The Mother Who Ravages Her Precious Daughter with a Black Monstrous Cock
'My hair... it's grown again.'
Jo Ara's expression in the mirror was grim. Her hair, once a neat bob, now reached her shoulders—long enough that anyone would call it flowing locks.
'It should take months to grow like this...'
Yet only about two months had passed, and it had grown so fast. No, actually, the hair wasn't the real issue compared to everything else.
Squeeze— Her breasts strained wildly against her shirt, buttons barely holding on. What had been B-cups had ballooned to G-cups... and bulge—! Below them, her belly swelled so much the buttons wouldn't even close, her navel protruding outward.
No matter how much she ate, her belly alone couldn't fatten like this. Anyone with a brain knew it wasn't fat.
'No periods... breasts and belly growing... morning sickness too...'
As a nurse at an OB-GYN clinic, Ara knew all too well.
"Am... am I pregnant!?"
Her face pale, she placed a hand on her belly and muttered. If it were fat, it would be soft—but it felt hard and full inside, just like a pregnant belly.
'B-but even if I am pregnant, this size is at least eight months along! It's only been a little over two months...!'
Unaware that her fetus had absorbed a mutant futanarian's semen and grown rapidly, Ara wondered if it was some pregnancy complication... until thud—! Thud—!
"Eek?!"
Suddenly, something kicked inside, making a bulge poke out and recede on her belly's surface.
"...?"
She stared blankly. Then splash—! Slosh—! This time, a kick lower down, toward her bladder.
"Hiiik...!"
The shock nearly made her lose control. Ara yanked down her pajama pants and sat on the toilet.
Shiiiit—! She emptied the flood of urine that had built up.
"Ahhh..."
Her enlarged uterus had compressed her urethra, trapping the pee. The relief made her forget everything for a moment, her face slackening blissfully.
'Wait...?'
But then she realized what it was—the fetal movement of a well-developed baby.
"I'm... really pregnant!?"
This time, it wasn't a question but a horrified certainty.
'When the hell?! I haven't done anything that could cause this...!'
"No men around...!"
As she started to say there were no men nearby, she remembered the countless futanarians visiting the clinic—and the few among the nurses. She trailed off.
'It's possible... there was that drinking party after work.'
"Hic..."
As she ran through suspects in her head, Ara hung her head, her face crumpling like she might cry.
"Raped and pregnant... what am I supposed to do now...?"
She'd never even had a boyfriend. In high school, puberty had sparked interest, but then her dad died. Watching her mom, Ayoung, remain chaste alone, Ara had decided sex was only for marriage.
Jo Ara! What the hell are you doing? You got raped and didn't even notice... you idiot!
She'd kept her virginity, yet in some blind moment, she'd been violated and impregnated. Rage boiled at the rapist who defiled her body—and at her pathetic self for not noticing.
"O-okay, it's not confirmed yet... I'll use a pregnancy test first..."
After sobbing in the bathroom for ages, unable to face reality, Ara called in emergency leave from work and grabbed a test kit.
Ring ring— Ring ring—
"Why're you taking the day off? You sick?"
"W-well, a bit of a cold..."
"Knew it! Why haven't you taken maternity leave if you're pregnant? We're OB-GYN nurses, girl. Pushing yourself is bad for the baby and you..."
"..."
The clinic already knew she was pregnant.
'I'm such a moron...'
Everyone knew but her. Or maybe, deep down, she hadn't wanted to accept getting pregnant while still a virgin.
Step— Step—
"..."
Wearing a loose coat, face blank, Ara bought a test from the pharmacy.
Creeeak— Without hesitation, she headed straight to the women's restroom in a nearby park.
Trickle... She peed on the stick's end and waited.
"Nooo—!!"
Thud—! Seeing the two lines, Ara hurled the test to the floor.
"Hic... wahhh... sob... hnggh...!!"
Now it felt real. Covering her face, she wailed like a child.
'What do I do now? What do I tell Mom!?'
Finding the culprit was impossible. If she did, it'd be a rapist—no love there, just police and prison. If not, no justice, no compensation.
'I don't want this! I hate the idea of birthing some bastard's kid I don't even like!!'
"Sob... please... tell me it's a dream...!"
Worst of all, the baby was too big for abortion. All that remained was birthing this child of her blood and her rapist's.
Her virgin body would become that of a mother.
"Haa... haa..."
After crying forever, leaning against the toilet lid, gasping for air. Her stamina recovered freakishly fast, but the mental shock left her paralyzed.
"G-go... home..."
Muttering, she staggered out and walked toward home.
'After birth... orphanage? But it's got my blood too... the kid's innocent...'
Endless thoughts of the baby plagued her steps—until stumble—!
"...?"
She missed a stone, lost balance, and fell—thud—!
"Are you okay?!"
Someone rushed up, grabbing her arm and steadying her.
"Seriously... pregnant and wearing such high heels...!"
The woman was... Futanarian...? No doubt, from the red glint in her eyes.
"Let... let go!"
"Huh?"
Ara screamed instead of thanking her. The office lady blinked in confusion.
"D-don't come near me! Stay back!"
"Tch..."
The woman clicked her tongue and left as Ara recoiled violently.
"Huff... huff..."
Finally crouching, panting.
'Scary... so scary...!'
Futanarians on the street terrified her. Woman-faced monsters with cocks in their crotches, strength and lust beyond any man or woman.
Clack—! 'Home! I need to get home!'
Futanarians felt like nightmares. She hurried home, paranoia gripping her—any could snap and rape her.
Step! Step! Step!
'Our house... Mom's house...!'
The apartment came into view.
"Hm?"
"...!"
From the opposite direction, Mom—Ayoung—approached with a shopping basket.
Her one trusted person spotted her and waved.
Pat pat—! 'Mom... my mom!'
Ara bolted straight to her.
Poof—!
"Waaah—...! Mom! Mom! Mooom...!!"
She hugged tight, unleashing pent-up sorrow in tears.
"A-Ara? What's wrong? Why're you crying, sweetie? Tell Mom, okay?"
"Waaah... hic... sob...!"
Ayoung patted her back gently, her soft breasts a pillow for Ara's tear-streaked face.
"M-Mom... I'm pregnant...!"
"What...?"
Plop plop—! Ayoung's shocked face; the basket spilled.
"What?! Pregnant!?"
Grabbing Ara's shoulders, she stared into her eyes.
"Y-yeah...! I swear I never slept with any guy... or futanarian! But my belly kept growing, so I tested... sob... sob... it said pregnant... what do I do, Mom...?"
"No way... that can't be..."
Ara buried her face again, sobbing. Ayoung couldn't even comfort her, murmuring blankly.
Swipe—!
Her hand brushed Ara's swollen belly below the chest.
'No... I knew it...'
Flashes of Ara's naked body, belly growing daily. They'd used condoms, timed for safe days—but Ayoung had suspected she might've impregnated her daughter first.
She'd done nothing because confessing was too late, and no solution came after. She'd buried it inside.
'This is bad...!'
It had exploded now. Even if Ara called her a rapist and reported her to the police, no excuses left.
—I trusted you! You're not even my mom! What mom drugs her daughter and rapes her pregnant!?
'Aah...!'
Her greatest fear: her only daughter despising her forever.
'Wait... she said she was raped by the perpetrator?'
Ayoung recalled Ara's words while clinging to her.
'If she knew it was me, she wouldn't hug me—she'd scream "rapist"!'
Until DNA after birth, Ara had no way to know who'd impregnated her.
'Right... buy time and find a way!'
More habituated to preserving her daily life than guilt over her daughter.
"F-first! Let's go home and talk, Ara."
"Y-yeah... Mom."
Ayoung supported her swollen-bellied, pregnant-with-her-child daughter, face coldly sunken, passing the apartment entrance.