Monstrous Inflation: Chapter Three

All work is fiction intended for fantasy only, regardless of content, and consent must always be acquired when engaging in any sex act with another adult.

Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.

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"Alright, let's get this done everyone!" Andrea called, set up in the warehouse with the photo studio and, of course, her handheld camera at the ready. "We've got a lot of shots to get down today!"

With her long, blonde hair spilling around her shoulders and to the top of her collarbone, Andrea came off as pretty serious, though was often seen giving an easy smile whenever she relaxed. She just liked to get things done. Was that so wrong?

The warehouse was roughly fifty-feet-tall, filled with props and assorted furniture: some of it sorted and some of it a mess. In her loose, buttoned-up shirt over a white vest top, she was ready for action, her dark blue jeans already with a few strategic rips in them. She wouldn't ever know just how that set the scene for her own debut.

The models she was working with that day were all new to her, although she wasn't all that sure about whether they were going to be in the final shoot or not. There were a lot of different things going on that day and she trusted her assistants to make sure everything ran as smoothly as possible, considering the fact that there was so much happening all at once. All she had to do was take the photos, as the set was perfect already. The clothes, well... She had assistants to get them in for her. It was Andrea who did all the real work there and she didn't want to forget that in a hurry.

Andrea frowned, checking the last photo she'd took while the model adjusted her position. There was a lot going on in the neighbouring cities at that time with news of a virus spreading that caused people to mutate. Even thinking that didn't seem like it was anything that could ever truly happen, as if it was something out of a sci-fi movie, and she quirked a smile. It was probably a freaky hoax, something that was simply growing out of proportion, like many other things.

"Okay..." She said, turning her attention back to the tall model before her with red hair. "Let's see that bikini from the side, please, they want all-round shots of this one."

The model did so obligingly and followed the script exactly as she untied the bottom of the bikini, a smile on her face as if she was showing off with due relish. It was meant to be a teasing kind of shot that made it look as if she was about to lose the bikini bottoms at any moment. Not that Andrea wouldn't have been interested if the model didn't suddenly reveal all, although it wasn't likely at all to happen.

She'd have to see what came there, perhaps testing the waters for a drink after the shoot, if she had time. But Andrew never had time.

However, she never was going to get to that drink even for herself as she paused, looking all of her six models over more closely. They all had rather slender figures, for the purposes of the shoot that day, though came in a range of ethnicities. She didn't much care as she was, of course, only there to take photos.

"Unnnggghhh..."

One model turned to the side, clutching her stomach, looking more sickly than photogenic in that moment. Andrea paused, expecting her to straighten up again and get back into position, though she did not.

"Hey, next shot!"

She was a little short, it had to be said, though Andrea had a job to do as much as they did. Another grumbled a little and Andrea huffed, standing up straight with the camera in her hand. She'd thought she was working with professionals!

"What's going on with all of you?" Andrea clucked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, worry pulling at her. "Um... Hannah? Hannah, can you get down here? I think...everyone's sick?"

For there could be no other explanation, in her mind, for the models suddenly moaning and grunting seemed to be sick. Her main model, the redhead, bent over double, curly hair bouncing around her face, though Andrea stood tall and reached to help her. Even if she didn't know what to do, she tried to help, but there was nothing she could do.

Of course, no one had seen the purple haze drifting into the warehouse and floating around the roof, though it dissipated as each of them inhaled it. As she was set further back, behind the back side of the lights and screens to best illuminated her models, Andrea had not got as much of a lungful of it as the others.

But they felt it as the virus went to work deep inside them, orgasm gurgling and churning, pushing up against one another as they all fought for a weird sense of precedence. The redhead doubled over, pressing a hand over her pussy, though her bikini bottoms were only just held in place. Her clit throbbed and pulsed as it grew, all the models undergoing the same as blood and flesh rushed to one of the most sensitive places on their bodies.

"Mmmm... What's..." The redhead moaned as Andrew paused, her heartbeat racing. "What's going on? Are you... Ohhhh!"

Yet she cried out as her clit dick sprung out, three inches long and shoving her bikini bottoms aside. The garment fluttered to the white flooring where it would swiftly be forgotten, though she didn't feel bad about her exposure in the slightest. It was hard to be embarrassed when her body was bubbling and changing, the folds of her pussy feeling too sensitive, as if heat was simmering across the surface of the skin.

The rest of them didn't need a visual of what was happening to them even as the redhead's dropped bikini bottoms showed them clearly what was happening to them all. As flesh and blood rushed to their nether regions, their clits grew into dicks of various sizes with a slit at the tip too.

It was a swift process -- yet one that could be seen. The redhead groaned and rolled her hips forward, her clitoris slowly inflating as the flesh billowed out. Heat pulsed through her, which would not have been all that unpleasant if she'd been in a different situation entirely, though all she could do was arch her back, her arms strangely cast out behind her as if she was trying to balance. It was unnatural -- everything was unnatural.

She let out a guttural groan as more and more flesh pushed into her clit, inflating it out and out and out, though most certainly into the cylindrical shape of a cock, with a soft, rounded head. The skin pulled along the length of it, losing that perfectly smooth texture of a clit and allowing the clitoral hood to become the skin that moved lightly along the length of the dick.

One of her hands floated to it briefly, fingertips brushing the length -- and shot away again. Too sensitive! Yet she reeled, grappling with the colossal shift in her reality, though the pressure on her clit was immense. It rolled through her, bursting into fresh space, though she could not truly understand where the energy for her body to transform came from.

It simply was not for her to know, not as fiery, electric sparks lanced through her, making her gasp and pump her hips. The angle of her back should not have allowed her to balance her body, toes curling as she held fast her position, hips thrust forward, legs slightly bent and her shoulder blades shoved to the rear. Her mouth opened and closed soundlessly, eyes glassy, though it was not for her to know everything.

Not as she finally rested a hand, shivering, on her clit-dick, the swollen length pulsating against her hand.

"No..." She panted, eyes wide, not able to blink. "This...isn't mine!"

Her mind knew there was something wrong, though her body strained, aching to find a way to adjust to having a new cock, even one that large. It was a little too big for her to close her hand entirely around it, trembling under her touch as if it had a living presence of its own that was not attached to her.

"Unff..." Another of the models grunted, trying to cry out through a hoarse, raspy throat. "What's happening to me? Are you... Is everyone... Ohhhh!"

But she couldn't get any words out as the others voiced cries of horror, hips rocking, some even pumping and grinding. Yet they were all prey to their fates, even if control over their own lives had been stolen out of their hands. The others dealt with their cocks tenting out their shorts or their bikini bottoms, one in a one-piece swimsuit, but they either found their way out through the leg of their clothes or merely punched their way through. Most of their clothes, except for the redhead's lost bikini bottoms, remained in place. That was either lucky or unlucky for them, though it depended on how one looked at it.

One brunette briefly dropped to her knees, moaning and steadying herself as her bikini bottoms tented out more and more. They held fast around the fat length of clit-dick growing there, though there was a decided wet spot showing through right where the head was too. She grasped it, despite the blistering strain of overstimulation, and tried to push it back into her body, though any rudimentary efforts on her part were to no avail.

"Agh... No... Please... No..."

She whimpered, barely able to touch her clit-cock for more than a few seconds at a time, strain rippling through her. Her eyes watered and she yelped as she was forced to yank her hand away from her dick each and every time, her stomach roiling and churning sickeningly. Two hands landed on it as she gave her cock an almighty shove, but all that did was send a thick spurt of pre-cum into her bikini bottoms, spreading lewdly across the front. And she was not even in a position to be embarrassed about it.

Everyone may have gained clit cocks of different sizes, but the most startling pull of sensation came in the balls growing behind their dicks. They did not lose their pussies, but the heaviness of their nuts pushed out from behind their cocks, throbbing and churning as they instantly filled with a spill of cum.

A blonde grunted and grabbed at her new balls as they grew. The heavy swill of cum was what dragged them down, pulse after devout pulse throbbing into them as they were granted the blessing of seed. Of course, none of the models saw it like that, cries of horror mingling with lustful groans.

She curled forward over herself, managing to get a hand on her dick, which had forced its way down and out through the leg of her bikini bottoms and the other on her nuts. Her chest heaved, breasts pulling down heavily at the front of her bikini top, as she grasped them, though she didn't try to push them back into her body. On the contrary, she howled out her lust as her fingers pushed back, tucked within her bikini bottoms, grazing the wet folds of her pussy.

There was something good in there too as her skin prickled and tingled, hips juddering with a kind of need she had never been privy to before. With a guttural groan that didn't sound like it should ever have come from the lips of a lady, she squeezed her last two fingers into her pussy, however shallowly, and let the others and her thumb rest over her nuts.

Her balls dropped slowly into her hand, as if they were inflating in the same manner as her clit-cock. The skin pulled and stretched around them without blocking her pussy or taking from her labia, though there was a sense of growth, the skin tugging and pulling uncomfortably -- as if it remained stuck in some places. Yet it was not for her mind to make any sense of that in the slightest as she moaned and bowed her legs a little, bending at the knees to "squat" and tease her nuts gently over her own hand.

Maybe it was right or maybe it was wrong. Yet no one controlled it anymore anyway.

It would have been a shame for them, after all, if they had lost their pussies in the pursuit of transformation, following the same path so many, in other cities, had already been dealing with. Maybe if Andrea had heard the warnings on the news, she would have been able to cut the shoot short and give them all a little more time, at least perhaps to get somewhere safe and make their final preparations for their lives changing beyond all recognition.

But it was too late for that as Andrea stumbled backwards, her camera flying from her grip to shatter on the floor, the lens cracked beyond all repair. She huffed and tried to run, but her legs felt heavy, as if they had been turned into lead, forcing her to spend too much energy in the mere pursuit of moving one foot after the other.

It couldn't be happening, no, she was sure of it, not even as she caught the visual evidence right there before her eyes. The redhead ended up with the largest cock out of all of them, at roughly ten inches long, though it was a beast of a dick that surely should never have been needed on any human being.

Yet she watched in horror, shuffling backwards, as the models all paired off, the redhead ramming her cock, seemingly with no trouble at all, into a blonde's mouth. Groaning aloud, her mouth hung open in a lewd gape as the blonde model engulfed her dick wetly, her body juddering every time the redhead forced her head down on her cock.

"Unff... Yes... Suck it," she grunted, eyes alight with passion, as if she had lost her mind. "Fuck... Fuck, this feels so right!"

Andrea most certainly didn't agree with that sentiment as she watched everything devolve into an orgy right in front of her eyes, powerless to do anything to stop it or even to run away.

"Please..." She hissed, her throat tight around the words she so vehemently needed to let go. "Don't do this... No... This isn't right, there's something wrong, something wrong with all of you!"

But they didn't care, one model riding the mouth of another as they ate out her pussy and the other pair fucking rampantly. A thick length of cock drove into a wet, ready pussy as a brunette model took charge, bending over another on to all fours as she crammed every inch of her cock into her possible. There was no holding back, after all, from a pussy that wet and succulent as it sucked around her cock. Her balls, however, bounced off those of the other woman, rough, furious strokes sending her own nuts swinging wildly.

They devolved into lust while Andrea cried out in horror, her lips still parted as if they had to remain such to at least keep her breathing, carrying on regardless of the ridiculousness of everything going on before her. The models didn't appear to remain in control of their own minds even in the slightest, as if they had simply morphed into porn stars: comfortable yet differently right there in front of the cameras.

But that wasn't what Andrea wanted, no, not as the redhead slammed deep into the blonde's mouth, balls bouncing off her chin. The blonde howled as the cock muted her, eyes wide and bulging, though there was no real use in fighting back. Not as she was used as nothing of any greater importance than a hole to be fucked, those nuts pinging off her chin with every stroke and the cock roughly grinding over her tongue.

The blonde groaned and tried to raise her hands, though she didn't know what she was pushing back against. There was just a woman in front of her, cock and thighs and belly, and she couldn't see around it, barely even aware of her position as she was shoved back. The back of her throat burned from every slamming, grinding thrust, though the ache in her jaw blossomed to spread out across her head and even down her neck too.

"Guhhhh..."

She drooled around the redhead's cock in her mouth, eyelashes fluttering, though there was nothing in her that had the strength to fight back, to say no, to get some manner of autonomy and agency back for herself. Saliva slopped messily down her chin, running in rivulets from the corners of her lips, and she swallowed instinctively, which at least took a little of the pressure off the back of her throat.

The blonde gagged around her suddenly, the redhead speeding up. Watching, Andrea's lower jaw dropped at the ferocity of it, though there was a part of her that could admire it too, even if from a distance. With a raw, ragged cry, the redhead creamed in her mouth, shoving her cock deep as the bulge of it even showed as it ground roughly down her throat. Andrea's eyes locked on to that thick bulge in her throat, which didn't look natural at all, as if it was going to burst through her skin and flesh even where it seemed to stretch massively around the dick inside.

The others climaxed too, even if Andrea had little idea as to how much time had passed there. They swapped around and climaxed and, at times, with them all so close together, it was hard to tell who was fucking who. One thing was clear, however, in that the redhead was placed right in the thick of it all, always taking a more dominant position than that of the others.

She was spellbinding and Andrea relaxed slightly, tipping forward. At least they didn't seem to involve her, which was something, but she didn't want to escalate things more, even as her body gurgled and popped. Her skin itched and she rubbed her arm without thinking about it, though Andrea failed to notice that her flesh was rippling and bubbling lightly. As if she was melting clay, her skin and flesh shifted on her form, though didn't slough off, as if it was clinging to her too.

The redhead ploughed into a blonde model, holding her legs up so the other woman could more easily close her legs around her waist. Yet she held the blonde's legs up as if she was holding a wheelbarrow, her throbbing cock powering into her pussy with a lewd squelch. Every stroke came with a splattering squirt of the blonde's arousal, although the blonde only cried out in pleasure, her lust echoing around the warehouse strangely.

To Andrea, it felt as if she was in the thick of it regardless of what was going on, with all the noise bouncing back on to her. Yet she couldn't look away or run as she froze there, semi propped up on the ground, her fingers curling into the hard floor, although she wasn't really focusing on that. Her flesh bubbled across her belly, the virus working away inside her while the models, for the time being, took precedence.

They all swapped again so the redhead ploughed into a brunette on all fours, as ever taking the top position. It would almost have been hypnotising to Andrea to see her taking a submissive role, though it was hard to imagine that too with such a wide, stretching grin on her face. It was a smile that was almost too wide, pulling at the corners of her lips, giving her an uncanny appearance, not really human despite her outward appearance.

"This is all fucked up," Andrea muttered, inching backwards as she tentatively scooted across the floor. "What the fuck? This is... This is... What?"

There was heat in her too, some kind of warmth lurching for precedence, though Andrea shoved it down. Horror battled with arousal that didn't quite seem to have a place there, though heat whispered insidiously to her, trying to call her down and down and down -- deep into the depths of debauchery.

From there, would there ever be any coming back for her? She already knew the answer to that one, though, in Andrea's mind, she told herself there was no way to truly know.

Andrea hissed through her teeth, quivering, her shoulder blades pushing back. Her stomach churned and a sense that was not quite like nausea leapt in her belly, threatening to push its way up through her throat. She watched through hazy eyes, breathing in short, sharp pants of breath, as a shorter model took another in the mouth, thrusting wildly with her balls bouncing around with every stroke.

Andrea breathed as evenly as she could, though something tightened inside her, as if an invisible hand was squeezing around her organs. Yet she didn't have any way to tell what was going on there, how the virus was manipulating and transforming her body, allowing her body to become exactly what the virus needed her to be.