nominal, I recommend proceeding to stage 6." Never looking into her eyes, he removed two syringes from a small case on his belt, and injected the cloudy contents into her arm, leaving yet more marks to join those of, how many days was it? She couldn't remember anymore.

Finally, the three left, and she had once more only the company of the bare room, and the naked bulb overhead. Of course, she was forced to be naked as well, though her fur offered some protection. As usual, the shots made her groggy, but this passed fairly quickly. Once her head was clear again, she slowly put her hooves down on the floor and stood, stretching the aches from her muscles. Every morning, her one cleansing ritual, was to run through all that she could remember of her tai-chi routines, a class she had taken in another world, another life. As she exercised, she remembered the beginning.

Once, before all this, she had been a good, even a brilliant biochemistry student, so good, in fact, that she had been offered a lucrative internship with Kreig Pharmacology while still an undergraduate. How exciting it had been, at first! She had been given a lab of her own, funding and resources, all the support she had ever wanted to further her own research. And she had made progress! Nobody before had ever been so successful in the synthesis of artificial hormones, and it was all like a dream, until she accidentally read that Email. Her address had apparently been added to an upper management distribution list through a typo, and what she read made her blood run cold. All her research, all the research for this entire division, in fact, was a front for covert population control. They were going to use her work, not to save or better lives, but to turn innocent people into virtual zombies, slaves to their artificially modified hormonal systems.

Carefully, so very carefully, she had collected this evidence, planning to make a run to the government and blow the top off the whole corrupt mess, but she made one terrible mistake. It was her _own_ government running the shop! As soon as she blew the whistle, she was caught, and thrown down here, now nothing more than another test subject for the research that she herself had pioneered. The irony of the situation was not lost on her, but she still held on to hope. Her research was, at the point she was caught, still incomplete, and there were things about its potential that only she knew. Or so she hoped.

Panting softly, she finished her exercise routine, and took stock of her body and mind. The injections she had been receiving were (so far) directly in line with her early preparatory work, little more than body conditioning and hormonal and vitamin supplements. She was now in top shape, from horns to hooves, and was considerably stronger than they suspected. Bovines were built for strength as well as stamina, and she had plenty of both right now. What she needed was an opening, and, if they were really going to move her up to stage 6, that could be her big chance. If they had forgotten that she knew what would be in those shots. Before her breakfast arrived, she carefully sharpened her horns once more, deepening the well-worn groove in the shadow of the door.

The day passed as usual, meals, exercise, too much time to think, plan, and worry, but finally the night came again, and in the darkness she prayed to any deity that was listening for help in delivering herself from her prison.

***

On the morrow, the routine began as usual, and, yes! There were three syringes in his hand. They had moved her up to stage 6. She could only hope that they did not realize that she knew what was _in_ that third syringe, almost pure synthetic adrenaline. This was the best chance she'd ever have, she couldn't blow it now!

Very carefully, she shifted her position as she was restrained, making sure she had her balance and center of gravity right, before the injections were given. The fool even gave her the third shot first, letting it flow through her body while he injected the remaining two.

The burning, ready, high of the hormone slammed through her brain, and she acted almost faster than thought, putting her carefully laid plan into motion. A quick backward jerk of her head laid open the throat of the right-hand goon, her sharpened horn slicing through his flesh like air, while she jabbed her elbow hard into the crotch of the one standing on her right. As the two fell in slow motion, she rose to her full height, almost towering over the astounded technician, and smiled as she pulverized his throat with a solid thrust of her palm.

Taking no chances, she made sure that none of the three would be calling in any alarms, and looted the bodies thoroughly. In addition to much needed clothes, she also acquired a handful of passkeys, a dozen or so more hypos, and the technician's comset. She dressed in the technician's lab coat, since it was the only garment that came close to fitting her. Even so it was almost uncomfortably tight across her chest and hips, but she could still pass for normal as long as she didn't breathe too deeply. The comset took some adjusting to get a proper fit, but fit it did eventually. She made certain, however, that the mike was turned off.

She had only a vague idea where she was being kept, but was fairly sure it was in the same complex where she had worked previously.

Thinking quickly, she decided to inject herself with all of the remaining doses of supplements, since none of them should be harmful, even in such a high dosage, and she would probably need any slight advantage she could get. Some of the coding on the vials was unfamiliar to her, but she didn't stop to worry, certain that she would either make it out, or die in the attempt - she had nothing to lose! After the nausea passed, she did feel stronger, and ready to take on the world!

Wearing the crisp white coat and her best professional manner, for all that she was wearing no underwear, she carefully peeked into the hallway. Clear! Another break. She quietly closed the door and briskly stepped down to the elevator, pressing the call button and using a stolen passkey to activate it.

Her reflection in the polished steel door was strangely unfamiliar to her, but she had no time to ponder why as the car arrived. Entering smoothly, she instinctively pushed the floor number where her office had been located, hoping against hope that she was in the same building, and that it was still there. Nothing happened on the way, and the car sped quietly to her chosen floor without incident. When the door opened, she almost fainted in relief! It was the right building, although the wrong end. She would have quite a gauntlet to travel to reach the dubious safety of her office, but she decided that it was worth the chance to get access to her lab and notes.

Again moving briskly, her hooves clopped with solid authority on the marble floor as she made that long walk. A few researchers were in early (a quick glance at a convenient wall clock indicated that the time was 7:47 AM) and one even passed right by her, but none of them paid her any mind, clad as she was in the uniform of "belonging." At last she reached her door, and although her name had been removed, her combination still worked.

As she closed the door with relief, she heard a cold voice behind her, "Can I help you?"

Turning slowly, she put on her best brittle professional smile, and said, "I'm sure you can." Looking over the owner of the voice, she almost lost her composure in a fit of the giggles, because the speaker was barely old enough to be in college, let alone here!

Acting on inspiration, she slowly walked towards him, taking a deep breath which helped to tease open her lab coat, almost (but not quite) letting him get a glimpse of what she _wasn't_ wearing under it.

"I've got a real problem sir," she said slowly, "but I'm sure you can help me with it. You see," she slipped her coat off one shoulder, baring much of her left breast, as she continued, "I have a serious swelling that I think you should examine."

She had him! He was practically drooling on his desk. Students were all the same, especially the males. He sputtered a few things, and stood up suddenly, banging his knees against the underside of the desk. While he was bent over rubbing his knee, she took the opportunity to step closer to him, allowing her coat to open completely. By the time he stood up again, she was so close that his hair tickled across her bare nipple. Smiling at his helpless stare, she carefully took his head in her hands and pressed his face firmly into her cleavage. Wrapping her arms tight, she literally smothered him between her breasts. It wasn't long before he began to shake from asphyxiation, and then slumped to the floor, unconscious. She made certain that he was tied and gagged securely enough not to call for help any time soon, and then searched his pockets.

Success! She secured his car keys and wallet (Timothy Williams was his name, apparently), as well as another pass-key. She sat down at her old computer screen, and only then, in the reflection from the monitor, did she stop and take a good look at herself. A lot had changed for her in the time she had been imprisoned. From a gawky little heifer she had matured into quite the matron, her body filled out and grown into the peak of health. Even the dark brown patches in her creamy fur looked more vivid and alive than she had ever seen before. No wonder he had been so overcome! Mama's little girl had grown up, and out.

Coming back from her brief reverie, she quickly used his computer, already logged in, to search for her records and notes. Most of it had been deleted and moved, but her hidden directory was still there, and she quickly made backups of all the data she could find. She also took a quick inventory of the lab, and determined, that there were several complete doses for stages 6 right through 10. Gathering them and some other necessary equipment together, including a convenient laptop, she planned her next move. Riffling through his wallet, she learned his name, address, and, on his insurance card, even the kind of automobile he drove! She was on her way at last.

***

The journey down to the parking garage was a bit hair raising, as was the search for his vehicle, but even burdened as she was by the large sample case and laptop, she didn't look out of place, and was ignored. Finally behind the wheel, and out past the automatic gate, she gunned the engine, and headed away from Kreig, though it once had held such hope for her.

"I don't have much time," she thought, "before someone finds those bodies and traces this car. If I make a quick run into his apartment for supplies, and then ditch the car, I should be able to disappear." As she wove quickly through the early morning traffic to the apartment complex of her "benefactor," she considered what she needed most, and first. Food, clothes, and cash were her top priorities. Noticing how seedy the neighborhood she was heading into had grown, she also had an idea of how to considerably muddy the waters.

She parked calmly at his building, and walked up and let herself into his place. For a student, it wasn't bad. He obviously had money from somewhere. The furnishings were simple, but well made, and he had the full complement of electronics. Unfortunately, his cupboard was very representative of his bachelor status, and she found very little to eat. What she did find, amazingly enough, were some clothes that almost fit, and a very nondescript carry-all to stash her loot in. He even had a decent quantity of cash hidden in his sock drawer. On the way out she nearly passed over the greatest find, a tiny pocket computer, practically new, mostly hidden in kitchen chair beneath a load of dirty laundry. She grabbed this prize, and shoved it carefully in her bag.

On the way out, she made certain that the door did not latch completely, almost guaranteeing that the apartment would be robbed thoroughly within the hour. Jumping back into the car, she drove to a service station in a really sleazy area of the city, and taking her bags into the bathroom, she left the car with the engine running. Not five minutes later she heard it speed away, and was once more on her own hooves. "First things first," she thought, "breakfast!"

A small diner was only a few blocks away, and she caused little notice when she slipped in. Catching up an only slightly greasy newspaper on the way to her table, she caught up on all the local news while she ate; eggs and grits, both greasy and overdone. If the date on the paper was correct, she had been a prisoner for about a month and a half, and the rest of the world was much as she had left it, or as it had left her. A melancholy mood settled over her as she sat at the dark corner table in the dingy diner. She was alone, hunted (or soon would be), nearly broke, and with little prospect for improvement on any of these issues. Whatever happened, there had to be some way she could survive and make the bastards pay, she decided, whatever the cost might be to her. She made a silent vow and a promise not to give up, and slowly thought about possibilities. There had to be a way...

***

Just over a month later, Elsa was a very different person. Life on the streets was never easy, but despite some of the things she had been forced to do, she had survived. All of the ties that could link her to the corporation had been disposed of, pawned, consumed, or simply thrown in the river. No reports of her escape or subsequent criminal activity were ever reported in the papers, but she was certain that they were still looking for her, covertly.

She had died her fair coat black, and taken to walking the streets, since that was the most lucrative avenue open to her. Strangely, her appetite for sex seemed to have increased enormously with each passing week, even after she had finished all of the hormonal enhancements. She had not wasted any time before studying the research notes that she herself had begun, and some of the directions they implied frightened her, especially since many of those substances were even now flowing through her veins. Other than her health and stamina, and carefully-toned strength, nothing unusual had happened to her, but she was still worried.

Over time she had gradually settled into a life of a sort at a dirty little motel called the "Pine Rest," using one of the rooms to entertain her "clients" as well as for herself. It wasn't as bad as it could be; the cops left her alone, and she had even made some friends among the "girls" by using her physiological knowledge to help them when she could. No other medical help was ever available down here!

Tuesday night was always a bit slow for business, thought she had no idea why. Even as striking a figure as she cut these days, with her jet black coloring and tight red clothing, so far this evening she had come up empty. Near her favorite corner she caught sight of Jemmy, a lovely slender antelope, who was probably the closest thing she had to a friend these days. Jemmy usually got all the ones who liked "young" girls, though that was just an act, she'd been in the business a lot longer than most.

"Hey girl," she called out, "wanna have a good time?"

Grinning, Jemmy turned and struck a pose, saying in her best bedroom voice, "I'm more woman than you could handle, girly-girl!"

The two held their composure for several heartbeats, before they were overcome by the giggles. "How are you doing girlfriend," Jemmy asked, "I haven't seen you in a week or more."

"I was laying low," Elsa replied, "after that pimp tried to 'recruit' me, and I had to 'persuade' him otherwise, I thought it would be a good idea to stay out of sight for a little."

"He was a bad piece of road, and no doubt," Jemmy agreed. "I think the cops picked him up, one of the patrol officers is sweet on Honey, you know that sweet little bunny with the funky hair? Anyways, I think when he heard that she'd been roughed up he made a special effort to bust the jerk. It's nice to have the cops on our side once in a while, y'know?"

Elsa nodded, she'd had to do her share of "community service" to keep from getting busted. At least the cops usually bathed regularly, unlike some of her less savory clients.

"Did you ever hear back from your brother, Elsa asked, "I know you wrote him a letter."

"Yes, oh you don't know! He wrote me back right away! He didn't tell the folks, of course, but he's going to come out here in a week or two to visit, maybe even talk about a way to get me home. It's been such a long time since I've seen him..." Trailing off, Jemmy smiled, and was quickly back to her normal self.

"That's great news!" Elsa hugged her soundly, "Any chance to get out of here is a good one. I know you and your parents have some big issues, but if your bro can help you get home, maybe even into a real job, you may yet beat the odds, girl."

Jemmy smiled, and nodded. "Heck, it'll be good just to see some family again. Last time I saw Steve he was about knee-high to a grasshopper."

Before Elsa could reply, a dark sedan pulled up to the curb and honked. The two ladies sauntered over, leaning down to make window-shopping easy.

"You gents looking for a good time?" queried Jemmy, slowly gliding her hand across Elsa's breast. Elsa didn't mind, they'd played this game before, even for those that just liked to watch. She slowly licked her lips, her broad tongue never failing to get some kind of reaction.

"Just the dark one," a deep and lightly accented voice replied, "For the night, my place."

Elsa smiled, and leaned down, resting her cleavage upon the half open window. "Two bills, and I hope you can keep up, stud."

She smiled and winked at Jemmy when the lock clicked open. Carefully mouthing "Catch you later," she climbed into the car. Her carefully built composure, however, was nearly shattered when she recognized the driver! He was one of the security guards from Kreig!

Being very careful not to let her startlement show on her face (she had learned quickly how to put on her "professional" mask), she smiled and did the usual, pulling her skirt up and her top down, making certain that he would have plenty of other things to think about now.

He responded just as she hoped; his hand accidentally "wandered" over between her legs, and she gave it a good and thorough squeeze between her darkly furred thighs. She returned the favor, slipping her hand carefully into his lap, making sure not to excite him so much as to cause an accident!

The trip was not a long one, and by the time they reached his apartment, she had most of his hand firmly in her panties, and headed deeper. It was all part of the game, but this time the stakes were high. If she could get him to bed before he became suspicious, she might be able to learn something useful about the company through "pillow talk".

Traveling up the elevator, she pressed him to the wall, rubbing her body hard against his, making certain once more that he had no time for higher thought. As they left the car, she took a deep breath, and three of the carefully tuned snaps on her halter top popped apart, revealing the depths of her cleavage and most of her red lace brassiere (she had practiced that move in a mirror for days to get it just right). After he recovered the keys he dropped, they entered his apartment. She'd been in worse places, but it was still a dump.

"Have a drink?" he asked.

Although she didn't enjoy alcohol, she rarely turned such offers down, as it invariably insulted the client. He mixed up some scotch at a small bar (the neatest thing in the apartment she noted), and when he raised his glass to her, and said "Cheers," she drank automatically. There was a funny aftertaste, but she didn't pay it much heed.

Drinking done, she slowly walked over to him, and ran her fingers through his thick fur. "Not bad looking for a wolf," she thought, "I might yet enjoy this."

Finally, for the first time, she kissed him, and didn't move away when his hands slid up her legs, underneath her miniskirt, and grasped the full globes of her ass. She ground herself into him as the kiss continued, slipping her tongue into his mouth, and teasingly playing with his sharp white teeth.

Breaking off, she smiled and said, "Why don't you get ready, and I'll slip into something more comfortable?" She headed for what was obviously the bathroom, and slowly undressed before the mirror. Her breasts were strangely tender, and she might have ignored that too, if her sharp eye had not caught a tiny fleck of white against her dark black fur. Looking closer, she realized that it was a droplet of fluid, leaking from her breast! Putting two and two together, she realized that her "host" had been dipping into the company's products somehow. Prolactin was an easy hormone to synthesize, and apparently that was what he'd dosed her with.

"Son of a bitch!" she thought, and then giggled at the pun. "Well," she said quietly, "I've done weirder and more dangerous things than play wetnurse. Guess I'll go give the big bad breakfast in bed."

Totally nude now, she slowly opened the bathroom door, leaving herself backlit for maximum effect. In shadow the dark contours of her body were more mysterious than ever, and that was yet another useful trick she had learned.

As she slowly stalked into the bedroom, her hips and tail swaying in the oldest dance, she saw him spread upon the unmade bed, also nude, and quite ready. She was impressed, in all her time "working," she'd never seen a male so well endowed for his relatively slim stature. For some reason, the sight of him there was _really_ turning her on and she felt a strange sensation, not just of arousal, but almost a hunger.

"Well well," she said huskily, "you are a big bad wolf at that. Good thing I'm not a little piggy." She approached him slowly, and as he raised his hand, she pressed it to her breast. When a trickle of milk was expressed by the pressure, she leaned lower, pressing his hand harder into her breast, and asked quietly, "Hungry?"

He didn't bother to reply as the warm milk sprayed all over his face and chest, white droplets caught in his grey fur. His long tongue rolled out, and he quickly lapped up the spilled milk, and then forcefully grasping her breast with both hands, he pulled her down to his mouth to suck.

She winced a bit at his roughness, and again when his sharp canines caught at her nipple, but soon began to enjoy herself. Nursing was a different feeling, but not a bad one, really. The tingling in her nipple, the warm fullness in her breast, sent twinges all throughout her body, and she could feel her moisture slowly dripping down her thighs. She reached her hand out, and stroked her fingertips slowly along his shaft. Moaning around his mouthful, he arched his back to press harder against her.

Taking the hint, she carefully climbed on top of him, and then ever so slowly lowered herself to just tickle his shaft with her lush pubic hair, gently stroking up and down, while he continued to ravage her breast. Finally, her arousal got the better of her, and she impaled herself upon him! She almost passed out from the sensation, for some reason (probably the hormones, the analytical part of her brain opined) the sensation was far more intense than she had ever felt before.

She started to ride him slowly, but quickly lost control of herself, and slammed mercilessly against him, her still swollen breasts bouncing and leaking against her chest, as she climbed higher and higher toward orgasm. Unfortunately, as usually happened, he came first, and although she moaned slightly at the feeling of increased fullness, she still was not satisfied.

Fortunately for her, he didn't either tie or become limp, remaining hard and rigid inside her. Leaning lower over him, she ground her spurting breasts into his chest, her whole body writhing upon him, and got a little closer, but could never quite reach the peak she sought. He came again, and a third time, while still she strained, playing all her tricks, squeezing and twisting with her vaginal muscles, stroking herself as she rode him, even forcing the milk from her breasts to rain down upon his straining body, but nothing fully satisfied her.

Finally, after the fourth time, he actually passed out, and slipped out of her, limp and spent. She was frantic now, beyond reason, and _had_ to have satisfaction. She gazed at his exhausted and dripping body for several moments, desperate, and then inspiration struck.

Without even thinking, she whipped herself around, and planted her sopping and achingly empty pussy on his face, the long tapered shape of his muzzle being almost what she needed. Rocking back and forth, her body slowly spread wider, settling down around his face, and finally she could feel herself climbing the last hill.

She didn't even pause as she felt his head slip slowly deeper into her now impossibly wide vagina, more and more of him sliding in until her drooling nether lips were wrapped tight about his neck. Fear, worry, and good sense had all fled her, leaving only her unstoppable desire. The sight of his head completely engulfed by her body spurred her to even greater efforts. Throwing her legs wide, she hooked her hands beneath his armpits, and _pulled_ him into herself with all her strength!

Moaning in pain and pleasure both, she felt her belly swell suddenly, and squeeze, as her internal muscles came into play on their own. As an enormous contraction rolled through her, and her lips opened wide, smacking themselves upon his shoulders. Again, and again, her belly slowly swelled as he moved deeper and deeper into her vagina, and finally she saw his shoulders disappear between her thighs, and felt him finally filling the aching emptiness inside her. Over and over again she strained, each massive contraction making her belly swell ever larger, until it towered over her.

She lost all track of time, lost her mind even, and was purely an animal, focused only on satisfying her need, her lust, and filling herself full. Finally, as his toes crawled in slow spasms up her thighs and between her lips, as they slipped completely inside her, the orgasm she had been chasing for so long exploded through her body, wave after wave, until she finally passed out.

***

Waking slowly, Elsa carefully rubbed her head, for it felt like she had a hangover. For a moment, she couldn't remember where she was, but when she tried to sit up, she remembered quickly as the enormous swell of her belly made it nearly impossible to move.

"Mother of mercy!" she exclaimed, "Is that all me? No, of course not, that's all him, I think. How is it _possible_ that I could," she struggled for a word, "swallow someone like that?"

She slowly ran her fingers over her huge and taut belly, the contours of her sudden guest clearly visible through her tightly stretched skin. "I can't believe it," she said wonderingly, "but who can argue with results?"

Whatever else she might have said was lost, however, when she was overcome by an irresistible need to pee. Moving slowly, both because of her hugely increased bulk and awkwardness, and because any small motion pressed even harder on her already painful bladder, she carefully got to her hooves, and took tiny unbalanced steps across to the bathroom.

Fitting through the narrow door wasn't easy, but fortunately she had left the light on, as usual, and she could at least see where she was going, if not where her hooves were. After taking care of her most immediate needs, she paused to look at herself in the mirror. She was a sight! Her belly was now wider than she was, and projected at least three feet before her. If not for her considerable strength, she was quite certain that she would have been able to rise from the bed at all.

While staring, amazed, at the mirror, she felt a strange warmth roll through her body, starting in her belly, and then spreading outward. Not quite like an orgasm, this was both more general and more intense, weakening her knees such that she was forced to grab the vanity to avoid falling to the floor. The warm rush was followed by a squeezing sensation, and saw a massive contraction slowly roll across her belly, from bottom to top. This too felt different somehow, and as she watched in the mirror, she could see clearly what came next. All across her belly, huge veins sprang up beneath her skin with a creaking, groaning sound. They quickly laced themselves up her chest to her breasts, which began to throb in time with her heartbeat.

Almost before she could react, her breasts suddenly swelled at least three cup sizes! The contractions continued to ripple and churn across her belly, each one forcing an involuntary groan out of her. She could see the massive veins pulsing in time, pumping into her breasts, until they suddenly could take no more, and began spraying twin streams into the sink.

Every contraction, every heartbeat, pumped more and more through her body, faster and faster, until even with the streams spraying hard from her burning nipples her breasts once more began to expand, and the combined sensations took her legs from under her, and she fell.

Unable to move, breathe, or even think, she lay shaking and helpless upon the floor, as the pumping continued. Finally, after some time had passed, the stream slowed to a trickle, and stopped. By this time, of course, the floor was soaked, as was she.

Sitting up gingerly, she looked down at her breasts, now nearly returned to a normal size, but still aching and tender, her nipples beet red and burning. The milk veins too were almost gone, but the most amazing thing was her belly. It had moved back down from the size of the hindenburg to barely the size of a beach ball, making her look only pregnant, not diseased.

Climbing carefully to her feet, she looked to the mirror, saying quietly, "What have I become?"

That image, of her with one arm outstretched, staring in the mirror with mixed horror and fascination, was on her mind for many days. At the time, however, she quickly realized that she had best get lost (again) as quickly as possible.

She gathered up her discarded clothes, and did her best to put them back on. Her top wasn't too bad, although a bit tight, and her raw and aching breasts protested every slight movement. The real difficulty, however, was her skirt, which refused to even try and encompass her greatly expanded waistline.

Finally, after some moments of futile struggle, she gave up and stuffed it and her panties into her purse. Being careful to smudge any fingerprints she may have left, she did a quick search of his bedroom, and in a closet found some sweatpants that could just barely stretch around her swollen belly.

She disturbed as little as she could, but took a few moments to search his bedroom. His wallet was handy, so she took a portion of the wad of cash it contained, but only slightly more than she would have normally charged.

"Y'know," she mused to herself, "I should charge him double, or more. After all, I guarantee he's never experienced anything like that before." Her stomach gave a low rumble, and tightened just a little bit more. "Or will again."

On her way out, she checked the bar, but could find no sign of what he had dosed her with, or even any indication of its form. If it had been some form of pill, it would be very difficult to locate without real searching, and she couldn't afford that kind of time.

Somehow, she made it out of the apartment unnoticed. She walked a few blocks away, and then caught a cab to a location a few blocks from her room, and walked from there. The exercise seemed to help clear her head, and even though her piecemeal outfit caused a few odd looks, nobody paid much attention.

Finally home, she quickly stripped off her clothes, and stepped into the shower. The hot water hammered its way through her plush coat, sluicing away all the smells and trauma of the evening. At last, totally exhausted, she collapsed into bed.

***

Morning came a little later than usual that day, and when Elsa finally began to stir, the sun was already high in the sky. As she stretched and tried to roll out of bed, the events of the previous evening came back to her quite suddenly, when her heavy belly threatened to dump her on the floor!

Slowly sitting up, her belly resting between her spread legs, she stared at it in wonder. She ran one hand across its smooth curve. Unlike early last night, there was no shape discernable, and the skin was smooth and round. Pressure was quickly met with resistance, although still there was no sign of any body or other shape.

Both a bit frightened personally, and professionally fascinated, she wished that she had access to an ultrasound machine, or even an X-ray. All scientific curiosity aside, however, she was amazed at how well, overall she felt. For some reason her overly full belly felt terriffic, and the soreness had left her breasts, replaced by a warm sense of fullness. Experimentation prooved that she was still lactating, but on a much more moderate scale.

As she absently stroked her belly, certain aspects of her predicament began to suggest possibilities to her that she had not considered before. Eventually, however, she was forced to rise and perform her morning rituals.

Dressing was quite challenging, because not only did none of her tops fit correctly, since apparently the lactation had caused her to gain at least a cup size overnight, but her tremendous belly mad it quite imposible to wear any of her normal clothes. Finally she located a pair of shorts that could be belted about her waist beneath the projection of her belly. This did nothing to hide her condition, but one thing she had learned was, "if you've got it, flaunt it!"

On the way out the door, Elsa realized that she hadn't had any breakfast, but she didn't feel at all hungry. She decided that the first thing she needed was new clothes, and headed straight to the thrift store. Although the selection was erratic, there was much less likelihood she would be spotted there.

Before long, she had gotten the knack of walking with all that extra mass around her middle without waddling. Her legs were fine, but balance and inertia had to be learned all over again! Still, it was fun to strike a pose and make the females blanch and the males ogle.

Her shopping expedition was a mixed success, but she had managed to locate several of the items that fit with her new ideas, most notably a heavy-duty nursing brassiere, and a variety of pregnant smocks. There were quite a few kinky males out there, that might find her current "look" unique.

She tried everything on, and practiced making the most of her new shape. By the time she had the routine down, it was early evening, and only then did she realize that she still hadn't eaten anything. "Except," she thought, "maybe I did." Checking closely, her tummy did seem to be just a little smaller, and she decided that was one mystery explained.

As the sun slowly settled into the west, the red rays touched upon her as she dressed carefully in her nursing bra, white panties, and a creamy skin-tight spandex dress. Thus prepared for the hunt, she set out to work.

***

Edward had a problem. A big one. "What am I going to do?" he thought to himself, "and just how did I get myself backed into this corner?" It had all started easily enough, just the usual kidding around in the office with his coworkers. Then he had gone and opened his big mouth. He had known better than to try bragging about his sexual exploits, but ego and bravado had driven him on. And now here he was, cruising the slums after dark, scared half to death.

As he rolled to a stop at the corner of 5th and Broad, a woman slowly sauntered towards him. As she walked, her hand slowly trced the generous curves of her breat, and then settled down onto what appeared to be a hugely pregnant belly. She leaned over into his window, ber breasts squashed against her full belly, and after licking her lips slowly, she asked one simple question, "Hey baby, are you feeling hungry?"

Whatever glib line he had planned fled immediately from Edward's head, and he simply stared slack-jawed at her. Apparently taking that expression for an invitation, she smoothly opened the door, and climbed into the passenger seat. She directed him to proceed around the corner, and swallowing his heart back down, he simply nodded.

As he turned into a parking space at some grungy motel, he turned and asked her in wonder, "Are you really pregnant," he finally managed, "or is that some kind of fake?"

She leaned over, and grabbed his hand. Pressing it slowly along her inner thigh and then up over the round curve of her belly, under her tight dress, she asked, "Does that feel fake to you?"

Gulping audibly, Edward replied, "N-No Ma'am." The heat of her body was amazing, yet she didn't seem to feel at all uncomfortable.

Smiling again, she slowly returned his hand along the same route, leaning over in the process and brushing her heavy breasts against his forearm. "I'm glad we've settled that, Honey," she replied, "because I'm not in this business to argue." Story not finished yet!

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