Sadly no.

Collapsed on her King sized bed Tricia's naked body was trying to toss and turn weighed down by seven months of sudden growth. Exhaustion swiftly turned to nightmares. Tricia was wandering the darkened streets of the city, all around her was more fog and vague shapes then something material unsure of where she was going Tricia knew she had to get to safety. A familiar CLICK filled the air followed by a high pitched giggle, Tricia turned trying to make sense through the fog to no avail. Tricia began to pick up the pace CLICK closer mere steps behind her, every step slower than the last. "Oh Trrriiish" a voice hissed out, she turned to see coalescing was the pregnant whore from earlier blonde hair flowing past her milk laden breasts barely covered by her top and a thin cigarette burning in her hand. She took a long drag her belly seemingly swelling even further out as she did, the smoke oozed out towards Trish beginning to coil around her. With all her will she pressed through the acrid smoke and tried to run further into the darkness, her high heels betrayed her not letting her move faster than a light jog as Tiffany followed behind .

"There's no use running ma'm" a soft familiar voice cooed out. Stepping from the shadows was her secretary and personal assistant Amy Chen, once quite petite she had filled out as her pregnancy made its way towards her third trimester and within the nightmare was almost twice as big as the real deal. Dressed in a long red sweater dress stretched thin by her gargantuan growth and pressed up and out so what once covered her knees struggled to just get past her swollen cheeks. Her once short dark hair was now reaching down past her waist having let it grow out like her belly. Amy sashayed forward towards her fleeing boss despite the two being heavily pregnant, escape seemed more and more impossible. Suddenly without reason a wall coalesced in front of the fleeing CEO, she tried to turn away but found herself boxed in this dark alleyway that sprung out of nothing but her darker nightmares as she saw silhouetted by the streetlights Amy and the whore making their way towards her the two of them naked now.

The whore's body was glistening with sweat as she waddled forward blocking the alley exit with Amy her light brown nipples hardening in the cold night air , the two were rubbing their bellies as they made their way towards Tricia. "There's no escape Ma'm" called Amy, her other hand beginning to rub her large breast.

"Not after you've been Tagged" the hooker followed up, whatever it meant to be Tagged Tricia knew she wasn't going to get it. she surged forward trying to push past the big bellied broads but each grab an arm with an iron grip lifting her up and bringing her down onto her back pinning her hands against their naked bellies, she could feel the heat from their dripping sex upon her hands as the whore grabbed at her suit jacket and white top and in one motion tore it off like cheap tissue paper her bare breasts exposed as Amy almost in trance grabbed a handful of the crotch of Tricia's pants a thumb slipping into her panties and ripped it into pieces. Her two captors marveled at her naked squirming flesh, Tiffany's hands grazed along the now bare body running up her thigh and along her flat stomach stopping at her Tricia's somewhat small breasts. She could feel her nipples begin to harden from the cold and Tiffany's swirling finger, "Your loving this aren't you?" she questioned a knowing smile forming on her face.

"Of of...of course not" Tricia called back struggling to catch her breath as blood rushed to her face.

"Oh I know my boss, she haaates this but I know what she'll really love." Amy cooed out her own hand pulling Tricia's leg in the air, she tried to break free but it was like being in a vice...or a stirrup Tricia thought as the hooker grabbed Tricia's other leg lifting it parallel with the other. Tricia saw Amy reaching for something behind her back but couldn't tell what, unable to see past her breasts, she tried to squirm and get some elevation when it struck her or more appropriately penetrated her. She squealed in a mix of pleasure and pain as whatever they were pumping her snatch rubbing deep against her insides she shuddered as some kind of ribs scraped against her back and forth. She tried again and again to pull herself free as Amy was matching her rhythm so every time she pulled forward Amy shoved forward as an orgasm began to build.

"Please...p p please stop" she cried her voice weak "Please" only to be met with another thrust from Amy as the whore leaned forward her belly pressing against Tricia's own, the whore began to suck on Tricia's erect nipple. Shoved over the edge Tricia screamed in ecstasy as her sopping sex betrayed her, hips bucking back and forth trying to squeeze out just a bit more pleasure from the odd sex toy when suddenly she felt something squirt down deep in her vagina. "What did you do!" she moaned out trying to look down when she noticed something was off as Tiffany pulled away. Her once flat stomach was rounding out, no..it was filling out. She saw Amy pull out a dripping turkey baster, a thick white fluid within she gave it a squeeze and a bit of cum splattered across Tricia's belly.

Her voice caught in her throat as Amy penetrated her again getting a rhythm with each pump Tricia felt more of the stranger's seed fill her insides, she watched as her stomach seemed to grow with each pump. Tricia tried to protest against the pleasure as her secretary kept pounding away, lost in the sensations she didn't realize the two had released her. Tricia looked up, unable to see her feet past her massive midsection her belly button now popped out, turning to face the whore she noticed her once colossal belly had shrunk down tight and toned, delicate curves now framing her. The streetwalker walked her fingers along the now inflated middle stopping at the top "Like I said earlier sugar," poking her belly button "Tag your it"

"Noooo" Tricia screamed out in a cold sweat, panting as she scanned her dark bedroom while it seemed empty a trace of fear still lingered. Rubbing her temples she tried to pick herself up struggling greatly, unbeknownst to Tricia her center of gravity had shifted in her sleep. She glanced at the alarm seeing that she was due to wake up far too soon for her to get any more rest and after the naughty nightmare she knew she didn't want to try. Her nausea from the night before had seemed to pass but now she found that her apartment had taken on a foul odor sniffing the air she found the awful smell was her freshly laundered sheets were making her want to vomit. Pushing with all her might she staggered onto her feet, a sting of all her weight suddenly shot up her legs spreading out across her crotch. Bemoaning this foul illness Tricia fought to maintain her balance as she rubbed her head Must be a fever she thought as she supported her back pressing her pelvis forward, it seemed to make walking easier as she waddled her way to the bathroom. What happened last night she wondered the night's proceeding more a blur than anything else. Her body felt so fat and bloated like she had downed an entire water cooler.

Making her way into the bathroom she sat down not wanting the bright lights to make whatever was afflicting her worse. Tricia debated taking a sick day, in the office calling in sick had always felt like a sign of weakness that her hard work could be stymied by a runny nose or broken leg. Without me the whole place would fall apart. She thought rubbing her temples as she shoved the thought of calling in sick away, resting her hands on her knees she paused at a new sensation, her weight had seemingly surged forward with the motion and she felt a tremendous weight fall into her lap. In the darkness Tricia slowly ran her hands down past her shoulders, along her now tender breasts which quivered at her cold touch perking up immediately, and down to her massive midsection.

Shooting to her feet Tricia stumbled for a moment as she made her way to the vanity mirror, flipping the switch the lights sprung on casting her nude body in their soft light. Her hair frazzled from tossing and turning her thin layer of make up a bit smeared from leaving it on the night before, her once modest bosom had seemingly ballooned out almost doubling size heavy and heaving resting atop a swollen abdomen pushing her stomach out by almost a foot, her hips had become enormous as she turned in the mirror her back arching forward to support her humongous belly. Tricia's voice caught in her throat stunned, had she somehow put on a massive amount of weight she wondered. This isn't possible Tricia insisted looking down the only thing rising past her enlarged breasts was her gravid belly seemingly stretched thin, running her hands along her waist she couldn't fight a building warmth as she rubbed her belly when she passed along rows of stretch marks.

Trying to squeeze her stomach trying to get a handful of fat she found her skin stretched thin, doing her best to think rationally she remembered how awful she had felt the night before. Maybe it was gas or she was bloated. Looking at her veritable pot belly No it would be impossible she thought as remnants of the dream returned. Feeling along her sudden growth she noticed a line from her poked out belly button dividing her stomach. As the signs were starting to mount Tricia began to spiral...