#rip clothes

petitebreeder:

Can somebody write a story about my becoming immensely pregnant so quickly that i do not have time to react. If it happens in public, like the mall even better. My clothes rip away and i am too big to move.

The only warning was a faint tingle deep in your belly followed by a sudden and dramatic ache as your belly began to stretch! You released the button on your shorts just in time to see the leaves spring forward eagerly to give room to your burgeoning bump. You felt another tingle and another, and another! And ANOTHER! With each one the speed of your growth increased! You grab the second floor railing for support and could only arch your back as you felt yourself continuing to expand. Your belly hanging below you already looked nearly nine months pregnant. You were royally paying the price for getting your hungry pussy happily flooded with thick, rich cum. But your belly just continued to swell, growing rounder and big as a beach ball. You could feel your thighs widening into plush, birthing hips. You could feel the strain on your shorts and knew you were starting to attract attention with the public spectacle your body was producing. But now, it won’t just be the shame of falling pregnant so publicly, everyone knowing that you were getting your horny pussy pumped full by unprotected cocks. Your shorts began to rip as your widening hips popped the seams. Your panties snapped, hanging around your expanded thigh enough to just barely preserve your modesty. You were then visibly pregnant with twins at least. A new feeling imposed on your frenzy of growing pains and embarrassment. You could feel your breasts pushing out against the confines of your bra. Your baby feeders began to swell rapidly, aching with the growing flesh’s expansion and feeling tight as they bloated with milk. It seemed like in no time you looked pregnant with triplets. Your newly massive jugs rapidly filled up all available room in your bra, burst though it and began filling up any remaining slack they could find in your top. Your throbbing nipples began to leak, darkening patches of your shirt to provide you with even more embarrassment than being unable to hide your pussy as the tatters of your shorts slipped down your leg. But in a few moments even that minor modesty was stripped away as your shirt began to tear at the sides as your breasts expanded into the watermelon range. As your top shredded before your helpless efforts to stop it and retain some modesty it left you bare naked on the second floor of the mall in a circle of mangled fabric with a belly clearly sized for quints that would be due any minute, generous hips to birth them, and great, big titties the size of pumpkins and overloaded with plenty of milk for your  impending brood. But you weren’t even done growing as you felt your tummy stretch even more…