Enhanced (4 Parts)

Note: This is a story-prompt for Alex.

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1.

Melissa Cygnus was a genius, and incidentally, a cyborg as well.

Her limbs were woven with metal and wires. The top of her head was a metal crown from which hair descended composed of fine green cables.

Her face and torso were the more organic parts of her body, though those too had mechanical additions and enhancements.

Melissa was a head taller than the typical man. She had a curvy physique, thick thighs, and large round breasts protruding from her chest.

She had replaced pieces of herself one by one. It had started with minor surgeries composed with her collaborators. She would go in to replace a damaged tendon with one that was synthetic and superior. Or she would correct a heart murmur by replacing the entire organ with a mechanical one of her own design that was superior in every way and would last several times more long than the original.

Soon she became addicted to it. Enhancing her body in every way she could think to. By then her mechanical parts outnumbered the organic ones, and she couldn't be more pleased with what she had created. She was a superior being.

Which made it all the odder to Melissa that she had been feeling off since that morning.

Typically her sensations were consistently comfortable, so she worried that some part of her was malfunctioning. Intriguingly, the living parts of her body were the most impacted. Certain areas were swollen. Others, tender. Melissa ran a simple diagnostics program and was astounded by what she found.

Extraordinary.

She was pregnant. Melissa hadn't even known it to be possible. Of course, she had taken measures to keep her reproductive parts intact. Honestly, they were better than intact. They had been enhanced in many ways. Still, Melissa had never been certain that the parts were even functional. After all, she was more machine than woman. Well, now she knew.

Melissa was anxious but also proud. In her free sexual exploits, she had never considered this to be a possibility, and found herself to be entirely unprepared.

"Oohhhh..." Melissa gasped as a feeling of tension blossomed in her stomach. The chiseled muscles there steadily smoothed out as her gray flesh shuddered forward, developing a growing curve.

She breathed through it, skin warming as her belly inched forward until she looked as though she was seven months with child. It was amazing. Her body was accelerating the pregnancy. Melissa gave a contented sigh as the growth spurt slowly came to an end, her hands settling on the new curve of her abdomen.

It had felt so good. She panted as she continued to explore the mound with her fingers, her insides feeling extraordinarily full. Her belly was pulsing. She could feel it. Throbbing with the growing life there. At this rate she would have her offspring far before she was even close to ready.

This was true a breakthrough. Melissa began to make her way towards her home office, intending to document what she could and contact some of her scientist colleagues and collaborators, but then a new surge of pressure had her freezing up and holding onto the wall. She grunted as her belly shoved and advanced, starting to shelf and heave up her breasts, which was no easy feat. Each of her breasts was two feet in width. "Ngghhh!" Melissa took several gasps when the growth spurt ended. She looked as though she was due with twins. She took a moment to catch her breath, chest heaving.

Melissa hummed and shifted her weight, suddenly disinclined to move. She felt on the cusp of another growth spurt. "Mmmm..." she was so full, her body warm and keen. She knew that birth would be soon.

There were now shivers of movement. Melissa moved her fingers down to massage them, when a new growth spurt crashed through her, more forceful than the others. Her belly bounced and practically rolled forward, quickly growing to out-span the rest of her. She moaned and arched as it continued to advance until she was gasping and leaning back on the wall. She was now supporting a belly that had to be five feet in circumference.

This was so new for her. Melissa was enhanced to perfection, physicality usually effortless. It was a strain to experience this pressure and tension. But it was good. Her girth felt heavy and low on her loins. She continued to cradle what she could reach of her mass, knowing that labor would come soon.

2.

Melissa went in to the lab that afternoon specifically to show off what had happened to her body.

And she caused quite a scene. Eyes followed her as though magnetized. Various scientists unceremoniously left their work stations and followed Melissa to her office, crowding around her as she slowly eased herself down behind her desk. Her massive belly pressed against the edge of the desk, and Melissa couldn’t have reached her computer keyboard had she tried. She still couldn’t believe how massive she had become.

“My god, Melissa, what is this?” said Dr. Jones, motioning to her form. “It isn’t what I think it is?”

Melissa nodded. “I’m with child,” she confirmed, her hands sliding up to cradle her large, warm belly. “This wasn’t something I was even attempting, but yes—somehow I’ve gotten myself pregnant.”

“That’s amazing,” said Dr. Michaels.

“By now your robotic parts outnumber your organic ones,” said Dr. Claude as he adjusted his glasses. “This is remarkable indeed.”

A smile spread over Melissa’s face. She gazed down at her belly. You hear that? You’re remarkable, she thought, and was answered with flutters of movement that seemed to litter her whole swollen abdomen. “Wow, they’re active,” she breathed.

“They’re? As in plural?” asked Jones.

“Just look at me,” Melissa responded with a wry smile. Her massive belly pushed her breasts towards her chin, and overfilled her lap. The mound was wider than the rest of her, and it began to shiver visibly in places. Melissa twisted her face when she was assaulted with a barrage of tiny kicks. She gingerly rubbed the side of the mound. “I can only assume there is more than one. Several.”

“Multiples,” Claude mused.

“Yes,” said Melissa, her face warming with pride.

A new person entered the room, pushing her way through others. A small woman appeared before Melissa’s desk. It was Dr. Withers, one of the heads at the lab. “This is quite a development, Melissa. We must examine you at once. I want to do your labs, some scans, check your vitals, and run diagnostics. Of course you will also need a physical exam as well as a sonogram…”

Melissa’s smile fell as Withers prattled on. She honestly just wanted to enjoy this, however long it lasted. “Of course,” Melissa cut Withers off. “Of course, doctor. Everything will need to be recorded. Unfortunately, I’m going to have to postpone the exams. I have an errand to run.” It took Melissa a surprising amount of effort to heave herself up from her chair. Everyone seemed to lean back to take in the full extent of her form, her belly heaving up and down from the gentle throbs of her mechanical lungs.

Melissa began to move around the desk, and people scrambled to get out of her way otherwise were pushed aside by her tremendous mound. Melissa found a certain satisfaction in this. She arched and pushed her belly even farther out. She had almost made it to the door, when Wither’s hurried over to occupy the frame, looking so small and overwhelmed, practically straining to peer up into Melissa’s face.

“I really must insist,” said Withers. “You’re already so far along. We’ve missed so much of the development. Please, Melissa.” Withers looked panicked.

“I will return shortly,” said Melissa calmly. “I promise.” With that, she proceeded forward as though Withers was not even there. Withers was practically flung aside when Melissa’s massive abdomen bounced into her.

Melissa was, of course, lying. Integrity had never been a large part of the profession.

She walked towards the exit, head held high, lab techs peering at her over their cubicals, pointing and murmuring.

Melissa got into the elevator and hesitated before opting to go down to the first floor rather than the garage. Her car had been a tight squeeze anyway. Melissa preferred to just walk, which gave her the opportunity to flaunt her curvaceous body even more.

When Melissa got outside, people gasped and pointed. Some froze in place simply to gawk. Though many people who lived or worked in the neighborhood had gotten used to Melissa’s being a cyborg, the new development of her pregnancy was causing quite a stir.

Just smiling at the onlookers or throwing the occasional wave, Melissa cradled her belly with her free hand, feeling it bob gently with her stride. Her body felt so heavy, so full.

A block down, she stopped in front of a baby store, and paused to admire a crib on display in the window. Melissa gave her belly a glance and a sigh, before walking inside.

3.

Because Melissa's body was largely robotic, she had never had much of a need for clothing. She liked showing off anyway; how she had enhanced herself so seamlessly. The perfection of her android form.

Despite all this, there was something undeniably thrilling about the concept of maternity and everything that came along with it. Melissa wanted to try on maternity clothes. It was all part of the experience.

She flaunted her body as she strolled around the maternity store, enjoying the way patrons paused to stare at her. She looked at everything, silently considering how each item could be integrated into her pregnancy.

"Can I help you with something, miss?" asked a store clerk as she hoovered around nervously.

"Yes," said Melissa. "I'd like to try on a few pieces."

The store clerk lifted a maternity dress, and as they both considered it, Melissa realized how small it looked for someone of her present dimensions. Melissa rubbed her hands over her swollen abdomen. She would estimate that her womb was easily five feet in diameter, and her breasts, each two. Her belly jutted out massively, and were she not a cyborg, she might have misjudged its distance from other objects and been continuously bumping into things. Were she not a cyborg, she doubted she would have even been able to hold herself up.

The clerk seemed to realize the problem as well. She selected a larger size, but it appeared equally unsuitable. She squeaked nervously, "we erm...well...you see..."

Melissa could have been dismayed but she found herself chuckling. "Perhaps you can show me some of your baby clothes..." She trailed off when a sudden tension sprung up in her stomach. Her face twisted slightly as her stomach shuddered, the mass inching forward as she cradled it and arched.

The clerk watched in shock. Several other customers had their eyes glued to the scene.

The tension did not limit itself to Melissa's belly. She groaned as her swollen breasts tightened, nipples distending before a squirt of milk released from each.

"Ngghhh...ohhhh..." Melissa sighed as the growth spurt steadily subsided. Her nipples continued to freely drip, and her belly felt heavier on her hips than before, movements tickling the surface.

Melissa gazed down at herself, shaking her head in amazement. "I may be in the market for some maternity bras," she said, a little breathless.

The young clerk snapped out of her reverie. "We d-do offer custom tailoring. If you don't mind waiting. We can put something together for you."

"That would be great."

It took an hour of measurements and waiting, but Melissa left the store in a custom strapless padded bra accompanied by a strapless flowy sundress that hugged into her considerable curves. Though she usually preferred being unclothed, it felt quite nice to be adorned in such a feminine way. She thought it a celebration of her upcoming maternity. She loved the way the dress hugged her torso, showing off her fecund curve. She also liked the V-neck, how it dipped low into her cleavage. She felt—well, she felt pretty. As a scientist, this seemed almost a foreign term. Beauty was a frivolous thing to care about.

Yet her femininity grew more profound with every inch that her body swelled, and she would not ignore it.

Melissa paid for her items and walked out of the store, cupping her belly fondly as it swayed with her steady movements. She had made orders for several other items to be tailored in the same dimensions as the dress and bra she presently had on. They would be delivered to her home in another day or so. But then, at the rate her unborn children were developing, she wasn't sure she would even need them.

She moved slowly along the sidewalk, watching her belly bob gently. Though she was precisely aware of her distance from objects and everything in her periphery, that didn't stop passersby from nearly bumping into her as they turned corners, exited vehicles, or gazed at storefronts. They all paused to gape at her in wonder. One person even took a picture.

Melissa just smiled to herself, her hand now trailing along the underside of her mound. She started to pass a toy store and found herself stopping to look at some of the items in the window display. Reaching out to open the door was awkward, as her belly outspanned her arms by then. She started to turn to her side to reach out when an employee opened it for her.

"Miss," he said with a slight stutter, but he quickly gathered his composure.

"Thank you," said Melissa as she gingerly made her way inside.

She gazed around at the various items and realized she had no idea what to expect in motherhood. How many babies would there be? What about temperament, or genders? What should she plan for when it came to caretaking? It was all so exciting yet overwhelming.

4.

Melissa was getting massive.

She tried to enjoy every aspect of the pregnancy that she could. The food cravings, the shopping, and preparation of the nursery, or sometimes just sitting in a comfortable place and murmuring to her little ones, feeling as they responded to the sound of her voice. She was thoroughly enjoying everything about her condition.

But she was also growing and growing with no sign of slowing down.

Her belly far outspanned all her other limbs. It was just huge, and if her calculations were correct—and they usually were—the mound had gotten to be heavier than the rest of her body. At this rate, things were bound to get complicated, the rapidly increasing pressure and tension getting rather concerning.

She was just getting gigantic, the burden soon proving a considerable strain even for an android such as herself.

She could feel herself slowing down, her weight impeding her normally fluid movements until she could merely waddle. In another few days it was a true struggle just to get out of bed in the morning. Her belly was a huge globe, practically pinning her to the spot. As enhanced as her body had become, it seemed to be no match for her growing offspring.

Melissa attempted to get up again one day but made no progress, instead feeling a bit squashed, as though she was but squirming against a crushing weight—which, admittedly, she was. Every effort she made to heave herself off the bed proved futile. Her belly was just too large.

"Oh my," she murmured of her unique dilemma.

As awkward as it was, she couldn't deny her continual amazement of how fertile she was. Melissa was extremely rational, to an admittedly synthetic degree. Rather than starting to panic, she decided to put in a call to a few neighbors.

Mrs. Smith came over with groceries, and Diane Grady brought in the mail and tidied up the house. Paloma Erickson cooked dinner and did Melissa's hair. Soon Melissa's house was crowded with neighbors, friends, and well-wishers who arrived one after the next, often bringing gifts or food with them.

Melissa couldn't have been happier. She felt like a queen. Even in bed she had been propped upright and surrounded by flowers, balloons, and delicious snacks. But it was a celebration of life. Her massive pregnancy would not be treated like an illness. Her sheer issues with mobility were a testament of how perfect her body was; how much life one being was able to produce despite so many modifications. This was truly her life's greatest work.

There was scarcely a moment that Melissa wasn't surrounded by people looking at her in awe.
Little Sandy Garrison was there. She jumped back when Melissa massive’s belly gave a tremor. Melissa couldn't help the laugh that escaped her throat.

Sandy cutely gathered her bearings. She swallowed deeply. "Can I—can I touch it?" she asked.

Melissa smiled and nodded. "Go right ahead."

Sandy carefully laid a small, tremulous hand against Melissa mountainous stomach. A baby squirmed right against the little girl's palm, and Sandy's face broke into a grin. "I can feel the baby moving!" She announced delightedly.

There was some murmuring amongst the surrounding adults, all of whom were staring at Melissa's abdomen in awe.

Mrs. Smith cleared her throat. "Actually Melissa, do you mind if I..." she trailed off.

Melissa smiled and reached down, pushing the sheets away so that her full, bare belly was exposed where it gently heaved up and down above her torso. "Go right ahead," she encouraged. "Everyone can have a feel if you want."

People were all too keen to take her up on that, a multitude of hands descending to lay against Melissa's warm, bare skin. People murmured and giggled as they felt the movements. A few soon after pulled away, but many just lingered, maintaining contact, or stroked Melissa's soft skin. Others clamored for their turn to feel Melissa's belly.

Melissa felt like a goddess. This was just surreal and beautiful, and she hardly deserved it. All she had ever wanted to do was innovate; to study. Now she was bringing an abundance of life to the world and it was a dream she had only just realized.