Jenny and her warped pregnancy

Jenny sat at her desk, eyes glued to the front door, her right hand slipped under her panties. She simultaneously felt terrified of being caught and deliriously excited by what was happening to her. On top of that was the utter shock of the past half hour’s events to reckon with.

There were so many questions Jenny had no answers to.

What was Marcy? What were the things growing inside her belly. Most important of all: Why was she so fucking horny?!

It was almost eight o’clock and the nursery still hadn’t had a single customer. This wasn’t surprising. They usually had their first customer by eight thirty or nine. Jenny didn’t know whether to thank her lucky stars for this or try and scream.

She had to warn someone, right? Something was very wrong with Marcy and she was clearly dangerous. However, the thought of sending unsuspecting customers to the strange plant goddess only made Jenny wetter.

Her belly stirred again. Was it just her or did the creatures inside of her feel a little bigger? This terrified Jenny. What if they clawed their way out of her belly like wasps out of a caterpillar?

“Oh God,” Jenny sobbed. She felt like she was going to be sick.

Suddenly, Jenny felt her whole body relax as a warm aura seemed to radiate from her womb.

It’s okay. Just feed us, a voice whispered from within Jenny’s mind.

The arousal the young woman already felt in her pussy intensified. Jenny clutched her crotch desperately as she felt a gush of fluid.

“Feed you? How am I supposed to feed you?” She cried.

_More pleasure, _came another voice.

Jenny’s pussy throbbed and ached as the need to touch herself ratcheted upwards.

The young woman stood up and dashed towards the employee bathroom located down the hall. She threw open the door, slammed it shut again and made sure to turn the lock. Without hesitation, she yanked her skirt and panties down and shoved three fingers deep inside her pussy.

“Oh God, look what you miserable little shits making me do.”

Yes! Thank you mother!

More pleasure! It helps us grow, mother!

“I’m not your fucking mother!” Jenny cried, sinking to her knees in an orgasm so intense it almost hurt.

“You’re not my kids. You’re fucking monsters. Why do you feel so good? What’s wrong with me?”

Nothing! You’re beautiful mamma!

“Oh God. I’m losing my mind,” Jenny cried.

Didn’t you want to be a mother, mamma?

“Not like this! Oh god. God help me!”

Outside in the hallway, muffled by the bathroom door, Jenny heard the familiar sound of the front desk bell ring out. The nursery had its first customers of the day.

“I can’t go back out there,” Jenny whimpered.

You have to!

You have to feed us!

“I don’t have to do shit.”

The bell rang out twice more in rapid succession. Clearly someone was impatient.

I guess I still have a job to do, Jenny thought ruefully.

She pulled her skirt and panties back up and took a deep breath before stepping back out into the hallway and walking towards the front desk.

Her children begged her for more pleasure.