Sam and Lincoln waited twenty minutes for Luna to get back and when she didn't, they started to worry. In her state, anything could have happened to her. "She's probably just taking her time," Sam offered. "You know how slow she can be."
"I don't know," Lincoln said. "What if she fell down and hurt herself or something?"
A look of worry flashed across Sam's face. "Let's give her a few more minutes."
They wound up giving her ten minutes, and when she still hadn't come back, they went looking for her. At the ice cream stand, they waited in line and then asked the guy behind the register if he had seen Luna. They described her, and he furrowed his brow in confusion, probably at the mental image their description invoked in his mind. "No, I haven't seen anyone like that."
'Are you sure?" Sam asked, desperation creeping into her voice.
The cashier nodded. "I'm pretty sure I would remember seeing someone who looked like your friend."
Panic set in, and Sam and Lincoln went through the park, calling for Luna and asking people if they had seen her. One old woman nodded, and Sam's heart jolted into her throat. "I saw her a little while ago," the old woman said. "She was unconscious and a strange park ranger was helping her into his van."
Sam's blood turned to ice water. Her mind, perhaps inexplicably, went back to what Luna had said about being followed. At the time, Sam thought that Luna's hormones were going crazy, but maybe she was wrong; maybe someone really was after Luna.
Thanking the old woman for her time, she rushed off to find Lincoln. She didn't know what they could do, but they had to do something.
Luna's eyelids fluttered open and she winced. A blinding white light was pointed directly at her face and her head swam drunkenly. She tried to sit up but found that she was strapped to a table in the middle of a room. Her stomach had swelled exponentially since she had passed out, and she realized with a rush of horror that she looked like that girl from Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, the one who ate the poisoned berry and started to swell up. Milk gushed from her tits in a steady flow and leaked onto the floor, where it collected in silvery pools. Her shirt was drenched and some of the milk gathered in the folds of her neck and triple chins.
A memory emerged through the fog in her brain and her heart leapt. She remembered walking through the park, on her way to get ice cream, when her stomach started to hurt. There was a park ranger and then…nothing.
Wait, she did remember something. She didn't just pass out, the "ranger" sprayed her with something. That's why she lost consciousness.
She looked around and saw a door. Just then, it opened and the park ranger came in, accompanied by a man in a rumpled lab coat. His head was balding and a pair of glasses were perched on his hooked nose. Luna found her voice. "Who are you?"
The two men stood over her. "I'm a government agent," the ranger said. "I've been following you for several days."
She knew it.
"Where am I?" she asked.
"You're in a temporary holding facility in the park," the ranger said. "You're being transferred to a more secure facility in a few hours."
Luna swallowed thickly. 'Why?"
"Because," the scientist said, speaking for the first time, "you have been inseminated by an alien lifeform. We mean to take possession of your offspring before the extraterrestrial threat does."
It took Luna almost a full minute to process what she had just been told. Pregnant…by an alien? T-That wasn't possible. It couldn't be. It shouldn't be.
Only she knew that it was.
Closing her eyes, she began to cry.
Like two detectives in a classic mystery, Sam and Lincoln followed Luna's trail. They talked to people who had seen the ranger's van, one of whom distinctly remembered seeing him spray something in Luna's face right before she passed out. "I thought she was doing something wrong and he maced her," the man who witnessed it said. "I figured pregnant nor not, a guy with a badge is always right. She's okay, right?"
Ignoring him, Sam and Lincoln rushed off. A few people they talked to had seen the van Luna was loaded into, and one old woman even saw what direction it was going in. She said that it had turned down a narrow dirt road disappearing into a dense stand of forest. When Sam and Lincoln got there, they found a metal gate across the entrance. That didn't stop them, though; it was easy enough to climb that even Lincoln - far from the athletic type - was able to easily scale it. They dropped down on the other side and started following the road. By now it was beginning to get dark and deep twilight pooled like murky water in the forest. Crickets began to chirp and an owl hooted forlornly from somewhere off to their left. Lincoln shivered a little and Sam chewed her lower lip, obviously scared but not wanting to show it. Lincoln tried to remember if he had ever been out past dark, in a whole freaking nature preserve, but couldn't recall. He didn't think so. On the bright side, he had Sam with him, so he wasn't alone. On the dim side, he was the guy so if anything went down - like Dogman leaping from behind a tree - she would probably jump behind him.
They followed the road for a solid fifteen minutes before it filtered into a clearing. Ahead, a black pedo van sat in the dusty dooryard of a cabin. A single light shone in the window, and the moment Lincoln saw it, he startled. "There," he hissed and pointed, keeping his voice low so that no one would hear him.
"I see it," Sam said. She looked around, grabbed his hand, and pulled him into a little culvert running along the side of the road. They concealed themselves in a bush so that no one passing by would be able to see them.
Lincoln looked at her. "What are you doing? We gotta go get her."
"Not like this," Sam said. "If you try to go in there like Liam Neeson, you're gonna get yourself killed. We need a plan." She was quiet for a long moment, her forehead crinkling in deep thought. "And I have one."
Inside, the scientist, Dr. Morgan, stood with his back to Luna and typed on a computer. Luna tried to move, but her ankles and wrists were both restrained, and her bounds were too strong. Fear roiled in the center of her chest and she had to fight off a panic attack. Her predicament was just beginning to fully set in and her mind raced a mile a minute. First, she was impregnated by an alien…which was fucking crazy and uneblievable on its own…then she was kidnapped by the government and was…what…going to be held hostage until she gave birth? Then what? After this, they couldn't just let her go. She'd go to the press and blow their cover. What could they do with her? Hold her forever?
Gradually, as Luna's hormones caught up with her mind and also went haywire, her fear turned to outrage. "You're a fucking monster," she hissed through her teeth. "You call this science? You're kidnapping people. You're a goddamn Nazi is what you are."
Dr. Morgan didn't turn to reply. "This is all in the interest of the greater good. I understand your position and I can even respect it, but science, technology…even society at large…must break a few eggs to advance. It always has and it always will. While something might be bad for you personally, it is good if it benefits the masses. The many over the few. I think you'll agree that that's perfectly logical."
"Spoken like a true Nazi," Luna said.
The scientist chuckled. "I do not subscribe to white sumpreacist ideology. In fact, you'll find me quite liberal in my attitudes. I will, however, agree that to your…quaint…way of seeing things, I might be something of an authoritarian. Things like personal liberty are stumbling blocks on the road to progress and must be eliminated. If I were in your shoes, I would realize this and feel honored that I was making such an enormous contribution to the knowledge of mankind."
Luna's face turned red and she began to shake. "LET ME GO, YOU FUCKING FASCIST! LET ME OUT! LET ME -"
A contraction broke over her, and hot agony swept through her body. She moaned in pain and squirmed against her shackles. Her stomach shook and expanded, and then the pain passed, leaving her sweaty and panting. She couldn't believe that her stomach could get much larger without literally splitting open. Dr. Morgan walked over and examined her. "There's a chance you might give birth before we can transfer you. There -"
The tinkle of breaking glass filled the room and Dr. Morgan whipped around to the door. The ranger - Agent Mercer - stood in front of it, his hands clasped in front of him. "Did you hear that?" Dr. Morgan asked.
"Yes, sir," Agent Mercer said.
"Go check it out."
Agent Mercer disappeared through the door and Dr. Morgan turned back to Luna. "Yes," he said lowly, his faded eyes twinkling with evil delight, "the hour is almost at hand. You are very fortunate indeed."
Luna didn't feel very fortunate.
Upstairs, Agent Mercer walked around the cabin, checking all the windows. In the living room, he spotted a large rock lying in a pile of broken glass, the front window shattered and the curtains rustling in the breeze. Just then, an engine sounded from outside. Coming alive, Agent Mercer dashed out the door just in time to see his van back up and whip around. A blonde girl sat behind the wheel, and for a second, she looked at him with an icy little smirk on her lips. He had the keys in his pocket. She must have hotwired it. "Thanks for the car, asshole!" she cried. She gunned the engine, and Agent Mercer pursued on foot.
As soon as he was out of sight, Lincoln emerged from under the stairs and darted into the cabin at a crouch. He held a rock in one hand just in case and moved with his head down. His heart slammed against his ribs and cold sweat coated the back of his neck. He couldn't believe he let Sam talk him into her little plan, but they really didn't have much of a choice.
In the cabin, he looked around and saw an open door in the kitchen. Footsteps sounded below and his heart jolted. He pressed his back against the wall and waited. A guy in a lab coat came into the kitchen and then made his way to the bathroom. When Lincoln heard the door close, he pushed himself away from the wall and hurried down the steps. What he found at the bottom shocked him. Here, in the middle of a rustic cabin, was a high tech space age science lab filled with chrome, blinking panels, and computer screens. Luna was tied to a table in the middle of the room, and Lincoln's jaw dropped. Words could never properly describe how big Luna's stomach was in that moment. The first thing he thought of was a hot air balloon attached to a tiny wicker basket, with the ballon being her stomach and the basket the rest of her, but that sounded like a dumb analogy and made him cringe. It was the closest he could come, however, and, yeah, it totally did look like that. He went to her in a state of stupefaction, jaw slack. Her stomach bulged and quivered, and the blue veins crisscrossing it pulsed in time with her heart.
His dick stirred and started to stiffen, but the sound of Luna's voice snapped him back to reality. "Don't just stand there, get me out of here."
Shaking his head, Lincoln quickly undid the straps holding her down and helped her to her feet. That was easier said than done, of course. Getting her upright involved Luna pushing and Lincoln pulling. Slowly, by degrees, she sat up, and she got her ahcy and swollen feet under her. They both looked down at her stomach and realized that it was bare inches from touching the floor.
As they slowly and not so surely crossed the room on their way to the stairs, Luna's stomach steadily grew and her breasts popped out from under her shirt, milk gushing from her gigantic nipples like a faucet. Evenly spaced contractions hit her and she hissed through the pain. Lincoln held her hand and tried to ignore her body, but he couldn't. He had never seen her or any other girl so sexy in his life.
Noticing, Luna grinned through the pain and distracted herself by teasing him. "You keep looking at me like that," she said. "You have some strange fucking fetishes, little bro."
Scarlet color crept across the bridge of Lincoln's nose. "It's not a fetish."
"You're cute when you lie." she said, then hissed in pain as another contraction hit. She was having an even harder time waddling than usual. "You okay?" he asked. "Do you want to rest?"
She shook her head. "It's nothing," she said, even though she looked pale and haggard, "I'm still getting used to being huge."
When they reached the stairs, Lincoln let Luna go first. She got stuck and he had to push from behind. Sweat sprang to his brow and his arms shook under the stress. The stairs creaked and groaned beneath her weight and Lincoln was sure that they were going to break.
They managed to get to the kitchen and Lincoln stepped around Luna to lead her out, but the guy in the lab coat blocked their path, an angry scowl on his face. "Get back in bed," he growled.
Lincoln opened his mouth, and the doctor silenced him. "And you, little boy, are interfering with official government business. That's a capital offense. When Mercer returns, I'll have you shot."
The threat against her little brother's life enraged Luna. Gritting her teeth, she used her stomach as a battering ram and crashed it into Dr. Morgan. His feet went out from under him and he fell to the floor, hitting his head on the tiles and losing consciousness.
"Come on," Luna said.
Wow, Lincoln thought, that was hot.
At the door, Luna tried to stuff herself through but got stuck in the frame. Lincoln tried to push, then climbed through the window and attempted to pull, but it was useless. A twig snapped behind him and he spun around just as Sam ran up the stairs. "I lost him," she said. "Hey, babe," she said to Luna. "You look stuck."
"I am stuck," Luna said sourly, "help me."
Pulling together, Lincoln one arm and Sam the other, they managed to free her. Luna could barely walk by now, so Sam pulled the van up to the bottom of the stairs and they helped her into the back. Lincoln stayed with Luna and Sam jumped behind the wheel. "Alright," she said and threw the van into drive, "let's get the fuck out of here."
During the ride through the park, Lincoln snuggled up to Luna, resting his head on her big, comfy belly. He smacked his lips like Patrick bedding down in Squidward's belly button lint and fell instantly asleep. "How you doing back there?" Sam asked quietly so as not to wake Lincoln.
"Not great," Luna admitted. "I've been having contractions for hours. I think this…whatever it is…will be here soon."
Sam nervously licked her lips. "Alright, let's get you to the hospital."
Luna shook her head. "No. It's too risky. They might look for us there."
"We have to," Sam shot back, "this could fucking kill you. Look at your stomach. That's not normal. You're probably gonna need a C-section and -"
"No," Luna said firmly.
"Too bad," Sam said. "We're going to the hospital and that's final."
They continued to bicker until they pulled up to the hospital. At once, both girls noticed that the parking lot was filled with government vehicles and men in black. Sam backed up, but they spotted them and started to give chase, some on foot while others jumped into their cars. "Shit," Sam hissed as she peeled away from the hospital.
"Told you," Luna said.
"Yeah, yeah," Sam said.
Luna opened her mouth, but the strongest contraction of the night broke over her and she let out a pained cry. Her stomach began to grow at an exponential rate. Sam turned to ask if she was okay, but suddenly, bright multicolored lights bathed her face. She looked up and spotted them in the sky like many colored jewels.
They seemed to be following them.
"Damn it."
The contractions were coming one after another, each stronger than the last. Luna tried to hold in her screams but couldn't, and Lincoln woke up. He saw what was happening and began to panic.
"I'm okay," Luna panted between contractions in an effort to calm him. She focused on trying to make him feel better, ignoring her quaking stomach, gushing breasts, and the horrible contract -
AHHHHHHHH, ANOTHER ONE!
As soon as it was over, something popped between Luna's legs with an audible sound, and suddenly, gallons of warm, salty, stinking liquid gushed out of her. Her eyes widened. "My water just broke."
Sam and Lincoln both went into a panic. Luna tried to calm them but it was no use, they were freaking the fuck out, not that she could blame them, not with all that was happening. They had both been strong for her tonight, now it was her turn to be strong for them. She noticed a bridge coming up and a plan began to form in her mind. She leaned forward and threw open the back doors. "What are you doing?" Sam cried.
"I'm sorry," she said, "just keep driving, okay? I'll see you guys later."
"What are you doing?" Lincoln asked, a hint of terror in his voice.
She forced a weak smile. "Stage diving," she said.
Before either could protest, Luna jumped out of the van and tumbled end over end over the bridge, landing in a river with a mighty splash. Her monstrous belly acted as a flotation device and kept her head above water. She swam to shore and crawled up onto the muddy bank. The contractions were seconds apart now and intense. She flopped onto her back, dug her heels into the soft earth, and regulated her breathing. Milk spilled from her and electric contractions went through her. She squirmed in the dirt and thrusted her hips up and down. Sweat coated her face and she moaned and mewled. The pain slowly began to subside and the strangest, most intensely erotic sensation she had evver known bubbled up in her like fizz in a soda. The mud was cold against her bare butt and squished between her pussy lips. Something slithered out of her, brushing her clit, and she started to hump the air.
One by one, a whole brood of things crawled out of her. They were small and squid-like, their tentacles flopping around and their mouths chattering. Luna lost count of how many there were, but if she orgasmed with each birth, there were at least thirty.
One by one, all in a line, they slithered into the water and disappeared, leaving Luna alone. Exhausted and panting, Luna passed out.
After losing their pursuers, Sam and Lincoln returned to the bridge. They walked its length, calling her name, their fear reaching fever pitch. They were both certain that she had broken her neck in the fall and drowned. Sam stopped, listened, and her heart leapt. She could hear very faint cries coming from beneath the bridge.
Instructing Lincoln to wait where he was, Sam picked her way down the overgrown hillside sloping down to the water's edge. When Sam saw Luna, she blinked in surprise. As a result of the birth, she had become tremendously obese, resembling a pile of fat more than a human being. Otherwise, she was unhurt, so neither one cared. "I look terrible," Luna said. "I just know it."
Sam smiled and pinched Luna's cheek. "No you don't. Now there's more of you to love."
Back on the bridge, Lincoln looked hopeful. "She's okay," Sam said. "Call your folks and a crane company. We're gonna need it."
Lincoln cocked his head in confusion and Sam laughed. "Trust me, when you see her, you'll understand."
Shrugging, Lincoln did as he was told.
He was just happy that Luna was okay.