A PREGGO MORPHED CELEBRITY
The air felt sticky and warm, and it made the Liz’s stomach slick with sweat. She whimpered and grunted as she pulled the straining white shirt up the vast swell of her stomach. He’d never seen anything like it before in his life. It was a gravid, fecund dome, stretched and bloated to what seemed to be an impossible size. It went beyond any pregnancy he had ever seen before, ever heard of in his life.
“There’s…nngghh….some…something wrong with me…” she panted, her eyes wide and doe-like with fear and terror as she arched back and suddenly let out a sharp cry. He swore he saw something move under her tightly stretched flesh, something inhuman and vigorous, which made her belly pulsate. “Something…something inside of me…”
Fear and stress had clearly done a number on the Liz’s mind, he couldn’t help but think, but then, given the sorts of things that he’d seen today, that was hardly surprising.