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Sara pushed the shopping cart almost aimlessly as she wandered up and down the aisles of the grocery store, on the hunt for something that couldn’t be bought or found on any of the shelves. The perky, pregnant blonde was looking for someone, though she didn’t know who, not yet anyway. But if she found them, she was sure to know, and then the hunt would really get interesting. Sara absentmindedly put one hand on her belly as she used her other to steer the cart around an end cap and down another aisle, letting her instincts guide her.
Ever since Sara had consumed those wonderful, delicious eggs that Megan birthed, a product of, what Sara could only imagine as, a night of wild, crazed sex with Lindsey, the young blonde had an insatiable appetite. From the moment she woke to the time her mind slipped into sleep, sex was her primary and almost sole motivator. Before her encounter with those mutagenic eggs, Sara was an incredibly horny girl most days, but was able to live a fairly normal life, if not a little promiscuous at times. Once those eggs made their way into her system, it was as if her sexual inhibitors were wiped away. Her sexual cravings weren’t helped by the fact that for the past week, she had a permanent, and very unique, change to her genitals.
Megan and Lindsey warned Sara that consuming too many of their eggs, or consuming them too rapidly, might lead to some very lasting changes to her body. In spite of, and in fact because of that warning, Sara drank three eggs in a roughly 24 hour period, and was left with a seemingly permanent penis, one that had been with her for the last week. Unlike a normal penis, Sara’s resided inside of her until she decided to use it, or was aroused enough to have it begin to emerge on its own. The more she experimented with it, and the more she pushed her cock out of her womb, and out of her vaginal canal, the easier it became. She had begun to be able to do it almost on command, bearing down and forcing the monster dick out of her body when she desired, getting it erect and ready for action with a little physical touch and erotic thoughts.
At first birthing her cock was a little painful, her vagina stretching to accommodate such a large and girthy member, though it was never unpleasant. Sara likened it to the sting of being penetrated by a well-endowed partner; a bit shocking to the system at first but as it goes on, her body would get used to it and the discomfort would melt away into pleasure. Now, after being with her new member for the span of a week, the discomfort was all but gone, and each time she pushed her cock baby out of her pussy, the entire process filled her body with leg-quivering pleasure.
The young blonde had been experimenting with her new body, taking a leave of absence from her bland, office insurance job to figure herself and her new changes out. If she was incredibly aroused, usually by watching porn or thinking back on her sexual encounters with Megan and Lindsey, or both together, her cock would eventually emerge from her womb on its own, forcing her to bear down on it, sliding out of her fully erect and ready for action. It’s rigid and rock hard flesh would glide along her clit as it slid out from her, the ridges and ripples of veins rubbing against her button causing pleasure to arc through her lower half. If she wasn’t fully aroused (which was rarer and rarer by the day), she could bear down and push, birthing her cock in a flaccid state, letting the member dangle from her lower lips until she had become horny enough or massaged herself sufficiently to become erect, taking a bit of time as the behemoth cock filled and swelled to its full size.
For the last week, Sara must have ejaculated easily over fifty times, if not more. As she masturbated herself in new and exciting ways each day, her supply of cum seemed to be endless, or at least incredibly abundant. Her belly would grow bigger and fuller the longer she went without a release, as if her cum was building up inside of her womb. When she would birth her she-cock, she did so without testicles, and in combination with her swelling stomach, assumed they had to be internal, if she had any at all. The longer she went without a release the thicker and more gelatinous her cum would get too, though it was never a problem ejaculating it as her penile urethra was absolutely massive, big enough to stick a finger or two into easily. She had, in fact, birthed a clutch of eggs through that very same urethra the night she was given her glorious new gift, which certainly stretched and gaped to accommodate their not so diminutive size.
It had been close to twelve hours since Sara milked her cock and released her seed, and her stomach now looked like a woman seven or eight months pregnant. Even after a release, she still had quite the tummy, her ‘male’ genitals coiled up inside her womb, giving her a permanent pregnant look no matter what she did. But it didn’t bother her much, all things considered, since the sensations illegal bahis she felt with her new cock made any bodily changes seem insignificant in comparison. In fact, her newfound permanent pregnancy made her breasts much larger than the small, perky ones she once had, and thickened her already voluptuous thighs and ass to a new degree of sexiness, her curves fully enhanced and on display now.
Sara could feel her breasts jiggle and her ass sway as she continued patrolling the aisles of the grocery store, letting her instincts guide her along. She no longer seemed to have any sexual desire towards men, as if that part of her brain had been shut off and darkened since her transformation. And even her appetite for women changed a bit, finding motherly-type females to be irresistible, wide hips and thick thighs making her more aroused than anything. Of course she found other women attractive too, but she noticed her drive leaning more towards mom bodies, even when they weren’t quite the standard definition of beauty.
Today, after a week of solo playtime, Sara craved the touch of another woman. Rather than try to go to a bar or club to try and pick someone up, she went to where she knew she could find a whole variety of mom-bodied women; the grocery store. The blonde kept wandering, slowly and purposefully, down another aisle, tossing a loaf of bread into her cart to keep up the illusion that she was just a pregnant woman out shopping. Her cart had accumulated a few items to help with her ruse, somewhat random but also within the realm of believability to not arise any suspicions.
Sara noticed another strange development over the past week in regards to her sense of smell as well, and was able to pick up subtleties in the way a woman’s pheromones smelled. Her nose could seemingly let her know if a woman was fertile, something her newfound lust for mother’s and women with mom bodies corroborated with, at least in her mind. The consumption of Megan and Lindsey’s egg had changed her not only physically but mentally, altering her sex drive to focus on excellent reproductive mates rather than pure physical attraction alone. Though, Sara thought to herself, it certainly would be preferable if *both* fell into line together; a sexy, fertile woman who she could enjoy her time with AND spread her seed.
As she rounded yet another aisle, her nose and sexual desires guiding her, she caught the whiff of something, or someone, that piqued her interest. Near the middle of the potato chip aisle she spotted a woman with an absolutely enormous ass, pear shaped, with thick thighs and wide hips, dressed in a casual pair of black leggings and a form fitting tee. The woman walked about twenty feet ahead of Sara, and though she couldn’t see her face, the woman’s body sparked something inside her, her heartbeat beginning to face a bit as her excitement built. Each large ass cheek jiggled and bounced as the woman slowly walked, both of them round and appearing supple looking, delicious inside of their skin-tight pants. The woman’s brunette hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail and Sara guessed she was likely in her mid to late thirties, though she couldn’t tell for sure.
Sara got closer, not trying to get the woman’s attention just yet, and as she did, she inhaled deeply through her nose, taking in the woman’s scent, even from a fair distance. It was a powerful aroma, one that hit Sara hard as she sniffed, her eyes fluttering closed as she breathed in deep. It was a musky, almost earthy smell, absolutely intoxicating and pleasurable to Sara’s senses, and she instinctively sensed how heightened the woman’s fertility was by her scent. A quick glance into her cart told Sara that she was probably a mother, with a variety of fruit snacks, cookies, pudding cups, and other sweets mixed in with the standard grocery fare. As Sara examined the woman, both with her nose and visually, she couldn’t help but feel strange about the whole situation.
The predatory nature of what she was doing bubbled up into her thoughts, and she couldn’t help but feel a bit like a creep. Here she was, pretending to shop, searching the grocery store for a suitable woman to fuck, impregnate, and spread her condition to others. She was a smart woman, and knew that this change in her sexual desires was fulfilling a need the mutation her body experienced needed. It wanted her to change, to keep devouring eggs until it was permanent, and now that it was, it wanted her to spread it more, to sow her seeds in other women so they could birth eggs and repeat the cycle again. Sara studied a fair bit of biology in college, and knew a bit about parasitic entities, taking hold of their hosts’ brains, altering their behaviors, all in an effort to infect others and reproduce.
The sensation of being used and coerced by her newfound condition, her cock-baby that lurked inside of her womb, made her a bit uncomfortable. She could feel her cheeks grow flush, a cold sweat seeping in, her brow dampening illegal bahis siteleri and her armpits getting wet with nervousness as she slowly crept the cart forward. Was this all her body, her symbiotic relationship with this parasitic mutation, driving her to do what she was hoping to do today? Was it her cock’s own desire to inseminate as many fertile female wombs it could, to give others the same condition, the same sex drive, the same—
“But think of how good her pussy will feel wrapped around your cock!” Sara jumped a little in surprise as a familiar voice spoke up into her head; her voice in fact. Ever since she first experimented with the eggs, a second voice, her voice but somehow not her own, spoke up from time to time as an encouraging force. Sara did her best to ignore it usually, but unfortunately for her it often spoke a deep, underlying truth, and this time was no different. “You know you would LOVE to fuck that pussy…”
Sara let out a heavy sigh, and knew the voice—her voice—was right. She really wanted to fuck this woman’s pussy.
“I know, I hate grocery shopping alone too,” a voice said, this time from outside of Sara’s head. She looked up from her daze, and saw the woman in front of her had turned around and was smiling pleasantly at her. “My hubby seems to think I’m the only one capable of doing it.”
“I’m sorry, I uh—” Sara stammered, taken aback by the woman, now seeing her face for the first time.
Sara’s guess seemed accurate, she was likely in her early thirties indeed, and very attractive, though maybe not in a completely traditional way. She had a slender, small face with a small nose, which only accentuated her large, green eyes even more so. Her smile was genuine and pretty, and though her teeth were bright and white, she was a little bucktoothed, her front teeth splayed slightly, but not in unattractive way in the slightest. Her brown hair was a bit messy, pulled back into a loose ponytail, and Sara could tell that without the hair tie, it would probably come down just to her shoulders. She didn’t wear any makeup and her cheeks were a bit red in places, looking to be from a mild case of rosacea, Sara thought to herself. Flaws and all, she was remarkably pretty, and Sara couldn’t help but be attracted to her.
“Oh no no no!” The woman said, her cheeks getting more rosy as she spoke. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying to—I heard you sigh, is all! I assumed you weren’t happy being here.”
“Please don’t be sorry, I was daydreaming hun! You caught me off guard,” Sara said warmly, checking the woman out up and down as best she could. She was very appealing, Sara thought, as she took in the shape of her body from the front. She had the weight and build of a mother, of a woman who spends a lot of time caring for her children and not for herself, but if she did, would be stunning. The brunette woman was slightly pudgy in places, with a small tummy, and smaller breasts that seemed perky. Even from the front, Sara could tell how pear shaped she was, her hips wide and her tights gripping her crotch hard, giving her the faintest impression of a cameltoe.
“Shove your nose in and smell it…” Sara’s internal monologue announced, almost demanding. The pregnant blonde ignored it as best she could, for now anyway, as much as she DID want to smell the woman’s cooch.
“Okay, good,” the woman said, her cheeks still red but her giggling easing the awkward tension that lingered in the air originally. “I wasn’t trying to offend or anything.”
“Don’t even worry, not offended at all hun,” Sara said, putting a hand on her belly instinctually, as if doing it would get the woman to—
“How far along are you?” the woman asked, falling right into where Sara wanted her. The trap was set and sprung and now the horny blonde needed to play it right, and if she did, she could soon be shoving more than just her nose in the pear-shaped woman’s crotch.
“Thirty six weeks on Tuesday,” Sara replied, giving her the line she had rehearsed in her head as she patrolled the grocery store.
“That’s so exciting! Is it your first? Boy or girl, or are you keeping it a secret?” The woman asked, now completely turned around from her cart after pushing it off to the side of the aisle to make room for any would be passerby.
“My first, and it’s a boy! A big, healthy boy!” Sara said, her smile widening as she did. “Do you have any kids yourself?”
“Oh I do, two; a boy and a girl, five and three!” The woman said, beaming with joy as she spoke about her kids. “They’re a handful, but I gotta do what I gotta do, with or without hubby’s help!”
“At least you have someone who can help,” Sara said, calculating her words but finding them spilling from her mouth faster than she could process them. “I’m just lucky I’ll have my parents around when I finally pop.”
“Oh no, I’m so sorry,” the woman said, frowning and making an almost exaggerated upset face. “I can’t even imagine how difficult it is, doing all this canlı bahis siteleri alone,” she said, motioning to Sara and the store around them.
“I get by, it can be tough but what can you do, you know?” Sara said, still cradling her baby bump, still basking in the scent of the woman’s pheromones and body. Her aroma was intoxicating, so fertile and erotic, the scent of a woman who bore children and would be a prime candidate for more. Sara could smell the musky pussy between her legs, her scent strong and sensual, and would do almost anything to be able to smell it in the flesh and up close.
“Absolutely, very tough!” The woman’s voice and attitude was sympathetic and genuine, if not trying a bit too hard to be overly friendly. “I can’t even imagine taking care of my littles without my hubby.”
“You seem like a wonderful mother, hun,” Sara said, leaning on the handle of the shopping cart as casually as she could. “I’m Sara, by the way!”
“So nice to meet you, Sara! I’m Katie,” the woman said, giving a warm smile, her cheeks still flush but it was hard to tell if it was her rosacea or not.
“Am I keeping you from anything, hun?” Sara asked, looking deep into Katie’s green eyes. “I don’t want to interrupt your shopping!”
“Oh, no, not at all! It’s nice getting to talk to another mother, or mother to be! I don’t get much time to just relax and chat anymore,” Katie said, her eyes darting down a few times as she spoke. “Besides, this is my alone time, and I’ll take as much as I can!”
“Okay, good,” Sara said, her eyes wandering across Katie’s body once more, admiring her shape. Such delicious hips she had, Sara thought, and what a wonderful ass… “I didn’t want to keep you from your ‘littles’ or your husband.”
“No, he’s probably fine without me, the kids are with my parents,” Katie said, and Sara noticed a hint of dissatisfaction in her voice. Her senses were keen, much more so than they had been, she noted. It was as if her mind knew exactly how to reply and what to say, like it knew the code to unlock the way inside the sexy mother in front of her. Asking about her husband, that seemed to hit a nerve, and Sara wanted to capitalize on it.
“I can’t speak from experience, but men are, well, useless when it comes to most things,” Sara said, giggling a bit.
“Oh god, tell me about it,” Katie said, smiling back at Sara. “My hubby, I love him to death, but he’d starve if I didn’t come home and make him dinner.”
“He makes you cook for him too? Gosh, what DOES he do?” Sara laughed, pulling her cart back to make room to stand closer to Katie. She casually walked around the side of her cart to stand next to the fertile mother, subtly trying to inhale deeply through her nose to capture her scent again. It rose to her nostrils, that musky, earthy smell, the scent of Katie’s warm snatch, nestled between her legs, only thin fabric separating it from the world around it. The smell was intoxicating, a damp, fertile scent, a natural, sexy odor that drove Sara wild. Sara crossed her arms casually, placing them gently atop her swollen belly, doing her best to contain her lust.
“Not much, if I’m being honest,” Katie said, her face getting a bit red as she giggled along with Sara. The pregnant blonde noticed her sniffing gently as Sara got closer, as if a scent caught her nose. “You smell so good, what are you wearing?” Katie asked, her face playfully surprised as she leaned in closer to sniff again.
“Believe it or not…nothing!” Sara said. Ever since her transformation, she stopped wearing deodorant. She found that, for whatever reason, she didn’t really want to anymore. Her body’s natural pheromones grew stronger, and she found that wearing deodorant only masked them. She didn’t have a floral or herbal scent to herself, but rather a pleasant musk that was quite strong if she didn’t do anything to cover it up, a scent she found to be oddly appealing and arousing. And apparently so did Katie. “I like to be natural, I think it’s healthier, especially since I’m expecting.”
“That’s crazy, you smell so good!” Katie said, leaning in to smell Sara again. “If I didn’t wear deodorant, I’d reek haha! That’s crazy,” she said again.
“Oh I doubt that, hun!” Sara said, the aroma of Katie’s pussy still wafting up to her nose. It changed a little, Sara noticed, getting stronger and more pungent. Am I making her horny, Sara wondered to herself, as she took it in. Her belly rumbled a bit, and she felt a shifting inside of herself, and knew that it would take a lot to contain her cock baby if this kept up much longer. “You smell wonderful yourself.”
“Haha thank you, I skipped my shower this morning but I always make sure to spray myself down!” Katie giggled, her face getting red again. She shifted as she stood, and Sara caught another fresh whiff of her cunt, and she couldn’t take it any more. The thick, veiny cock in her belly began to shift and squirm, and Sara knew it wouldn’t be long before she would have to give birth to it. “Sometimes it’s hard to find time to shower with the littles taking up so much of my day.”
“You rock on with your sexy self, Katie!” Sara said, laughing and gently pushing Katie’s shoulder. “Shower when you want, fuck it!”
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