ENTER: REBECCA WEBER, sitting in a small twenty-four-hour ramen shop. She's still wearing her dress; her hair is tied in a high ponytail. She's playing with the sandals that KOREKIYO bought her, kicking them off and slipping them back on under the table. KOREKIYO is at the counter. He's still in his suit. Both of them are horrendously overdressed, but none of the other patrons seem to care.

REBECCA, under her breath: What am I doing?

She turns around, glancing at KOREKIYO, who looks back at her and smiles uncertainly. She returns the smile and turns back, redirecting her gaze at her interlaced hands. A few seconds later, he returns with two steaming bowls of ramen, one of which he sets before her.

KOREKIYO: Let's eat. My treat.
REBECCA: Thank you.

They eat. REBECCA finishes her ramen quickly. KOREKIYO takes a sip from his Pocari Sweat and regards her over his spectacles. REBECCA meets his gaze.

KOREKIYO: Hungry?
REBECCA: ... yes, actually.
KOREKIYO: How would you like another bowl?

REBECCA smiles. It's not polite or demure. Indeed, there may well be a whiff of challenge inherent in that smile. Or, perhaps, flirtation.

REBECCA: Why not?
KOREKIYO: Why not, indeed? You have a very healthy appetite.

His voice drops unconsciously, as though he's unsure of himself.

KOREKIYO: I like that.

REBECCA reaches across the table, covering his hand with hers.

REBECCA: Make that two bowls.

KOREKIYO gets up with unseemly haste and makes his way to the counter. REBECCA watches him go through half-lidded eyes. When he returns, she takes the bowls of ramen from him and digs into the first one unceremoniously.

KOREKIYO: You never asked me what my quirk was.

REBECCA makes a noise around her mouthful of ramen. It could be a moan. She takes a long slurp from the soup in her bowl and belches into her fist.

REBECCA: Sorry.
KOREKIYO: It's fine.
REBECCA: I... I didn't really think it was relevant. To ask about your quirk.
KOREKIYO: May I ask about your quirk?
REBECCA, easily and with faux-casualness: Sure.

She's rehearsed this several times in the privacy of her own apartment.

REBECCA: My body is always converting parts of itself into, um, stuff. A type of material. I'm not sure what exactly it is, but it accumulates in my abdomen, and I have to expel it every few months. It's why you may have noticed that I'm a little thick around the middle.
KOREKIYO: I don't mind that.
REBECCA: You don't.
KOREKIYO, with unexpected courage: It's quite attractive, actually. People who practice self-denial are not, as a rule, terribly fun to be around. 

He twists his lips.

KOREKIYO, quieter: Though I'm one to talk.
REBECCA: Oh? And why's that? Does that have anything to do with your quirk?

KOREKIYO shrugs. REBECCA moves on to her second bowl of ramen as she waits for him to gather his thoughts. After a few minutes, he continues.

KOREKIYO: I have a quirk much like yours. Projection-type, I think. That's the term for it.
REBECCA: And does it come out from your hands, or...
KOREKIYO: How about you? Through which organ do you expel your material?
REBECCA: That would be best discussed in private, I think.

She finishes her ramen. Three bowls in one sitting. KOREKIYO, too, works his way through his one bowl and offers his hand as REBECCA rises to her feet. Her dress, if anything, appears even tighter. The indent of her navel is plainly visible through the stretched-taut fabric. Glancing both ways, they cross the road, descending into an underground carpark, and draw closer together. KOREKIYO's warm breaths ghost over REBECCA's neck, prompting her to turn away slightly. They speak in hushed tones.

KOREKIYO, raggedly: So, how does it come out?

Wordlessly, REBECCA takes his hand and guides it down to her pubic mound.

KOREKIYO: What... a coincidence. Mine comes out through...

REBECCA presses her index finger to KOREKIYO's lips.

REBECCA: Don't tell me. Show me.

KOREKIYO glances around.

REBECCA, amused: Your apartment.

They enter his vehicle with unseemly haste. As KOREKIYO's Lincoln Continental bursts out of the carpark, well above the speed limit, REBECCA glances over at him with a coy smile. His hands are sweaty, and he's drumming his fingers against the steering wheel.

KOREKIYO: I... do I have to...
REBECCA: Pay? No. I'm not that kind of girl. This is on the house. Don't worry, though. I have plenty of experience.

KOREKIYO adjusts his collar.

CUT TO: The interior of KOREKIYO's apartment. The door is shut, but there are some noises coming from the other side. With one last THUD, the door swings open, revealing REBECCA, legs wrapped around KOREKIYO as he lifts her bodily into his apartment. Her sandals clatter to the floor as he kicks the door shut behind him, mouth disengaging from hers as he switches on the lights and draws the curtains. His patent leather shoes skid across the tiles as he heaves her onto the couch, where she lies, splayed out, chest rising and falling as he looks down at her, breathing heavily, hair mussed, pupils dilated. Her hair-tie has come off, and her blonde locks are spilling down over her shoulders.

KOREKIYO: Just let me...

He removes his shoes. As he does, REBECCA kicks off her panties and flicks them at him while his back is turned. KOREKIYO catches it instinctively, eyes widening as it registers. REBECCA takes advantage of his dumbfoundedness to grasp the two halves of his jacket, hauling him towards her and the couch, whereupon she undoes his pants, her long, thin fingers working nimbly to free his erect cock, already leaking.

REBECCA: My, someone's excited.
KOREKIYO, through gritted teeth: I'm a virgin.
REBECCA: Even better.

She wraps her arms around his shaft and gives him a good pump, causing a large gobbet of cum to spurt out from its tip. It splatters over her face.

KOREKIYO: I'm so sorry.
REBECCA: No. No, it's fine.
KOREKIYO: I've dirtied your face.
REBECCA: Nothing a tissue won't fix.

She sticks her tongue out and licks at the fluid splattered over her mouth. Her eyes widen, even as she grabs KOREKIYO's proffered tissue and wipes her face and neck clean.

REBECCA: It's sweet.
KOREKIYO, surprised: What?
REBECCA: It's so sweet. Like caramel or treacle. Pudding. Syrup. Wanna try?
KOREKIYO: I don't... um...
REBECCA: More for me. You do have more for me, don't you?
KOREKIYO: Yes, ma'am.
REBECCA: Good boy. Now, shut up and let me work.

Retying her hair into a loose ponytail, she licks her lips and takes his still-hard cock in her mouth. KOREKIYO plants his hands on her shoulders and tilts his head back, breathing through his nose as she sucks, head bobbing as her left hand massages his balls and her right hand dips past the mound of her gut to delve at her crotch. No fumbling, no teeth, just the right amount of suction. Before a minute has elapsed, he's cumming again, hard and fast, and REBECCA swallows it all, throat working, gulp after gulp. KOREKIYO pants, hands moving to his hips to prevent them from thrusting violently into her mouth, and hisses as she disengages with a pop, his cock glistening with her saliva.

REBECCA: My, my, my.
KOREKIYO: ... you liked that?
REBECCA: Do you have more for me?
KOREKIYO: Yes. Yes.
REBECCA: Bedroom. Now.

KOREKIYO hauls her upright with a grunt. She's ever-so-slightly larger, her plump belly pushing out against the soft, silky fabric of her dress, impossible to hide, its curvature prominent. REBECCA kneads it as it gurgles, mouth twisted in a slight moue of discomfort. KOREKIYO notices.

KOREKIYO: Are you okay?
REBECCA: Aren't you sweet. Yes, I'm fine.
KOREKIYO: We can stop if -
REBECCA: Nope. No stopping. And don't let any of that drip onto the floor. I want it all.

KOREKIYO hurriedly stuffs his cock back into his boxers. They stumble into his bedroom, whereupon REBECCA shoves him onto the bed and moves to straddle him, his cock slipping in tip-to-base, hands splayed over his pectorals, running over his sculpted chest and abdomen.

REBECCA, biting her lip: You're in shape.
KOREKIYO, with difficulty: I... go to the gym... three times a week.
REBECCA: Less talking, more fucking.

She starts to buck, shoving KOREKIYO even further in as something inside of her tightens its grip on his cock. KOREKIYO sees stars.

KOREKIYO, faintly: Is this how... a vagina... is supposed... to feel like?
REBECCA: Oh, I added a little something to improve your experience -

She breaks off, whimpering. KOREKIYO groans. They continue in this vein for a few minutes, building, building, building.

KOREKIYO, high-pitched: I'm going to -

He cums a truly heroic amount, filling REBECCA up incontrovertibly, indisputably, completely. The jut of her stomach becomes even more exaggerated as her womb expands to accommodate the fluids being pumped into her. The organism in her canal expands slightly, filling up all available space to prevent any leakage; it's almost completely airtight. Plugged. KOREKIYO doesn't notice. His eyes have rolled back in his head.

REBECCA, under her breath: Oh, fuck.

Her stomach is growing. Its tip juts out to KOREKIYO's navel and is steadily creeping onwards, the pressure indisputable. It's a novel experience for her. REBECCA removes her hands from where they've been pressing into KOREKIYO's chest and runs them over the increasingly-strained fabric of her dress. KOREKIYO squeezes his eyes shut and then opens them.

KOREKIYO: What the...
REBECCA: No, no. Don't stop. Keep going.

She bucks against him, the organism alternatively tightening and loosening. There's even some suction, even though a vagina should not logically be able to provide such a thing. The flow, if anything, increases. REBECCA's eyes widen as her stomach pooches outwards, the pressure that it's exerting on her dress intensifying all of a sudden.

REBECCA: Oh, Jesus.

Her seams of her dress begin to pop, one by one, revealing the milky skin underneath as her belly yawns outrageously outwards. KOREKIYO is entranced, and REBECCA notices. She shifts again, stifling a wince. Her hands peel the ragged remnants of her front-panel away and toss them off the bed, and she grinds her underbelly against his abs.

REBECCA: You like this, huh?

KOREKIYO grunts.

REBECCA: I can't believe you're into me being swollen like a tick. Bloated with your cum. Inflating bigger and bigger. Filling... filling... full.

The bed creaks as REBECCA bounces on his cock, fingertips dancing over the monstrous orb of her ballooning belly, leaving little crimson indents on the already-stretched skin. She's never grown this fast in such a short period of time before, but she's in too deep, and so is KOREKIYO, gasping for breath as her thick thighs hold him fast. The tip of her gut continues to creep up his torso; it's almost at the bottom of his pectorals.

REBECCA: Okay, I think... I think that's enough. I'm full. I don't think I've ever been this big before.

KOREKIYO doesn't respond. REBECCA frowns, patting his cheek, and presses a hand to her belly as it groans, dangerously full. A spark of concern flares in her chest. She plants her hands on his chest and heaves, trying to lever herself off of him, but to no avail.

REBECCA: Tohmatsu-san? Korekiyo? I'm... I don't think I can get off of you without help. I need...

No response. REBECCA tries again. Her heavy, gurgling gut is on the verge of swallowing up KOREKIYO's pecs. She's panicking. With increasing desperation, she tries to rouse him again, speaking faster and louder, occasionally lapsing into English.

REBECCA: I really need you to wake up now, big guy. I... God, you're a fucking faucet. Where is all this fluid coming from? You ought to be dehydrated by now. Have I dehydrated you? Shit. Shit, shit, shit...

Her face contorts in discomfort and, perhaps, a hint of pain. She's practically at capacity, the bulbous orb of her gut audibly complaining as her womb struggles to find more space in which to stow the fluid that's still pumping into her. But there is no more space.

REBECCA, breathing shallowly: I'm going to pop.

She looks down at herself, reaching out with her arms in a bid to encompass the entirety of her mass, but succeeds only in stroking the flanks of her overgrown stomach. It's so full that she can almost feel it creaking with the effort of keeping all that liquid in. Taking as deep a breath as she dares, she closes her eyes and prepares for the worst... but the worst is over. The flood has slowed to a trickle, and KOREKIYO's eyelids are fluttering. As he opens his eyes, his field of vision is dominated by a vast fleshy orb. It is only after a few moments that he notices REBECCA's pale, drawn face peeking out over it.

KOREKIYO, groggily: ... what?
REBECCA: Thank goodness you're awake. Help me off.

REBECCA twists her legs underneath herself, her insanely tight grip on his cock loosening. As KOREKIYO plants his hands on her thighs and lifts, she topples to the side and onto the mattress beside him, her incredible weight making the bedframe shake, dislodged at last. The huge sphere of her belly sloshes audibly as she pants, one hand pressed to her chest, too spent to move, beached on the bed. Her stomach is a mountain emerging triumphantly from the ruin of her dress, which she is currently wriggling out of, revealing a modest bra beneath and nothing else. KOREKIYO looks on, riding the post-coital high.

KOREKIYO, drowsily: It appears that I fell unconscious.
REBECCA: Something to take note of.
KOREKIYO: I'm sorry. I've got to get something to eat. I think I've been quite conclusively, ah...
REBECCA, wryly: Drained. Yes.

Wincing, KOREKIYO heaves himself upright and stretches, spine creaking. His suit is rumpled. He doesn't make eye contact as he stuffs his cock back into his boxers, does up his pants, and leaves the room. REBECCA watches him leave before sagging back against the mattress and sighing in pleasure as a number of wriggling maggot-like organisms venture out from her stretched-taut uterus and begin to devour the last dregs of cum trapped in her plugged-tight opening.

REBECCA, giggling to herself as she comes undone: Look, ma. No hands.

She stretches, slender arms exposing hairless armpits as her fingers intertwine above her head, and is asleep in seconds.

CUT TO: KOREKIYO's bedroom. Sunlight streams across REBECCA's slack face as she stirs, then awakens fully. She yawns, stretching, and rubs her eyes, her psyche caught in a strange in-between as the events of the previous night catch up to her. She's never been so unguarded as to sleep in before. Typically, she leaves shortly after getting her rocks off. Then again...

REBECCA, murmuring: Would I even fit into my blouse?

She presses against her bare stomach. There's no give at all; it's hard and densely-packed, filled to the absolute brim. It is also intensely sensitive, and warm to the touch. REBECCA bites her lip, eyelids fluttering.

REBECCA, throatily: Enough of that. Else I'd never get out of this bed.

Huffing, she heaves herself upright and exhales as her gut settles onto her thighs, consuming her entire lap. It's so heavy that it soon forces her legs apart, its underside pressing into the mattress. REBECCA unties her ponytail, running her fingers through her tangled curls, and looks around blearily. The door is shut, and from what little she can see of the floor from craning her neck, the ragged remnants of her dress have long since been swept away. She rocks forwards and backwards, hissing through her teeth as she tries to rustle up enough momentum to launch herself upright, and succeeds in tottering forwards for a few steps before pressing her hands to her back and shifting into an unashamed waddle. As her bare feet press into the cold tiles, the door opens, revealing KOREKIYO. He's dressed in a polo tee and shorts.

KOREKIYO: Good morning.
REBECCA, guardedly: Good morning.

He looks unreasonably chipper. She doesn't blame him.

KOREKIYO: You were sleeping so soundly that I didn't want to disturb you. I slept in the guest room.
REBECCA: Oh. Thank you.
KOREKIYO: Don't mention it. Breakfast?
REBECCA, slowly: ... yes. Yes, that would be nice.

She trundles forwards slowly, acutely aware of her nakedness. Despite her overwhelming fullness, she finds herself surprisingly peckish. KOREKIYO has laid out a platter at his table. There's something on her seat.

KOREKIYO: Your, um...
REBECCA: Oh.

With some difficulty, she slides her panties on. They're mostly dry.

KOREKIYO: I also took the liberty of purchasing a dress that might be able to, ah... accommodate your girth.
REBECCA, amused: Ah. My fat, plump gut.

She slaps it coyly, but winces as it sloshes. KOREKIYO's fingers dig into his lap, but REBECCA is already digging in. She polishes off the bread and the sausages quickly enough, but begins to flag as she runs into the scrambled eggs, and is halfway through her stack of syrup-drenched pancakes when she abruptly leans back, panting. Her lips are greasy. KOREKIYO stares at her, enraptured.

REBECCA, with difficulty: Thank you... for the meal.
KOREKIYO: You're full?
REBECCA: Stuffed.
KOREKIYO: I like a woman who can eat.

With unexpected assertiveness, he lifts her fork out of her nerveless fingers and cuts her remaining pancakes into a dozen bite-sized chunks.

KOREKIYO: Just a few more bites. Almost there.

He feeds her the remainder. REBECCA makes a show of resistance, twisting her head away from his fork, but she's too full to move, and they both know it. So the pancakes go in. As the last bite passes her lips, REBECCA swallows and shakes her head, spent. Her gut judders in her lap as it strains to digest her massive meal while accommodating her grotesquely inflated womb at the same time.

REBECCA, huskily: No... more.

KOREKIYO leans forward, but REBECCA avoids his lips. He stops, confused.

REBECCA: Look, I'm flattered... but. Um.

She's not equipped to give this sort of talk, especially not after she's been stuffed practically to bursting. Her stomach churns as her hands play over its incredibly tender surface. She tries again.

REBECCA: I think that... well, you're a virgin, right? And first times are always special. I thought I was in love with my first. I wasn't.
KOREKIYO: Oh. Just sex. Yeah. Of course. Got it.

He sounds faintly disappointed.

REBECCA, relieved: And, you know, it was fun, so I'm not saying I wouldn't turn down another round at some point in the future, but I'd be even happier if you were to call me in for another event. 
KOREKIYO: So, first time's free?
REBECCA: Of course not. Like I said, not that kind of girl. But if you're in the mood, and I'm in the mood...
KOREKIYO: Right. Right. Of course.

He clears his throat.

KOREKIYO: I won't say that I'm not disappointed, but we can be amicable about this. It was good to meet you, uh...
REBECCA, encouragingly: Rebecca.
KOREKIYO, brightening: Rebecca.
REBECCA: It was nice to meet you too, Korekiyo.

There's a brief pause.

REBECCA: Can you help me up?

CUT TO: The interior of REBECCA's apartment, wreathed in a murky twilight. The door creaks open, revealing REBECCA standing in the doorway. She's tilted herself a little to the side to allow her hand to grasp the doorknob. Red-faced and sweating, she waddles inside and shuts the door, a cloud of insectoids hustling her tote to her usual seat by her window. She's wearing an expensive-looking maternity dress with floral patterning. Despite its tent-like size, it is too small for her. Its hem extends only halfway down her thighs. Whimpering under her breath, she stumbles to her seat, moaning as the edges of her stomach rub against the armrests of her chair. Her overfull belly is visibly quivering as something moves about beneath the skin.

REBECCA, murmuring: Please... please...

Her hands stroke at her belly in an almost maternal fashion as she pulls up her dress. New stretchmarks have appeared on the red-tinted, glistening surface of her gut for the first time in a long, long while. She's never been this big before. There's something bulging against her panties. She doesn't have the presence of mind to stumble into her bathroom for some privacy. She isn't even in the right frame of mind to stand back up.

REBECCA, steeling herself: Gotta get 'em all out.

She takes in a deep breath and exhales gustily, puffing out her cheeks. Then, she pulls her panties off, gasping at the pressure. There's something inside her opening, something hard and chitinous. Plugging her up. Maintaining the farce of being enormously, impossibly pregnant. 

REBECCA, quietly: Can't go to work like this.

She bites her lip. The thing inside her pussy begins to work its way out into the world. Her massive stomach quakes, pinning her to her seat. REBECCA slides downwards, hands tightening and loosening around the armrests of her chair.

REBECCA, with difficulty: Can't... let anyone see me... like this.

CUT TO: A tree outside REBECCA's apartment. A pigeon pecks at a worm atop a branch. As it straightens up, the worm wriggling in its beak, it tilts its head at her window. The curtains flutter. As they do, the sound of buzzing becomes distinctly audible. The pigeon remains perched atop its branch, head tilted inquisitively, for a few more moments. Then, it abruptly takes to the air as a swarm of insectoids bursts out into the open, a chittering cloud of blackness. They remain tightly packed together for the first few seconds, but soon dissipate, scattering in every direction. After a few minutes, another pigeon alights on the branch.