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On God though, bc I can be thinking about a comfort character, I think of them with a belly and then I have to very quickly pivot to something else.

Having a pregnancy kink is hilarious to me. Just take a character you like, draw their belly round, and then—boom. Aroused.

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Invisiberry Page Five

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Our Moms are Lovers? Chapter One

This story is very much inspired by a good mutual @Drinkapus who’s stories I love (I worship at her altar)

I waddled towards her pumps. Being so big, I had to get Da-Eun to help me relieve the pressure that kept building up in my boobs. “Sorry to make you keep doing this honey.” I apologised to my beloved daughter. She gazed at me, and I was glad she didn’t judge. “Mom, it’s fine. Not your fault your condition makes you a huge blueberry.” That was true.

I’d been a blueberry all her life thanks to all of this.

I could barely wear clothes either, when I was juiced I’d swell up far too fast, I’d practically given up. “You have that thing today with Katie don’t you?” I asked, remembering she was going over to her place for a study day. “Mom, you don’t have to, you’re barely big enough to fit in the truck!”

“I just want to make sure you get there safe!” Sure I was codependent. After being a single mom for so many years, who could blame me? “A-and besides, pump me down and I’ll be thin for a while!” I would take any bit of mobility I could get, but at the same time I knew we were in a hurry.

“I’ll just roll you Mama, it’s fine!” She tipped me onto my back, my breasts flopping in my face before she rolled me outside.

Fitting me into the harness took ten minutes, and I watched carefully as Da-Eun drove. I knew she’d gotten her licence a few months ago but I was still wary. Hundreds of gallons of juice sloshed inside me and any sudden jerk would bring on the nausea.

We made it to Katie’s house and Da-Eun manoeuvred to help me out. I bit my lip. “Are you sure you want to do this? I can always call your aunt to come get m-“ Da-Eun shook her head, and I shut up.

“Mom. I’m not ashamed of you. I adore you. If Katie doesn’t like it she can kiss my ass.” I didn’t like the language she was using, but it wasn’t like I could do much to stop her. I felt Da-Eun’s hands on me as I was rolled out, and set on my feet. My colossal weight settled gently, and still had some give to me. Utterly naked, I scanned the driveway and saw Katie and her mother.

Katie’s mother was beautiful. Brunette with short hair, a red dress donning her slim, supermodel form. It made me intensely jealous, wishing I could be that hot. But it also set off a coil in my belly, a lust that made me want her fiercely. Her look of shock was quickly replaced by a stammering mess, watching my every move as Da-Eun helped me approach.

“D-Da-Eun told us you had this condition, b-but I thought she was exaggerating!” She hadn’t meant to blurt that, poor woman. “Shit, I’m so sorry-“

“Breathe.” I reminded her. “I don’t blame you for not believing my daughter, if I wasn’t living with it I’d think she was lying as well.” I sent an apologetic glance Da-Eun’s way, watching her shrug it off. This was off to a really awkward start. I waddled on the spot, my taut frame shuddering as I did so. God, summer heat always made me so tight!

“U-um, wanna come in? I’m Verity by the way,” Katie’s mom introduced herself.

“I’m Hana.” Manoeuvring me took all three girls, pushing me into the far too narrow doorway. I felt like a difficult piece of furniture, hearing them heave and grunt as I finally popped out the other side. I was lucky with my pregnancy that the surrogate babes were all safe and sound, cushioned within hundreds of pounds worth of juice.

Only problem there was that with a quick -pshhht- I’d sprung a leak, lactating blueberry milk down my front.

“Oh, shit. I’m sorry to ask, do you guys have any tissues or anything?” Verity noticed the leak by now, gasping. “Oh my God! We have some towels you can use, just give me a moment!” She rushed towards a drawer, pulling out some towels, and I very pointedly looked anywhere but those wide, motherly hips that by all means I should have had too-

She was wiping down my breasts, staining the towels blue. Fuck, I was being such a bad guest- “I’m sorry, please let me help somehow,” I offered. Verity shook her head. “No, no, don’t worry your pretty little head about it, you just focus on getting comfortable.” She called me pretty! Even indirectly, I bit my lip, cheeks burning with barely disguised attraction.

“Please? I might be a pregnant broodberry, but I can at least be good entertainment or something?” Verity chuckled, leading us through into the living room. The girls ran off to Katie’s room leaving us alone. Okay, now all I had to do was not be a disaster lesbian and everything would be fine.

“Don’t worry, genuinely.” Verity’s eyes roamed my body. I felt my cheeks go hot, I hadn’t had attention like that in a long time. “So, how does Da-Eun feel about her new siblings?”

Oh, I’d forgotten to elaborate on my situation. “Oh! These babies aren’t mine, I’m a professional surrogate! About the only thing I can do apart from selling my milk.” Verity seemed to be trying to keep her attention off of my leaking nipples, and I found it endearing.

“That’s amazing! Have you had other surrogacies?”

“Every year since Da-Eun was born.” It had helped raise her, having a permaberry mom who couldn’t do anything, and had to have family help meant I needed several sources of income. “Every baby I birth I get 250k, so it helps support my mortgage and raising Da-Eun.” I explained.

“250k? I make 350 in a year, you must be super loaded!” Verity murmured. I blushed, knowing the truth. “Not really? My income from surrogacies only comes in at the end of the pregnancies and by then I have tons of tax to pay off and upkeep to my uh.. milking barn.” I admitted. Verity’s eyes twinkled and I had the feeling she was holding back giggles.

“You have an entire barn? That’s wicked, what’s that like?” I was surprised she was taking so much of an interest, but I did love my barn. “Oh it’s mostly a utility hut for when I give birth and when I’m pumping, but I even had the money to buy Da-Eun an arcade machine in there for my morning juicings. It’s more a second house than a barn, it’s even got a second floor!”

“That must have cost a ton!” Verity enthused. “I’m assuming all these babies more than pay for themselves?”

“Oh most definitely!” I agreed. “I’m just this big, pregnant balloon, forever growing bigger, and bigger, only to pop and do it all over again!” I agreed. I loved being pregnant, loved being able to help people start families. “Did you never want more of your own?” There was the question I’d been expecting.

“I do. Always did. I got plenty of time, I always reasoned to myself, but I feel like it’s slipping away from me.” I confessed. I wanted a huge brood, but since Da-Eun’s mama had died it had just been going through the motions. Verity reached closer to my belly, then thought better of it. “It’s okay, you can feel.”

Verity touched my belly and gasped, “You’re warm!” A kick met her hand and I giggled. “Hello babies! Now you guys wake up?” Verity seemed touched by that. “I know these aren’t your babies, but that’s such an honour.”

“Oh, it’s no problem!” I was suddenly aware of the tension between us and bit my lip. “What about you? Is Katie your only one?” Verity hummed, continuing to rub my belly. “Yeah, I figured I was content with her. Nowadays I think I’d want some new little ones, but it’s probably past time for me.”

“Never too late,” I affirmed. “I know one woman I worked with had twins at sixty, I think you have plenty of time.” Verity coughed and her eyes almost sparked out. “Damn, sixty? You go girl!” I agreed, and with the silence comfortable I really examined her. “You have freckles.” I giggled. Verity’s cheeks went rosy and I saw her nose wrinkle, her full, plump lips upturned.

“I’m kinda a master when it comes to tanning.” The images that conjured were enough to get my mouth watering, but I held back my lust. And when Verity moved her hands up to my chest my breath hitched. “You got big boobs.”

“Have to have ‘em with all this milk.” I replied. I was this big, blueberry cow of a woman, and I’d fantasised days on end about being some farmer’s only cow, when I was younger I’d even considered buying a farm just to hire some farmhands.

“You ever think about selling it?” Verity questioned. As a matter of fact, I already did, it was what my milking stall was for. That and my masturbatory sessions grinding on my cunt to relieve any sort of pressure inside me. “Actually, I do!” I told her. “It’s kinda my main thing I do aside from my surrogacies. I kind of stumbled upon the hucow kink a while back and well…it suited me.”

“What’s the hucow kink?” Verity asked curiously. She evidently wasn’t in the same kink spheres as me so I was forced to elaborate. “It’s where women uh.. dedicate their lives to producing milk.. and sometimes babies.” I stammered through the explanation. Verity’s cheeks were a rosy pink. I’d made her blush, an achievement I found quite elating. “So, you’re the perfect hucow then?” Verity teased.

I’d realised soon enough I knew next to nothing about how Verity spent her life. “So, what do you do?” I asked quietly. “I’m a CEO.” Verity explained. “I actually spend my time managing a goods delivery service that works with multiple farming towns over the country.” Oh, so that was how she could afford the luxury mansion, the smart tech and the really clean aesthetic.

“That’s amazing!” I enthused. “You must be some kind of clever girlboss then!” Verity seemed to like that, and she turned slightly, grabbing herself a drink, then pouring me a glass of water. “I like to think so, it’s a virtue I’ve tried to instil in Katie a lot.”

We chatted about our daughters for a while, though the conversation inevitably came back to me. “You’re just as badass as me you know. You’re a business babe like me running the pregnancy market like it’s the 1950s baby boom.” Verity told me truthfully. My ears felt warm, the praise was swelling my ego quite a bit. “Really? I always just saw myself as a big, fat mom making ends meet.”

“No, really.” Verity continued. “If you built your own distribution network, I bet you could fill your belly with as many babies as you liked.” And wasn’t that an amazing thought. I could finally have more babies even as a single mother. “I’ll have to implement that, do you have any contacts?”

“I can write it on your boob if you like?” She offered. “Most practical place I can think to put it.” She explained. She brought out a marker, and I enjoyed the squeak as she wrote the number on my generously engorged breast. “There, call that number and the lawyer should help talk you through everything.”

“Oh, thank you so much!” I was truly grateful for the opportunity, “So have you raised Katie on your own too? The photos in the hall were only of you two.” I asked cautiously. Verity shifted, looking out into the garden pensively. “Actually yeah, but it’s not what you think,” She told me, turning back to face me.

“I wanted to raise Katie single, I’d gotten out of a bad relationship and I decided I still wanted a baby,” She started, “So I went through gene therapy and afterwards, I picked a donor, and voila, my beautiful daughter.” I felt an immense sympathy for Verity suddenly. Being single myself I understood just how hard it was to scrape out a living for two people under even today’s current judgments.

“She’s a really nice girl,” I commented. “I kinda think our two girls have a crush on each other.”

“Right? I thought that too!” Verity enthused, her hands enclosed over her soda glass. “Though Katie told me that it’s a strictly platonic thing, I don’t know why though.” Well then, I was completely surprised by that. “Oh, are they sure? There’s something there, I’m sure of it.”

“Oh well, guess we’ll figure it out soon.” Verity hummed, and then had an idea. “Hey, I was supposed to go to the gym today, you wouldn’t happen to work out?”

“Not really, I’m more a gym ball than a gym user.” I joked. My body meant I pretty much never worked out even in the rare occasions I got juiced. “That’s fair, but hey, you wanna try out some reps?” I was very curious, but I was also very flustered. The thought of Verity using me as her muscle-bar had my heart racing, my cheeks burning. I thought I’d become the Sun, but I managed to reply. “S-sure!”

“Give me a second to get changed.” Verity told me. I waited patiently as she rushed towards her bedroom. Ten minutes later, she came out and… I about had a nosebleed. She was wearing a cute red gym bra and some tights which showed off her very curvy hips. Oh, I was so gay. “You-you look hot-!” I blurted, whining at my sudden giveaway. Verity started, then lightened.

“Thank you! I work hard for this bod.” She joked, clearly noting my embarrassment. “Now, are you okay with being rolled?” I appreciated the question, although from a hot woman like Verity had me damn near hyperventilating on the inside. “Yeah, that’s fine, I’m used to it!” I told her.

“Great!” Verity gently set me on my back, my vision going right to the ceiling, the fan blowing cold air on my belly. I shuddered, my belly gurgling before Verity rolled me into the cutest home gym I’d ever seen. There was a treadmill, lifting bars, a full arm-bar set up and there was a rowing machine. And a set of weights. “Oh, this is all so cool!” I complimented.

“Thanks, I’m a bit of a gym bunny. C’mere.” Verity gestured. I did so obediently, and she grabbed my hips, grunting as her muscles bulged, laying down on the bench press with me on top of her. “Fuck, you weigh like a ton!”

“Yeah, but you said you got this!” I panicked. Was I hurting her, “Damn right I got this!” Verity swore, and slowly I felt myself lifting up. Her hands were on my belly, and pressing me up, she began pumping. I could feel her muscles pulsing and quivering with each push-up.

“Sixteen…. S-seventeen-!” Verity kept going, but nearing twenty, sweat beaded her brow and she dropped me onto her chest. “Twent-fuck!” She gasped, gently rolling me off. “Shit, are you okay?” I asked concerned, did I just kill the most beautiful woman on Earth?

“I’m-I’m good, just.. breathless.” Verity waved. “Physics huh? How does that shit work?” She joked, and seeing that she was fine I lightened.

I looked out the window and gaped. Then looked at the clock on the wall. “Da-Eun and I got here at half twelve right?” I asked Verity.

“Yeah why?” I pointed to the clock. “It’s nearly six o clock now.” Verity spluttered. We’d completely lost track of time. “We should probably get home now.” I started making excuses, and Verity nodded. “Yeah, I gotta cook dinner!”

I quickly collected Da-Eun, and with her driving us home, I broached the question. “Is there really nothing between you and Katie?” I asked her.

“Nope! Actually, we were kinda hoping there was something between you two. So I gave her your number.” I squeaked. She did what? “Da-Eun, why would you-“

“I saw you in the gym, you two were flirting!” She defended, her pitch rising. “Mom, you haven’t loved anyone in years, and Mama died before I was born. You guys like each other, so try it out!”

I was nervous. What if it ended badly? What if I got hurt again and what if I got too far in only for Verity- I stopped. Thinking that way was uncharitable to her, she wouldn’t. I collected myself, and bit my lip. “We’ll try it out, but not because of you two.” I flapped my hands petulantly.

“Sure Mom.” Da-Eun snickered.

Later on, I got a text on my phone.

-Hey! I know you’re, in your words, ‘stupidly pregnant,’ but I was wondering if you wanted to get out to a coffee shop sometime? - Veruca.

My heart raced, and I eased my swollen body onto my side to text back.

-I’d love to! Just uh, I might give birth that close!

-I don’t mind.

-Then it’s a date!

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Bellymanga Tribute Page Four

Told y’all we roll differently here.

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Mythos: Dagon, Maker of Armies

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Robert and Amelia were new money. On the greener side of the bay from Innsmouth, Robert’s business selling cigars was singlehandedly keeping the fisherman’s bay from a riot.

So it was baffling to find his accounts lowering in revenue, his accountant calling him day in, day out. “Amelia, have you seen what this new study from those doctors in England have said? Cigars give you cancer!” He’d have to find a new line of work at this rate.

"You're joking!" Amelia wandered over, checking the news bulletin. "Well there's always the fabric markets?" She suggested. Her own endeavours into dressmaking had spawned several factories across New England.

"No, I think it's time I asked the Leader," Robert sighed. The Leader was the head of an order called the Esoteric Order of Dagon, an order dedicated to the worship of the Old Ones. They'd joined up initially thinking it was some form of social club, then revealed to be a religion.

Robert had been skeptical but Amelia had bought into it, she'd always felt out of sorts in the material world and she grasped concepts Robert often failed to about paracausal happenings.

Now both of them were in too deep, and they were members of the group, long-time donators to the cause.

Robert and Amelia got in the car, and a sense of beginning flooded Amelia. This felt like the right step to take, felt like she was about to become something she was always meant to be.

The trip up to the Order headquarters ended in a long, winding road down to a desolate church in the middle of no-where, a mural of a Great One plastered on the forefront of the building. Inside, the interior was candle-lit, the floor a checkerboard pattern and pillars of marble extending up into the arched roof.

The Leader stood cloaked in red and gold lining, face hidden. There was a permanent air of whispers and murmurings, and Amelia often said she could see wisps trail out from under his hood, but never saw his face. “Leader.” Robert bowed his head respectfully. “We have come for guidance. Our business is beginning to fall into the red, and we must find some way to fix it before we end up back at square one.”

The Leader turned to face them. Acolytes shuffled about in the shadows as it mused. “Misfortune is often something humanity must deal with, yes?” It questioned. Robert began to get frustrated. “Leader, you don’t understand.” He told the cloaked one, stress marring his features. “We clawed our way to where we are today and I will not see us put back in the gutter.”

“Husband,” Amelia reminded softly. Robert calmed, standing back by his wife.

The Leader stood motionless for a few moments. Then, it began to lift its hood, and a smoky cranium, eyeless and dark revealed itself. The room grew dark and the Leader seemed to grow in size, mutating, shifting into a beastly, spindly floating thing. Amelia stared, it was a beautiful kind of horror, and Robert seemed to disagree. “What are you?” He cursed, terror chilling his veins.

“I am Dagon, the Maker.” The beast rumbled. “I will assist your plight, but with ONE condition.” It held their fates in its hands, and Amelia kneeled before it. “The condition, old Maker?” She asked.

“Children,” it purred. “You will bear hybrid children within your womb, becoming a true vessel for my spawn. They would be yours in name, but MINE in power.” Amelia had always wanted children, but she’d always thought they were a few years away. Now, she was to become a mother earlier, and to many.

Robert froze. The God knew his desires. Knew he’d wanted to see Amelia permanently round with his children, and had taken that desire. Made it part of His. And Robert didn’t know that he had the willpower to resist. “We accept,” He blurted.

“Goood,” The God drawled. “Our business here is concluded.”

-

Amelia had noticed her pregnancy less than eight weeks later, her belly already rounded. The God had ended up putting three children inside her. She swelled through the weeks gently, her maternal swell bulging forwards into the silk dresses she wore. Her breasts grew several cup sizes and she simply kept growing.

“They feel like ours.” She commented one night during her third trimester. Her huge swell meant that her movement had been restricted for some time, and she actually quite enjoyed the feeling of being gravid. It was indulging her husband’s huge breeding kink as well, she knew just as well as him he loved seeing her swell with babies. “They do,” He rubbed the huge swell in slow circles

Her gown was split open, exposing the belly band she’d had tailored for herself, black and covering her belly for now. Robert rolled it down, exposing the tanned, pinky sized nub of her belly-button. “And this has gotten so big,” he commented. Amelia hummed, acknowledging it when his fingers brushed over the sensitive button. “O-oh! Every part of me is big.” She groaned. “And I’m only gonna get bigger.”

She hit the end of her third trimester, ending up going two weeks overdue. “Uggghhh, I don’t know if I can take much longer-!” She whined, heaving her way through the kitchen, snacking on the latest chocolate cake Robert had baked for her.

She shifted minutely, then felt a crack. Then a splash. “Oh, shit, shit, shit, Robert!” She called, waddling towards their birthing suite. Robert raced towards her. “Time?” He asked. “Time.” Amelia confirmed, groaning as she settled herself onto the bed.

She waited for hours before she was able to push. Amelia shifted, feeling the first baby descend. Robert watched, gasping as the baby visibly moved downwards. “Okay baby, you got this?” He asked his wife.

“I got this.” Amelia pushed, and the baby practically slid down her canal, right into her bulging vagina. “Oh, shit! Baby, ow, oh, oh, ah!! She winced, leaning into a squat. She grunted, a normal human head popping out of her crotch. “OH!”

“You got it!” Robert grinned widely. She looked beautiful like this, and she made it look nearly effortless. Amelia grinned, skin flushed with pregnancy hormones, giving her a warm glow. She bore down and the rest of the baby slid out. The baby looked normal except for the blackened veins, the pale white hair and the black sclera. And yet Amelia fell in love. “Hi baby!” She cooed, holding the baby girl to her chest.

Robert helped her deliver the last two babies. Robert looked upon them. While he had fallen in love too, these babies didn’t feel natural. They felt otherworldly, wrong almost, a discomfort in his bones that told him these babies weren’t meant to exist. “They’re adorable.” He conversed with Amelia. “They’re beautiful.” Amelia agreed.

-

Her next pregnancy was even larger, stuffed with five babies, by her second trimester she’d reached the size she’d been when she’d been overdue with the triplets. Given how short she was and how tall Robert was, it was hardly a surprise that her entire waist had become dominated by the baby-cramped sphere that was her turgid, pregnant gut.

“I’m gonna be huge soon.” She told him, waddling through the grounds one day. She could no longer wear any of the fashionable dresses she used to. Instead she was basically wrapped in a makeshift toga, which in any case wasn’t holding in her breasts anyway, bigger than her head. She was producing colostrum currently, but she pumped for milk every single day, she estimated she got about twelve gallons a day, which to her was insane.

“I know, but these are our children.” Robert had been gaining new hires to help with the massive load of babies they were expecting. Things were getting weird in Innsmouth recently, he’d heard from one of the new hires. The docks had been overrun with new immigrants claiming to hail straight from the sea, and while Robert seemed eager at the new income, their new maid simply smiled, eery and cold. “Be careful what you wish for,” She’d told him, nodding towards the overly bloated Amelia, snacking on yet another morsel, rubbing her turgid tummy.

“The triplets are growing strong.” She commented. They were growing quickly too. They’d surpassed the toddler stage quickly, and Robert was ninety-nine percent certain babies weren’t meant to grow that fast. He knew it was the hybrid in them, and while a normal man would have been jealous, he was proud. His wife was a fertility goddess for a God, capital G, and she was swelling riper and riper every year.

“They’re chaotic too.” Robert had caught their youngest levitating through the halls one night and had had to coax her down with an entire tin of cookies. “You’re growing so big, I can’t wait until you’re a vessel.” He held her gargantuan belly. She let out a little mew, her hands planting themselves over his. “I think you’re more excited about this than I am.” She giggled, her tan, round cheeks rosy and warm.

“Can you blame me?” He replied. “You’re so fat, Amelia. So rounded, so pregnant. Our children grow in this crammed, tight womb, and you’re a breeder for an Old One.” Her breath hitched, turning in a slow heave of her belly to face him. “Yes, husband? Is there something you’d like to do to celebrate that?” She teased. “Very much so.” He growled.

-

Her third pregnancy.. her third pregnancy she carried eight babies. She could barely leave the grounds anymore, and Amelia was basically immobile more often than not. She wasn’t round enough to roll yet, but she could tell she was getting there.

Her firstborn were mature now. As was she. Robert had them taking care of the younger children to help out their other employees within the house. With how big she was, she needed three people just to lift her up onto her feet. She waddled around slowly, her hefty belly wobbling in front of her. Her breasts had grown beyond any metaphor she could conjure for them, constantly attached to breast pumps.

Robert opened the door to the greenhouse, where she sat naked on a chair, her generous asscheeks overflowing the seat. Over the past four years she’d gained three hundred pounds, and the much heavier woman basically wobbled every time she moved.

Robert’s cock throbbed, approaching his wife. “Why is it I can never keep my hands off of you?” He wondered to her aloud. Amelia felt him separate her fat legs, his hands splaying across her expansive belly. “Because I’m your big, pregnant wife. Your breeding whore like a village girl opening her legs to any man who wants her.” She teased.

He stirred, unzipping his trousers. “We’ve made a hundred million in the last year.” He told her, his cock at full mast. He teased her sex, his breath hot on her fattened belly. “Please husband,” she begged. With her consequent breeding frenzy, she’d grown careless about anything business. All she wanted was to be pregnant, she couldn’t live without being full.

Sliding inside her, Robert revelled in how warm, how wet her fattened sex was. Motherhood had been generous to her and with her pregnancies, she was so sensitive she howled upon entry. “Ohhh!”

Amelia grunted and groaned pleasantly. Robert enjoyed teasing those sounds out of her, ensuring she was overwhelmed within minutes. “Robert, Robert, Robbie!” She whined. Her fattened hips wobbled, his cock pulsing inside her.

“I know, I know Amy.” Robert hadn’t been able to get enough of her the last four years. Pregnancy had made her fat and fertile, but watching her had turned him into a beastly, feral thing, craving her plush womanhood every hour of every day. She was a goddess in his eyes, and she was the perfect baby factory.

Amelia bucked atop him. The chair was creaking and groaning below her, eventually snapping with a sickening crack and sending her falling onto her ass. “Shit, are you alright Amelia?” Robert slowed his ministrations. “Mmmmm!” Amelia moaned. “Gonna have bruises…” she pouted. Upon seeing that she was alright, Robert ramped up his pumping again.

Amelia could feel his pace quickening. She accepted it gladly, even if she couldn’t do much on the ground. She mewed and whined, feeling huge and just so, so pregnant. She cried out when his cockhead hit her cervix, her clit throbbing as he fucked her. “Robert!” She cried out, gripping his hands on either side of her belly. Robert pistoned into her again and again, and Amelia could barely keep up.

Wet slapping noises echoed through the greenhouse, Robert’s cock twitching. “Fuck, Amy, I’m going to come.” He grunted. Amelia’s cheeks were bright rosy red, and she was breathless. “Please Robert, seed me, breed me all over again-“ And that tipped him over, Robert unleashing a fountain of cum into her womb, gasping as his orgasm wracked his entire body.

Amelia gushed around him, her tummy gurgling, the babies kicking in response to their mother’s sudden orgasm. She shook quietly, pulsing and shaking. “Nnnnnnffff…” She could barely form words, unable to get up she was that fat.

Robert helped her sit up. “God, you’re radiant.” He panted. Amelia rested her head in the crook of his neck, and Robert hugged her belly.

-

Amelia had another pregnancy, and then on her fifth pregnancy, she did it. She became a vessel.

Three hundred pounds heavier, a few short of a ton, she was pregnant with a staggering fourteen babies. She had been immobile since month five and Amelia had been living in heaven. She had twenty three kids now, and half of them were mature. They took care of the babies dutifully, and her house was full of handmaids and servants.

She’d figured out they were Old Ones the moment they walked in the door, but Robert didn’t see it. She wouldn’t tell him, he didn’t need the stress now that they were billionaires.

Her belly rumbled one night, and almost possessed, Amelia thundered her fat ass down to the cellar.

She ate ravenously, gorging herself through several barrels worth of preserved foods. Stuffing her face with one meal after another, she finally stopped after fourteen servings of makeshift sandwiches.

She laid on her belly, so blissfully fat she could barely move the fat cones of her limbs, when her form shifted. Growling loudly, a sound like air hissing into a balloon emanated from her body. “W-what?” She tried, and watched as her limbs were absorbed into her body permanently, rounding out into a gigantic pregnant ball.

“Robert!” She called upstairs. Minutes later, he rushed downstairs, seeing the ball that his wife had become rocking on her bloated cunt. “I-I did it..” She celebrated aloud to him, flapping her hands. Robert practically had hearts over his eyes, and like a man possessed bowled her onto her back. “Mine, mine, MINE.” He rumbled. Amelia laid back and let him ravage her.

-

They were enjoying her form the next morning when one of the servants opened the door, the Leader walking in. “So your transformation is complete.” It murmured. In the presence of the Old God, her children stirred. “Good. I thought you’d like to know,” it started. “Last night, Innsmouth was wiped away by a flood last night. You are the richest people on the planet, and our children will inherit the remains.”

“Thank you,” Robert shook the Old One’s hand. “You’ve given me the greatest gift possible.” It was not Robert’s gift, Dagon thought, it was his. But he would let Robert think that. “Of course, I am a kind God unlike my siblings. Please, enjoy the fruits of our labour, it seems she’s ready to birth again.” Robert turned, and indeed, a pool of fluid was at Amelia’s feet.

When he next turned back to the Old One, Robert found he was gone. “Thank you,” he whispered to the air again, before turning to help his wife.

How about a cthulhu mythos-related story??

Taking place in the 20th century, a young and rich new money couple is living in a manor somewhere in new england near the coast and somewhere near Innsmouth before the town's destruction.

At first the couple didn't really think about having children, but the couple would find out that their wealth was starting to run out so they had to figure out how to maintain their luxurious litestyle.

Then after asking the leader of the Esoteric Order of Dagon (the husband and wife thought it was some sort of weird name for a social club at first when they joined), the couple made a deal with some deep ones for the wife to be their breeding incubator for hybrids, and in exchange the couple would be rewarded with all sorts of riches.

Then was the years went on (and many pregnancies), at first the wife looked like the very definition of fertility and motherhood as she would often be pregnant with multiples (preggoalways as a reference for that), but later on she would become a permanent pregosphere who never leaves the manor grounds, and with all of their staff (mostly handmaids) actually being deep ones in disguise.

(Also apparently, the reason why the deep ones interbreed with humans in the mythos is because when non-hybrid deep one populations reach a certain size females tend to kill their young for some reason.)

Ooooooooo added to the list.

[blueberryinko]

Hey man I've been noticing your mom's womb tattoo starts to glow when I'm around her

[blueberryinko]

The grinch, bloated with my cum, waddles away his fat ass cheeks clapping with each step in the quite moonlit night, now having been filled with the "christmas spirit" the grinch found new purpose as his womb grew three sizes that day

[blueberryinko]

As a heads up, I am no longer answering asks that I find profoundly distasteful or that actively distress me. I wasn't really doing that before, but I am now making a direct statement about it.

If you GENUINELY don't know if something is appropriate or not, you CAN DM me about it to check. The worst I will say is "no, sorry" as long as you're respectful of me and my boundaries. MOST of the erotic asks I've gotten don't bother me.

There is a decent chunk that... Frankly I don't know if they're asking because they actually like that stuff or because they think I actually like that stuff. Or if it's just asking for the sake of being distressing. But I will inform you of one important thing: I can block and aggressively have blocked people through annon. They give you a handy dandy button for it and everything. If you send me asks that are blatantly harassment or blatantly psychotically fucked up, I am not required to be polite back.

[blueberryinko]

Thank you for the wonderful shirt off my Amazon wishlist

[blueberryinko]

So the advice I’m looking for is mostly in the magic system. With my recent stuff I have delved a LOT more into fertility magic and, in unrelated modern stories, pregnancy superpowers, but given the next chapters of my fantasy story are going to involve pregnancy based magic, given the bounds of big families, should I prepare for my character to go from knight to mother a lot more?

-Inko

It sounds like you’re diving into an exciting and unique angle with fertility-based magic and its intersection with your character’s story arc. Here’s some advice to help you flesh out your magic system and narrative:

1. Set the Boundaries and Costs of Fertility Magic

• Purpose and Function: Decide how fertility magic manifests in your world. Is it purely for creating life, or does it extend to enhancing vitality, nurturing the land, or even healing?

• Balance of Power: Make sure there’s a cost to using this magic. For example, does using fertility magic drain the user’s energy, or does it have long-term consequences (e.g., permanent changes to the body, reduced lifespan, etc.)?

• Cultural Implications: How does the society in your story view fertility magic? Is it revered, feared, or taboo? Does it create a class of women who are specifically trained to wield this power?

2. Integrate Pregnancy-Based Superpowers

• Physical or Magical Enhancements: Does pregnancy enhance your Dame’s strength, endurance, or magical ability? Maybe being pregnant allows her to tap into unique powers like enhanced intuition, healing abilities, or defensive shields.

• Vulnerability vs. Power: Pregnancy can be both empowering and challenging. Explore how her new magic or role as a mother forces her to grow emotionally or strategically. Perhaps her heightened powers come with physical strain or increased risks to her safety.

3. Narrative Growth from Dame to Mother

• Parallel Arcs: If your Dame is transitioning into motherhood, use this to parallel her growth as a warrior. How does the responsibility of protecting her unborn child (or children) reflect her duty as a knight?

• Themes of Legacy: Fertility and motherhood lend themselves well to themes of legacy, honor, and sacrifice. Your Dame’s journey could involve not just becoming a mother but also grappling with what it means to leave something behind for future generations—both in terms of family and her knightly deeds.

• Conflict with Identity: Does your Dame struggle with the transition from warrior to mother? Or does she see the two roles as interconnected? This inner conflict could provide rich character development.

4. Practicalities of Pregnancy in Fantasy Battles

• Adaptation to Combat: If she continues to fight while pregnant, how does she adapt? Does her armor change? Does her fighting style shift to accommodate her changing body?

• Support System: As a knight, she likely has comrades. How do they react to her pregnancy? Are they supportive, or do they doubt her ability to perform her duties?

• Time Progression: If fertility magic accelerates pregnancy or allows for rapid recovery, this could explain how she manages multiple pregnancies without stepping away from her duties for long stretches.

5. Big Families and Fertility Magic

• Magical Lineage: If fertility magic leads to larger families, does this create a legacy of magical bloodlines? Are these children inherently magical or connected to the land?

• Cultural Expectations: In a society where fertility magic exists, are women with large families seen as more powerful or prestigious? This could create interesting dynamics around duty and personal desire.

By blending these elements into your world, you can create a magic system and storyline that not only enrich your fantasy setting but also adds depth and relatability to your characters. The key is to balance the magical with the human, exploring both the wonder and challenges of fertility and motherhood within the context of your narrative.

Let me know if you’d like help refining specific aspects!

[blueberryinko]

Hey Mrs P, just wanted to say that this last trimester of yours has inspired so much smut. The stuff I’ve written the past few months has been some of my best and I’d just like to thank you for being so open about how big you are, and for being such an inspiration.

-Inko

Thank you so much, Inko! I’m really grateful that I’ve been able to inspire your creativity. It’s amazing to hear that my journey has had such a positive impact on your work. I always strive to share my experiences in a way that resonates with others, and it’s wonderful to know that it has done so for you. Thank you again for your kind words!

[blueberryinko]

Experiment: Making Mom New Again

This is inspired by @notabot999 ‘s many, many pregnant mom stories. I adore how well they do them and wanted to sort of try my own homage at his style.

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Ryan and his mom Emma were like two peas in a pod. They’d been close for years and Ryan talked to her about everything. Everything except his kink.

Ryan had a fetish for pregnant women. Not just pregnant women, but women who swelled up into bloated round spheres full of babies, so dramatically crammed with life he could roll them around, their turgid diameters constantly assaulted by kicks and wriggling by their babies.

But he couldn’t tell Emma that. He’d get yelled at, possibly even grounded. But Ryan kept his fetish, and found an old stash of pregnancy photos from when she was having him.

Emma loved her son, and with her current line of work as a contractor she was making pretty good money to raise him. She’d noticed him looking at her different lately, and she noted her old pregnancy picture box had gone missing. It wasn’t hard to put two and two together.

With Emma’s current lifestyle she knew babies weren’t an immediate thing in her future while raising Ryan, but it had been something she’d dreamed about for a while. She’d gotten pregnant young and had had Ryan as a single college student after her boyfriend had run out on her. So to have Ryan grow up and be so close to her was one of the few comforts she had.

And now here he was, lusting after his own mom? Emma should have been horrified, should have been disgusted.. but she wasn’t. She actually found his quiet staring touching, it showed just how much he loved her. So she wore more revealing things around him. She was chubby and short, her auburn hair long and flowing in bangs down her front and down her back, touching her ass when she walked.

She noticed Ryan’s lust getting harder for him to bear day after day, and she just kept teasing him with more and more revealing outfits, till one day she had her magnum opus. She was going to spend the day totally naked around him.

She walked out of the shower dripping wet and sat down in the living room, drying her hair. Ryan walked down and stopped stock still, staring at Emma treating herself. “M-mom! What happened to your clothes?”

“Hmm?” She pretended not to hear him. “Oh, those silly things? Isn’t it the trend to be naked at home now?” She got up, hugging him. Her fat breasts pressed into his chest and she felt Ryan’s erection press into her hips. “Oh my! Ryan, are you happy to see me? Thanks baby!” She kissed him, wandering off to make him breakfast.

“Mom? I mean- uh, why?” He rubbed the back of his head, gaping at his mom’s cunt as she walked.

“Because you like it, right?” She turned to him slightly. She was baking him pancakes, he hadn’t had those in months. “And you like my body.” Ryan froze. Did she know?

“Baby boy, I��m your mama, of course I know.” She’d seen the look on his face, giggling. “Plus, you left your phone open a week ago.” She told him. This was it, Ryan had died and gone to heaven. He pinched himself, yelping at the pain. This was very much real.

“Mom, are you sure?” She put her hands on her hips. “You think I wouldn’t be so sure if I was here, naked in front of you?” Ryan gave in. His erection bulged through his jeans and as she finished the pancakes, she just managed to turn the gas off before his zipper was undone and his cock was shoved into her folds.

“Annh!” Emma gasped, legs wide apart as she was forced into a mating press against the side. Ryan couldn’t believe how wet she was already, but ploughed into her with reckless abandon. “Fuck, Mama, you feel so fucking fertile.” He groaned. Emma wrapped her arms around his shoulders, completely in his grasp.

“So fertile! Gonna get so pregnant, just for you!” She hoped she could fulfil his kink, hoped she could be the breeder she knew she was. Emma felt him pumping into her, working her sex like she was his instrument.

Emma bucked on her son and she felt his balls slap against her ass. “Oh, fuck, baby, rail me!” She whimpered.

“I’m gonna get you so pregnant.” He intended to keep her bred for as long as she physically could, if that meant into her sixties he’d do it. Emma whimpered, heaving her chubby form atop his cock. She was hot and pangs of list sparked through her veins, short, gasping breaths letting him know just how wet she was for him.

“God, you’re just built for this, why did you deny yourself babies all this time?” He growled. Emma blubbered. “I was waiting for you!” She whined, and Ryan’s cock got harder if possible. “Oh, fuck, Mom, shit-“ Pre-cum spilled out of him and into her waiting womb. His cock swelled to its full length, ramming against her cervix. Emma felt his seed spill inside her and she moaned. “It’s happening, you’re doing it-!”

Ryan couldn’t believe how well she fit him, like a glove tailored perfectly to his needs. He groaned, trying his best to make her feel good. “I’m gonna make you my breeding ball, gonna make a hive of babies writhe inside you-“ Emma’s heart skipped a beat, then began to race. She was truly going to be massive and Emma was going to adore every second.

Ryan’s cock spurted another load of cum into her and Emma groaned, her belly inching out. He enjoyed the way she swelled against him, huffing and panting. In just a few months she’d be his gigantic baby-filled blimp, naught else to do but stay blown up for him. The thought nearly made him cum again but he held his self-restraint.

Emma moaned, his cock was breaking her in, and she’d never had sex as good as this. “Ryan, Ryan, please baby, fuck!” She begged. Ryan increased his pace, watching her pregnant belly wobble as it grew against him. It swelled into the second trimester mark, and he grinned, satisfied, but he didn’t stop.

Emma heaved, her breaths getting shorter as she worked up to her orgasm. The scent of his shampoo, a minty sort of fruit scent filled her nostrils, and with his hand pinning back her thigh, sliding inside her again she came around his cock, wailing. “Fuck!”

“God-!” Ryan pulsed, cum painting her womb white. Her belly bulged into a full-term looking swell. She fell into him comfortably, letting him carry her to the couch. “Mmm… I think I’m super pregnant now.” She joked, feeling almost drunk from his ravishing of her body. “Oh I know so.” Ryan told her, patting her belly possessively.

-

“I think I’m too big.” Emma told Ryan. She couldn’t fit into anything anymore. It was a good thing Ryan had already sold off her clothes, because now she was going to have to go around naked anyways. “Never.” Ryan grinned.

Only in her first trimester, Emma’s belly had ballooned. She held a hugely swollen orb attached to her waist, her tits having swelled three cup sizes in the past few months, reddened swollen nipples constantly lactating. They had no idea how many babies had been stuffed into her poor womb but Emma’s belly button was way further than her hands could ever hope to reach and her tits squeezed up into her face whenever she even attempted to waddle around them.

Hauling her to the doctor’s office had been a full two hour-long mission, and even then Emma got stuck between the car door and the entrance. “Ryan! You made me too big!” She whimpered, her fat ass pinned between the wall and the car. “Wow, good going Mom, you’re a blimp already.” Ryan teased, hauling her out. It took several attempts and Emma whined, feeling the friction in her far too small mom jeans.

Said mom jeans caught in the car door as she was yanked out, tearing in two and falling off of her massively pregnant body, leaving her in panties that were stretched so far over her ass they were basically transparent, her swollen cunt clear to see through the fabric.

“Ooohhhh!! She whined, falling onto Ryan, who caught her belly expertly, guiding her through into the office.

Every other pregnant woman gaped at the blimp that was hauled into the waiting room, Ryan sitting her down. “Are you gonna explode?” One mom asked. Emma whined, rubbing her bloated expanse. “Noooo.. I’m only like ten weeks..” All the ladies paled, clutching their own bumps.

“Who did this to you?” Another asked, Ryan sitting down beside her. “I did.” He said smugly. The women all stared at Emma’s balloon-like belly, then to Ryan. “Oh, you poor woman, you’re gonna pop.” An older MILF told her. Emma was very well aware of that possibility but the damaged Ryan had wrought on her body was already being done, and there wasn’t much she could do about any of it.

“Ms Barre, are you ready to come in?” The female doctor called, and then took stock of her newest patient. She’d never seen a woman as drastically gravid as Emma, and as the pregnant woman waddled towards the doors, she soon got stuck. “What the fuck?” The doctor, who Ryan learned was named Rosa swore. “Help me get her through?” Ryan ordered more than asked. Shook by the sheer fecundity of the mom in front of her, Rosa pushed on Emma’s fat asscheek and with Ryan’s help popped her through into the examination room.

“Just how exactly did this happen?” Rosa asked. Ryan rubbed the back of his head. “So uh, she kinda discovered my browser history and then we had sex? Kinda the usual way.” Rosa glanced over at him. “And you did this to her?” She walked forward and gathered her ultrasound equipment, watching Emma cooing and moaning, rubbing the endless expanse of her stupidly overfilled womb.

Rubbing the ultrasound wand over Emma’s belly, it soon became clear just how many babies the fertile preggo had inside her. “Fourteen babies? You’re kidding me.” Rose spluttered, looking towards Ryan again. “You knocked up your mom. With fourteen babies?”

“What can I say, I got her genes?” He tried to excuse. Emma looked at the ultrasound, fourteen little lives squirming around inside her, “Twelve babies… hello babies, I’m Mommy…” She rubbed her belly again, and Rosa crossed her arms. “I’m studying her.” She started to deal with Ryan.

“Under my supervision.” He shot back. Rosa was going to do that anyway. “Your mom is the most fertile woman on Earth, I want the chance to see just how many babies we can cram into her once she’s done having yours.”

“Done, for five hundred thousand.” He reasoned. Rosa wasn’t going to have a problem with that grant given the stupidly pregnant woman in front of them both. “Done.” She shook Ryan’s hand. “Now get her out of here, I need some ibuprofen.” And she needed to cum, desperately, but that was for within the private confines of her office.

Ryan helped Emma out of Rosa’s office, watching her struggle to waddle back to the car. “I did this to you..” He growled to her. Emma whimpered. “I know, and you’re gonna do it again..” She was committed to this now, to being his baby factory, to being his breeder.

-

Emma’s second trimester saw her grow even bigger, and her gain had been equivalent to nearly six hundred pounds, making most of her round and plump to a ridiculous degree. Her breasts had bloated up bigger than her head, and her body was just so exaggeratedly pregnant her torso had become a singular round mass, her ass so huge it had basically made her torso a giant spherical thing.

She still had her limbs, but they were so fat and thick she had trouble waddling, had trouble grabbing literally anything and Ryan just teased her about it. “Come on Mom, people are gonna mistake you for a beached whale at this point.” He heaved her out of her copious amount of plushies and pregnancy pillows, pretty much the only way she could sleep nowadays, and she whined.

“I AM a beached whale honey, you did this to your poor mama and I’m so stretched out, so big I might actually pop!” She huffed. Ryan just admired the way her swollen teats sloshed and jiggled, so full of colostrum and milk she heaved every which way. “I know, and I adore it. Besides, you have three more months don’t you? C’mon, we’re gonna go look at that new house today.”

She was made to get dressed in a far too small green bikini. Waddling around in the hot summer heat made her sweaty frame glisten with sweat and Ryan just led her by the hand.

“Mr Barre?” The property manager greeted outside the massive mansion, shaking Ryan’s hand before noticing Emma. “Oh, this is your mother? You told me she was tremendously pregnant but this is.. fantastic!” The manager pawed Emma’s swollen belly, watching as the babies kicked. Ryan became possessive, removing his hands from Emma’s gut.

“I know, she’s huge! Which is why I got us this mansion, would you mind showing us around?” The manager led them inside and showed them the doors. “Adjustable doors for whatever scenario you two please to carry out,” And Emma suddenly thought of Ryan squeezing her through them on the narrowest setting, forcing her to squeal and moan her way through, leaking his cum from her fat pussy.

“Oh, that’ll come in useful with her maximum size.” Ryan commented, and the manager agreed. “And since you’ve told me you plan to keep her pregnant as long as she can breed, I had our guys go through the property to turn as many rooms into nurseries as possible. If you can believe it, there’s twelve nursery rooms in this sucker!”

Ryan hauled Emma through the house, touring through every single room in the mansion. This five hundred thousand grant had made them so much richer than they had been and they’d basically been handed the new home. “Along with that, there are eight spare bedrooms along with the master one, for all your new childrens’ needs.” Emma’s breasts started leaking copiously, engorged to full capacity. Ryan frowned and checked his watch, it was about that time.

“Thank you, I think we’ll take it.” He told the manager. “There’s a pool here too?” He asked. The manager handed over the keys and Ryan fingered them carefully. “You’ll find it just out back, modified to fit your very attractive mom’s maximum size.” The manager promised, quickly vacating the premises. Ryan and Emma were left in the middle of one of the nurseries, Ryan turning to Emma, who pouted.

“Ryan.. I’m so engorged-uh!” She huffed. She’d never felt this big in her life and she adored it, but also her breasts felt about to burst. Ryan approached, squeezing her boobs together. Emma felt tingles run through her breasts as he milked her, waggling her useless arms. She was lowered to the floor, Ryan’s cock at full mast. “Then it’s a good thing I’m here to milk you Mama.” He growled into her cleavage, burying his face in it before rising back up.

His cock slid into her waiting belly, fucking her thick nub of a belly-button viciously. Emma bucked, his cock enveloped by her pregnant warmth. “Ryan!” She begged, feeling his hands squeezing her rock hard nipples, so swollen with milk they had basically become entities in their own right. Milk spewed in twin fountains from her teats, his thrusts into her belly consistently rough.

Emma could feel his brutal assault on her womb. She was so massive that at this point she was no longer able to resist, just laying back and taking it. Her body jiggled with every thrust, Ryan’s manhood pulsing and throbbing inside her. Emma groaned, her hands rubbing what she could reach of her primally packed womb. “Ryan, Ryan, Ryan!” She mewed, unable to believe what had become of her.

“Good girl Mom, carrying my babies like a good fattened cow.” Ryan teased. His cock head poked at her womb, her deep belly so huge with the fourteen babies he’d pumped into her they kicked in response to him, Emma’s cries and mewling music to his ears.

Emma felt her arousal slowly climbing, the sounds of creaking skin and the slow rumble of her pregnant belly far from the only sounds in the room, dull AC curing the summer heat even though sweat continued to drip down the diameter she’d developed, rocking and heaving with every pump Ryan forced into her.

He pistoned in and out of her, watching as she grew more flustered, her cheeks red with arousal, and watched her become wordless, overwhelmed by the sheer electric lust pulsing through her.

“Agh!” Ryan grunted, the mom-son couple orgasming at the same time as a white, hot load of cum erupted into Emma’s belly, bloating her womb even fuller if it was possible. “Annnnhh!” Emma moaned, finally exhausted, her breasts having been pumped of all the milk she currently had.

Ryan ended up heaving her up and out into the pool, spending the rest of the day staring at her as her fat frame bobbed, too heavy and wide to sink into the water at any point. She was truly bouyant by this point.

-

Emma’s third trimester was her biggest. And she had literally become a life-crammed sphere. During her eighth month her limbs had been swallowed by her gigantic womb and her hands now rested in divots, much the same for her feet. Her breasts were bigger than she could care to define at this point, and her ass was as big as the couch seats themselves, nearly immobile if not for the slow, hefty waddle she’d developed.

Rolling her back to the hospital took no time at all for Ryan, and once again Emma found herself a spectacle. Today she was to be the centre of attention at a hospital-sponsored medical event, the birth of Emma’s new babies.

“You’re gonna do great,” Ryan told her, kissing her engorged gut. Rolling her towards the exam hall they passed the maternity ward again, all the pregnant mothers in the seats gaping at her spherical fecundity. “I know baby, and then you can pump so many more babies into me.” That was Ryan’s plan, and this time he’d learned a little bit of magic to help with that, not that he’d tell her that yet.

“You were right Rosa, she’s huge!” Another female doctor remarked as Emma was rolled towards the congregation of doctors. “I did tell you. She had weekly prenatal appointments with me and I’ve recorded everything above board.” Rose poked the turgid expanse that was Emma herself, and Emma whined. “W-wait, I’ll pop!”

“Please, you’re in no danger of that.” Rosa told her. “Your body is biologically hardwired to hold any amount of babies you become pregnant with, you’re humanity’s perfect baby factory.” Emma felt cum leaking from her motherly cunt, biting her lip. That was really all she was now, a beautiful fertility goddess, a huge maternal sphere dedicated to birthing dozens of babies at a time.

“Let’s get that diameter check done now.” Rosa ordered. Several doctors heaved Emma upright, and as she stood there, her feet feeling swollen due to the pregnancy, they wrapped a gigantic tape measure around her, not stopping until they ran out of tape measure. “Ms Barre, you’re exactly as wide as you are tall, you’re four foot nine in total. That’s nearly sixteen feet in square diameter. You’re a life vessel Emma.”

“I knowww!” She huffed, grinding her vagina into the floor, arousal spiking through her core. “What about my weight?” At that they had Ryan roll her onto an industrial scale. “This scale was specifically built for testing things like construction machine weight,” Rosa told Emma. “You break this, I will be so pissed.”

Thankfully, Emma’s considerable heft was barely an issue to the scale, but the sheer weight on screen made her gasp. “I’m a whole ton?” Ryan let out an appreciative whistle. “And yet rolling you makes it feel like nothing.”

“Emma, you’re a medical marvel.” Rosa told her, Emma flapped her hands, beaming before she felt a sharp tightening in her belly, then a splash signalled the breaking of her waters. “Uhh, Rosa? These babies are coming noww!” She called out.

“Right on schedule,” Rosa told Ryan. “Roll her onto her ass and we can get started.” Ryan did as he was ordered, and with Emma’s bloated mom cunt on full display, they waited for her to dilate.

Once she was at full dilation Emma began to push. Slowly over the course of the night, all fourteen babies were delivered, Emma deflating down into a much fatter version of the MILF she’d been pre-pregnancy. She looked upon all her babies, beaming. “Aren’t you glad I hired all those nannies now?” Ryan teased.

“Yeah yeah, you were right baby.” Emma told her son, laying down in the hospital bed. She’d not torn or anything, no sign of any stretch marks. “Well, your results came back and you’re in absolute peak condition.” Rosa approached. “At this rate you should be able to get pregnant again within the week.” Although looking at Ryan’s erection it would barely be a day.

“Actually, I have a spell to help with that.” Ryan said. “I learned a little bit of magic and should have her a ball again within like.. forty eight hours?” Emma beamed, she couldn’t wait to be full of babies again. Rosa pinched her nose in exasperation. “Alright, I’m done.” She put down her clipboard and walked out of the room.

-

A week later Emma was rolled out into her back garden, pregnant as anything. Her newly pregnant frame was just as round as she’d been pre-birth and with Ryan’s help, she was like this permanently.

“Will I ever not be pregnant?” Emma asked him sweetly. Ryan just shook his head. “Nah, I love you like this.” Emma could live with that. “But I have hired you out as a surrogate so we don’t have to take care of like fifty babies.” Emma beamed, flapping her hands. “Ohh, when do I start?”

Ryan pawed at her belly. “You already have.” She squealed as he clambered onto her, his cock sliding into her belly. She was going to enjoy her new life.

[blueberryinko]

God Mrs P, you’re so huge. You’re doing fantastically and you’re gonna hit 35 weeks no problem.

[blueberryinko]

Request: Berry Rosalina

Request for @FrankPat9

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“We did it!” Peach crowed, high fiving Rosalina. The two princesses had created a power-up all for the sole purpose of solving the food drought in the Mushroom Kingdom. It had gone on for a month already, and both of them were seeing river beds getting close to dry-out in both their respective kingdoms.

But this, the Berrygirl Power-up would solve everything. By turning one beautiful woman into a perfect, bloated blueberry breeder they could save their kingdoms. And they’d get to do it naked.

Peach brought out her phone. Rosalina was probably busy with something but it could never hurt to try. “Hey Rosie? We have a way to save our kingdoms. If you have time, could you hurry over here? We’ll explain when you’re here.”

Rosalina couldn’t believe it. They were about to save the kingdoms from drought, and she’d do anything to help her friends.

So she rushed over as soon as possible, heading to the lab. What she didn’t expect to see was both Peach and Daisy completely nude. “O-oh! G-girls, I’m flattered, but if this is a proposition-!”

“It’s necessary.” Peach assured her, holding up the Power-up. “This is what’s gonna save us all.” Rosalina had never seen anything like it, approaching. “What is it?”

“This is the Berrygirl Power-up. When any woman eats this power-up, they become a living blueberry girl.” Peach started. “They turn blue, and swell with juice until their bodies become completely rounded, their limbs absorbed inside them, their breasts swollen with milk and juice, and they’ll leak like a fountain.”

Rosalina thought they were pulling her leg. “Sure, girls, sure. And what, they’d become a living juice keg?”

“Breeding keg.” Peach corrected. Rosalina choked, “Explain, right now?” She demanded.

“Whoever becomes a blueberry girl, according to our simulations will become perpetually pregnant with blueberries the size of actual babies, birthing them every nine days.” Peach and Daisy had been working this for three straight weeks, relying completely on the simulation program Dr Mario had given them before he’d run off to Pauline. Idly, Peach wondered how she was doing, then decided she didn’t care enough right now to check.

They’re telling the truth, Rosalina realised. She swallowed. “I’ll do it.” She blurted before her brain could catch up with her mouth. “Really?”

Rosalina swallowed, grinning sheepishly. “Sure, I mean, is it permanent?”

“It would be.” Daisy confirmed. “We need the genome to bond with your cells, at which point you’d share at least forty percent of your DNA with it.” Rosalina swallowed, giving it careful consideration. It’d mean she’d be nearly immobile, she’d be huge, “Uh, I’ll do it? But first, why are you two naked?”

“Because we’re gonna be your handlers!” Peach enthused. Rosalina spluttered. “Seriously?”

“Yup!” Peach approached her and hugged her. “We thought since you’re gonna be constantly leaking from pretty much everywhere, we’d ditch the dresses and we’d take care of big old naked berry you in the same form?”

“You don’t have to!” Rosalina argued.

“Yes we do babygirl.” Daisy piped up. “We’re blowing you up, so we take care of you, that’s the deal.”

Rosalina’s cheeks were flushed. She had some very lewd thoughts going through her mind, and she bit her lip. She took the power-up, and ate through it slowly. She was through it in a couple bites, and slowly worked off the collar of her dress.

She sashayed towards the centre of the lab, turning to face Peach and Daisy. “How do I look?” She asked wryly. “Y-your nose.” Peach murmured.

Her nose had sparked up a deep cobalt, spreading quickly through the rest of her body. Within minutes she was a brilliant violet.

She held a lock of her platinum blonde hair, watching it turn a darkened blue. Darker than her own skin right now. Daisy swallowed. “Ohh.. this is hot. This is really hot.” Rosalina slid out of her dress, exposing pretty purple nipples. It was Peach’s turn to blue-screen, pressing her hands together in front of her face. “Hey Dais?” She asked quietly. “Is my nose bleeding?”

“I don’t know.” Daisy was too focused on the small blue paunched belly Rosalina had just revealed. “Is mine?”

Rosalina pressed her hands to her belly. “Mmmmm….” Batting her eyelashes at the girls, she jumped when she felt it swell beneath her fingers. “O-oh!” It grew slowly. From this small thing to a rounded slope within moments, burgeoning underneath her grip. “Girls.. look.”

“We are,” Peach confirmed, walking forward. “Growing quickly.” She observed. She kneeled down, holding Rosalina’s belly. “You’re gonna be so full.” Daisy joined her, waltzing behind Rosalina.

Rosalina’s breasts tingled, then throbbed. Slowly, juice started pumping into her tits, flowing up a size. Her nipples started to drip, slow at first, but then flowing copiously. “Oh, oh, Rosie, look at you.” Peach was amazed, it was actually happening. Peach squeezed her breast, watching as Rosalina moaned. “A-anh! Peachie! It-it feels good!” She whined.

“We know, we know Rosie.” Daisy squeezed a fat roll of Rosalina’s belly, which had now become a full blown bump. Rosalina felt up her growing form and continued moaning, feeling damp from below. “O-oh!” She felt under her belly and felt juice leaking down her thighs. “There it is,” Peach coached her. “Sweet, sweet nectar, and all from you.” Rosalina felt like a goddess, mewling, her belly damp with the blueberry milk leaking down it.

Rosalina saw Peach rise up to her level, and hazarding a guess, she leaned forward, kissing Peach. Peach gasped. She couldn’t believe it was actually happening, but she leaned into it, savouring the taste of blueberries on Rosie’s lips. Daisy bit her lip, her hand crawling up to Rosalina’s teat.

She just continued to grow. Her hips ballooned out in width and she could barely believe how fast she was growing. Rosalina’s hands didn’t know where to go, so she focused on Peach, hands gripping her lover’s jaw. Daisy nibbled at her neck and Rosie got wider, Rosalina felt juice cramming every square inch of her body.

“Peachie, Dais-“ Rosalina whined. Peach simply rubbed Rosalina’s belly as it grew, past full term with what Daisy estimated to be a quintuplets size, hanging down by her knees, continuing to balloon.

“We know honey, we know.” Daisy cooed. “Ride it out, ride it out love.” Rosalina whimpered, arms filling up with juice quick. She felt her breasts growing a few sizes, areolae ripening to the size of her palms, nipples spewing juice. She felt a hardness in her belly, gasping. “Dais, blueberries-!”

Peach and Daisy immediately gripped her belly. “Oh my god, it’s happening.” Peach murmured. It was happening rapidly too from the looks of things. “You could be due with the first in.. maybe twenty minutes.” Daisy estimated. Rosalina’s eyes widened. “W-wait, I’m gonna give birth today?!” She squeaked. Daisy rushed to comfort her. “Hey, hey, it’s not gonna hurt, it’ll be fine, we’ve gotcha.”

“O-okay.” Rosalina moaned, her thighs so tank-like they were being absorbed into her body. Her lower body was being filled out faster than her upper body and her cunt was very slowly edging towards the ground, splitting apart her legs. “Fuck girls.. feel so good-!” Her orgasm was nearing its peak as well, arousal climbing higher and higher. Rosalina wobbled, her centre of gravity shifted drastically, her torso this turgid orb crammed full of juice.

“And we’re here to help honey.” Daisy squeezed Rosalina’s asscheeks together, suckling Rosie’s neck. Peach bent down, starting to drink from Rosalina’s nipple, gulping down copious amounts of juice. Rosalina mewed, gasping and groaning. Daisy ground herself on Rosalina’s asscheeks, pushing her pleasure further and as Rosalina was left on teetering, swollen calves, Daisy held her stable.

Peach drank her fill, wiping her mouth, playing with Rosalina’s stubby little forearms. Rosalina was so close to having rounded out, and mewed at the prospect. She could feel weird little pulses wracking her body and her breath hitched. “Are those… contractions?” She wondered aloud. Peach and Daisy were suddenly alert. “What was that hon?” Peach asked.

Rosalina rounded out, the pressure getting stronger. “I-I think I’m in labour…”

Daisy and Peach immediately set about prepping. Rosalina waddled on the spot, her feet slightly swollen from the pregnancy weight, breathing through a soft wave. “Mmmnnnn..” Rosalina breathed, setting her jaw as pressure began to slowly mount. “You’re doing well sweetheart, you’re only at the start.” Peach told her. Rosalina wanted to get off her feet.

“O-on my belly, p-please..” She requested. Peach and Daisy rolled her over, Daisy crouching down. A trickle of fluid ran down Rosalina’s underside, Daisy checking her swollen labia. “You’re only a centimetre dilated babes, you got this.” She encouraged. Rosalina flapped her hands. Daisy’s fingers in her fattened sex ached slightly, but Rosalina’s pleasure was very quickly overwhelming the infinitesimally small amount of pain there was.

“Only a centimetre?” Rosalina demanded, eager to just push this berry out already. She could feel it right on her pelvis, the baby sized blueberry forcing itself out of her slowly. Daisy rubbed her lover’s ass in response, massaging her. “I know, but you’re advancing quickly. Peach, nipple stim babe?” Peach got right to it, fingers tweaking Rosalina’s plump, thumb sized areolae.

Milk spewed down Rosalina’s front and she mewed loudly. “Oh, oh, please Peachie, more!” It sent sparks through her diameter, her breaths short and sweet. She whimpered, juice sloshing inside her. She felt her sex stretch a little more, the bowling ball currently stuck in her cunt inching just that little bit further downward.

Peach continued thumbing Rosalina’s nipples, squeezing her blueberry lover’s boobs, milking her like a cow. Rosalina whined, huffing loudly. Her arousal continued to build, as were Peach and Daisy’s. The two women pleasured Rosalina, but Peach was also very close to her peak, red-faced and practically vibrating with lust.

Peach gasped as her own arousal splattered down Rosalina’s belly, legs shaky and unsteady. “Oh, oh fuck!” She gasped, leaning on Rosalina. The pregnant blueberry woman nestled on Peach’s head, breathing through another contraction. “That’s five centimetres, Daisy, good mama.” Daisy encouraged. Rosalina couldn’t believe how hot being in labour felt. This was supposed to hurt, but each wave only made her want to cum even more.

“Gonna get you moving now babes.” Daisy announced. “Rolling should help stretch that pretty blue cunt enough to get this berry out.” Rosalina nodded wordlessly, letting Peach and Daisy start walking around her in a slow circle, teasing her. Her big blue ass wobbled as she attempted to crane over her diameter at them, failing at that before her two lovers encroached.

She was rolled onto her back, and then the two women started rolling her around the lab.

Rosalina felt as if she was weightless, even though a full ton of juice sloshed and gurgled inside her, she was an oceanic womb of a woman, full of juice and blueberries. Rosalina moaned, and she felt herself stretch. She felt the berry slide into her canal and yelped, juice spurting from her sex as she came again. “O-oh! Check me, check meeee!” She moaned.

Daisy and Peach set her back on her lower belly, and Peach inspected Rosalina’s bloated sex. “Ten centimetres! Okay Rosie, let’s get this show on the road, we need you to push.” Peach ordered. Rosalina breathed in, and bore down in a gentle push. “Nnnngfff!” She hissed, breathing out. The berry was partway down her entrance, weighing heavily on her pelvis. It was very, very pleasurable, but the pressure was also very distracting, even though every cell in her body was focused on labouring.

Rosalina felt it shift, gasping. “Oh, hoooo…” She curled her toes, feeling out the pressure. “Let’s move her feet a little.” Daisy suggested. Peach and Daisy each grabbed a foot, trying to widen her stance experimentally. It worked by maybe an inch and the berry dropped right onto her bulging labia, causing her to yelp. “Shit! Babes, babes! It’s right there, it’s right there!” She whimpered, orgasming around the berry lodged right in the crowning phase.

“Okay Rosie, let’s get this berry out!” Peach declared, reaching her fingers into Rosalina’s juicy sex. Rosalina whined, it ached a little, but as Peach pried she felt herself come to full crown. “Oooh, oooh, it’s coming, it’s coming!” Rosalina announced, bearing down once, twice, three times-

POP!

“It’s out!” Daisy cried, holding the gigantic blueberry in her arms. It was dripping with juice, wet with slimy amniotic fluid too. Rosalina wept in relief, closing up again. Daisy and Peach rushed around her front, crowing. “You did it Rosie, look at it!” Rosalina gaped, it was huge! That was much bigger than a baby!

“We can feed the entire Mushroom Kingdom with this!” Peach was so relieved, this was the way they’d stop the drought, they could save everyone with this. Rosalina flapped her hands. “Girls, thank you so much.” She was so grateful, sniffling, tears rolling down her cheeks. “Thank you for giving me this blessing, I feel right for the first time in my life.”

Daisy and Peach kissed her cheeks, hugging her tight. “Good, because this is permanent big girl.” Daisy teased. Peach rested against her divot, temple to temple with Rosie. “We need to show you off to everybody.” Peach plotted.

-

“Get up Rosie!” Daisy announced that morning, and Rosalina blinked awake. “What- what’s going on?”

“The presentation silly, don’t you remember?” Rosalina suddenly remembered Peach’s presentation on her she’d been joking about for the past week, only to realise it wasn’t’ a joke within the next moment. “W-wait, Dais, she was serious?!” Rosalina squeaked, Daisy rolling her into the shower.

“Of course silly, everyone needs to see how big and ripe our big birthing blueberry is!” Daisy tells her, switching the shower on. Rosalina whimpers as she’s washed, scrubbed clean. Daisy even cleans out her deep, unpopped navel, fat and chubby with juice and blueberries. “But-but I’m due to give birth today!” She protests.

“Even better Rosie, you can pop out a perfect example for all the girls there today!” Daisy scrubbed harder, washing Rosalina’s hair. Once Rosalina’s shower was done and her hair was done, she was still damp when she was rolled out for breakfast.

Her new breakfast regime was her being pumped full with a vat full of thick, pastry tasting cream that plumped her body to its tautest capacity, and Rosalina simply settled in like the big berry cow she was, gulping down mouthfuls of the stuff.

“Okay, you’re done baby!” Daisy announced, unplugging her. Rosalina blushed, flapping her hands, she was so bloated and full, but she wouldn’t have it any other way. “Rosieee… I’m so fulll…” She groaned. Daisy rubbed her diameter, slapping it. “That’s the idea silly, now c’mon, we got some girls to show you off to!” She bowled Rosalina from the room and off towards the main hall.

“Make way, make way, for our big blushing berry breeder!” Daisy announced. Rosalina gasped when she saw how big the crowd was, squeaking and trying to avoid every girl in the room’s eyes. There must be over fifty people here, seeing her like this!

“Thank you for coming everybody!” Peach began as Daisy rolled Rosalina up to the centre of the room. There was a whiteboard behind her, holographic. Peach rubbed Rosalina’s belly noting the contractions rolling through her form. “And welcome to the unveiling of Rosalina, once princess turned the saving grace of the Mushroom Kingdom!”

The two women started rubbing her diameter, wandering around her. “Rosalina here volunteered to turn herself into a big, ripe blueberry breeder. Her DNA now shares forty percent of it with the very humble blueberry, and she now gestates very, very big blueberries through her own photosynthetic methods!”

A woman raised her hand. “How will this help our crops?” Peach knew the benefits, of course, but for this experiment to work, they had to roll Rosalina out to the balcony. “Now, we’re gonna start working her up, and she’s gonna get real hot and bothered.” Daisy informed, massaging Rosalina’s breasts together.

Rosalina flushed, her ears purple and hot. “D-dais-Peach-!” The humiliation was making sharp, electric shocks of arousal pulse through her. It felt embarrassing, and she couldn’t do a single thing about it.

Her arousal climbed higher, rolled onto her back. Daisy climbed onto her belly, fingers sliding into the deep cavern of her navel, starting to pump. “Daisy, Daisy, ahhhh!” Rosalina’s tongue lolled out, her blue hair hanging down to the ground, fuzzy and curly, Peach continuing to present.

“Studies of the blueberry Rosalina birthed are underway, but so far the protein intake from just one is enough to nearly cure this drought entirely. Hell, with each blueberry she births, we could help the entire galaxy! We could make a serious profit, I mean Rosalina’s become the only human blueberry girl in the universe, and with her juice we have enough to reverse the hose pipe bans!” Peach enthused.

That alone got the women in the room cheering, their gazes fixed on the currently sex-addled Rosalina. She was vibrating, at her maximum pleasure. She flapped her hands and kicked her feet, her swollen cunt pointed directly over the edge of the balcony. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” She whimpered, jiggling and creaking loudly. Her breath hitched once, twice, three times-!

“UWAAAAAA!” Rosalina came in a monumental fountain, and every woman present watched the deluge of feminine berry juice flood the grounds, forming a small river down the banks. Within moments, the dried out crops, deadened from the drought returned to life, and on that point they nearly quadrupled in size, berry bushes grew to be as big as hedgerows, the fruits themselves the size of golf balls. Apples the size of watermelons snapped branches and rolled down into the Toads’ apple wheelbarrows, cracking them in two.

“Holy shit!” One woman clamoured. “I’ll buy a portion of your stock!” She called out. Daisy grinned, sitting back. Her own orgasm pooled on Rosalina’s considerable girth, running down her diameter. She climbed off, rotating Rosie around to show off the bloated labia lips leaking juice down into her ass-crack.

“You can see Rosie’s already starting to dilate, she’s doing fantastically this labour actually and she should be giving birth within the next hour.” Peach pointed with a rod to Rosalina’s leaking sex, making the bloated breeder shudder.

Rosalina heaved, rolling onto her belly once Daisy slid down, adjusting her back to face the audience. Daisy crouched down, heaving up one of Rosie’s swollen boobs. They were each the size of an entire Toad, and her nipples were pretty much thumb-sized, gushing juicy milk down her front. “These suckers are what her boobs became. Rosalina’s tits hold.. what fifty litres of juice? Something like that?”

“That’s what we estimated!” Peach agreed. Rosalina was slowly dilating. Peach walked around her to check every so often, a finger probing Rosalina’s absolutely gushing nethers, satisfied with her progress. Rosalina whimpered. “Girls, girls, please..” She’d been utterly dominated by her girlfriends, and she was naked and bloated for every woman in the room to see.

“So it could replace the lost water supply?” One woman piped up. “Even better!” Daisy called, “Release this into the water supply and our oceans come flooding back, our lakes refill, even our pools become packed to the brim!”

A round of raucous applause erupted through the building, but Rosalina’s sole focus was on the aching stretch of her swollen sex.

“Peachie! I’m dilated!” She wailed. Peach’s head snapped to Rosalina, then to Daisy. “Quick, get her facing the crowd!” Daisy and Peach bowled Rosalina over until her pussy faced the crowd again, and Rosalina could hear the click-click-click of journalists taking photos. She squeaked, her face aflame.

“Here we go y’all, the birth of the second-ever gigantic blueberry! From the fat berry mommy herself!” Daisy announced, Rosalina working her canal as best she could, her open cervix starting to bulge with the inhumanly big berry. It was the size of a damned watermelon and she gasped around it. “Oh, fuck, fuck!” She felt arousal coiling within her womb, swearing when the gigantic fruit lodged itself deep in her canal, like a bowling ball stuck in her cunt.

Rosie pushed slowly. The berry was barely making any progress, but her shudders only increased. Daisy helped massage her swollen labia, probing for any feel of the berry starting to descend.

Rosalina’s whimpers only increased, and the air suddenly felt heavy and intimate. Peach continued chatting to the women in the crowd, Daisy fully focused on Rosalina’s pleasure.

Rosalina’s pleasure ramped up, the berry sliding right down to her labia in a smooth motion. Juice gushed from her bloated sex, and Rosalina whined. She couldn’t cum with the pressure on her pelvis and she so badly needed to.

“That’s it, that’s it,” Peach guided, suddenly back with Rosie watching her progress. “I see the shell!” Daisy whooped excitedly.

Rosalina’s ears burned with unabated lust and embarrassment, but she bore down anyway, forced to listen to her body’s natural instincts. She was a big berry mommy and she was gonna give birth, it was what she was made for. No more, no less.

The berry began to crown and Rosalina whined. “Oh, oh, Peachie, Daisy!” She begged. “Doing good mama, be a good mommy and push, now!” Peach ordered.

Rosalina bore down, feeling the crest of the berry bulging her pussy. “Oh, fuck!” She came around the gigantic watermelon-sized orb, juice splattering over the two princesses, glad they were naked.

“More, Rosie!” Daisy told her plainly. Rosalina’s forehead was sheened with juicy sweat, and a sense of power flooded her juicy core. She could do this. She was a fucking fat, huge, sensual berry MILF, she was a galactic princess, she could do this. She grunted, pushing again. The berry slid halfway out and Peach dove towards it. “Come on Rosie, a couple more pushes! Into it, not away from it!” She coached Rosalina.

“Aaaannnh!” Rosalina came a second time, a stickier wave of juice splattering the royal balcony, the berry slipping out into Daisy’s waiting arms. Now that it was out Daisy gaped, it was BIGGER than a watermelon! Rosalina had pushed out a twenty pound TITAN.

The crowd stood and clapped raucously, whooping and hollering. “YEAH GIRL, GET SOME!” Rosalina was rolled upright and she beamed happily, waddling on the spot. Daisy raised the berry up to Rosalina’s crest, and Rosalina felt pride. That huge thing had come out of her!

Eventually the party wound down, and Rosalina was rolled into bed.

“You feel up for a last round today?” Daisy asked softly, both her and Peach laid atop their berry girlfriend. “H-how so?” Rosalina questioned. Peach smirked. “There’s still some cake in the fridge. Maybe if we get you to squirt hard enough our big berry breeder can make that ten times as big.”

Rosalina’s breath hitched. “O-okay, b-but only because the sound of that is really hot..” She pouted. Daisy whooped, pumping her fists.

Rosalina waited as Peach got the cake and laid it at her cunt, climbing back atop Rosie’s belly to rejoin Daisy.

“We’re gonna drink from you till you cum babygirl.” Peach teased. Rosalina barely had time to react before the girls’ lips slid over a nipple each, starting to drink from her.

Rosalina whimpered. “B-babes-…” She could feel them drinking her milk, huffing and panting slowly. It was slow gulps, purposeful and sensual. Peach and Daisy milked her swollen teats, heaving them together in partnership.

“Girls, girls, please…” Rosalina begged. Heat slowly climbed in her nethers as the girls drank their fill.

Once they’d had their fill, she hadn’t cum yet. “No matter, shall we give our very pregnant girlfriend a belly rub?” Daisy asked Peach. “We shall.” Peach agreed. The girls leaned forward, massaging fat pockets of Rosalina’s turgid gut.

Rosalina’s belly went up in synaptic shocks of lust, tingling and wobbling. She felt like a fat lump of jelly if not for how obviously taut she was, creaking and gurgling loudly.

The girls started to hump Rosalina’s fattened diameter, slow grinding building a coil tightening in their cores. “Fuck, she’s so tight.” Daisy moaned to Peach. “So taut, all for us- nnngh-!” Peach hissed back. They continued massaging, feeling Rosalina’s tense form creaking below them. “Girls- please!” Rosalina begs.

“It’s okay babes, just relax.” Daisy mews into Rosalina’s cleavage. She can’t believe this is her life now, but she wants to have babies with Rosalina for the rest of her life. She was gonna buy a ring soon, she thought idly.

Rosalina whimpers. She’s drawn so taut, shuddering so audibly it’s a wonder she doesn’t burst at the seams. She huffs, wobbling and jiggling as her girlfriends bring themselves to orgasm, breathing heavily, their hips smacking against her berry-filled womb with intense thuds, when Rosalina cums with the force of a firehose, somehow staying in place as the jetstream of juice splatters their whole bedroom.

“FUUUUUUUCK!” Rosalina wails, exhausted as her girls splatter cum over her belly, sticky and hot.

The cake, covered in juice starts growing. A sound like a 1-up power-up fills the room, and the cake practically expands to three times its previous size, a mountain like cake pressing against Rosalina’s underbelly. The frosting is cold and Rosalina whimpers.

“Goddamn.” Daisy raises an eyebrow, impressed. “Good job babygirl.” She compliments Rosalina.

“Th-thanks.” Rosalina is far too orgasmed out to think much at this point, but beams with praise. Peach slides down off of her girlfriend’s body. “I’m gonna help the Toads take this to the cellar.” She tells her girls, and leaves the room with the cake.

She comes back moments later to Daisy and Rosalina totally asleep, and she supposes it has been one hell of a day. “G’night girls.” Peach murmurs softly, climbing atop Rosalina’s belly and falling asleep just as quick.