Checking on Claire

I took a moment to clear my head as I walked next door... The fresh air seemed to help, at least a little.

For the last few days, my house had been filled with... I dunno... A "miasma of pure dread?" Sounds a bit dramatic, yeah, but that's how it felt: the shadows were deeper, the air smelt funky, and I knew something was horribly wrong... But every time I tried to wrap my head around what was actually going on, the truth was like smoke slipping through my fingers.

Maybe that's it... I've just been smoking too much, I thought as I climbed the steps to Claire's house. I need to lay off the weed, get some more sleep... Everything's gonna be okay.

But my anxiety started to rise again when I knocked on the door, and it swung open ominously.

"Uh... Hello? Claire?" I cleared my throat, and tried again: "Anyone home?"

Silence.

Swallowing hard, I stepped inside and started making my way down the hall. I'd seen the inside of Claire's house plenty of times, but just like my own, it felt... Different. Everywhere I looked, there were little signs that something was terribly wrong. A dress shirt hanging from a doorknob, missing several buttons. A single shoe, lying on its side in the middle of the hallway. A tap was running in the bathroom, but when I peered inside nobody was there.

The moment I turned off the tap, I heard a moan. Wide-eyed and tremoring, I followed the sound upstairs, then to the master bedroom.

That's where I found Claire, sprawled naked across her parents' bed... A sight I'd been dreaming about for years, but this wasn't anything like my fantasies. That said, it was a familiar sight: she looked just like Ella had, passed-out in the living room yesterday.

My crush's bombshell body was limp, sweaty, and splattered with thick white goo. Most of it was on her face, chest, and thighs--Between her legs, the globs were so thick that I couldn't get a glimpse of her pussy. There was so much of the stuff that the sheets beneath and all around her were soaked through... But judging by her hugely-swollen belly, most of the gunk was inside her.

In fact, the only difference between Claire and Ella the other day was that the beautiful girl-next-door was even more bloated. It was jarring, seeing a pregnant belly jutting out from her perfectly-proportioned, curvy-yet-trim body... Not that it stopped me from getting a massive erection as I stared at her big, firm tits and dumptruck ass (or what I could see of them, beneath the layer of slime she was doused in).

As I stood there, rock-hard and lightheaded, Claire let out another moan and coughed up more of the white goo. Her eyes stayed closed, though, and after licking her lips she seemed to fall back asleep.

My hand drifted towards my crotch... But then I snapped out of my trance. No. Nonono, I can't--I've gotta get out of here. This is fucked. Way too fucked. I forced my feet to move, heading for the door. What happened to her? Where are her parents?

I already knew where to go for the answers to those questions... But as I scrambled out onto the street and back to my house, I heard moaning and thumping coming from the dining room.

Without even thinking about it, I ran upstairs and slammed my door. I knew who had the answers... But I wasn't ready to confront her. Not yet.