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McPreggo Prank 2
Menu made by @greatbigbellies who also helped write this story.
Megan Williams loved being pregnant. She loved it so much, she had a dozen children back to back. Her husband finally convinced her to stop when their eldest entered high school. That same child, now in college, pranked Megan with a mystically food chain. Her belly swelled with a baby after eating a burger. Her daughter and husband argued about the prank, giving Megan the information she needed to go get more.
By the time Megan reached the entrance to the mall, she had remembered the rhythm to the preggo waddle she used to have all the time. She needed to find McPreggo’s as fast as she could. A restaurant serving burgers that gave spontaneous pregnancies was kept a secret from her but now she was going to have her fill. Pausing by a map, Megan could only dream what the menu looked like.
Megan opened the door to the restaurant with such force the sleepy cashier perked up instantly. Megan winced as she accidently hip checked the doorway, causing her to rub her legs as she waddled up to the counter. Megan’s belly bobbed as she moved, exposed after causing her to pop a few buttons off her blouse. Megan’s dress pants were also stretched to their limit, her pregnant belly widening her already massive hips.
Megan slowly waddled up to the counter, losing her confidence now that she finally arrived. The menu bombarded her with meals and sides. All day breakfast and desserts. Milkshakes and sodas. Small text listed the effects of each item but Megan couldn’t focus. She was at a loss for words. The gentle words of the cashier brought her back to reality.
“Miss? Have you dined with us before?” the employee asked. Megan gently shook her head, which prompted the cashier to ask, “So, is that a real pregnancy?”
“No!” Megan almost yelled. She was flustered for mistaking the chaser's question and rambled out an explanation. “This belly is from here but I’ve never been here. You see, my daughter, Cindy, tricked me into eating one of your burgers. She never realized I love being pregnant so I came here after I realized what happened. I don’t know how anything here works.”
“You’ll fit right in, displaying your belly like that,” the cashier said with a wink. “I’m Autumn and it would be an honor to help you make your order!”
“That’s kind of you! I’m Megan,” the bottom heavy mother responded. “Where should we start?
“You’ve had some real experience, so you must have some likes, dislikes, favorite moments, stuff like that,” Autumn said as if she was gossiping with an old friend.
“Well, I have twelve loving children at home, resulting from a dozen wonderful pregnancies. I just love the feeling of being big and full.”
“So you’ve never carried multiples before?” Autumn asked.
Megan nodded, almost ashamed. With a grunt, Autumn lifted her belly onto the counter. Autumn was clearly pregnant, her belly was double the size of Megan’s. A polo stretched over her large belly but never had a chance of covering it all. A flurry of kicks caused Autumn to jerk forward. She rubbed her belly as she explained it to Megan.
“I have twins, some very active ones at that. Getting multiples is as simple as getting a bigger burger. Would you like to try it?”
Megan nodded eagerly as she gently touched Autumn’s stomach, watching how the two babies kicked from opposite sides. Seeing such a large belly get stretched as its occupants squirmed made her a bit jealous. She could not let herself be upstaged by this young woman.
“Well, the triple stack is a great place to start!” Autumn responded as she carefully lifted her belly and brought it off the counter.
Megan was intrigued hearing the item, but continued, “I like feeling them move around in there, too.”
Autumn nodded as she poke the screen, “And your hips? Ever thought about making them even wider?”
“You can do that? Yes! Yes!” Megan was almost jumping in excitement.
Autumn smiled as she showed the order to Megan. “The Triple Stack, to try out multiples by going up to triplets, spicy chicken nuggets, to enjoy feeling them move a lot, a large Maternal Marionberry shake, to double down on those hips, and finally some mozzarella sticks so everything will last for longer. Is large everything okay?”
Megan was already fishing through her purse for her wallet, giving Autumn an eyeful of her outfit. Megan had no time to change, getting pranked the minute she got home, resulting in her still wearing her office outfit. Megan’s black bra could be seen peeking out the edge of her cleavage. The fabric seam outrageously tight
Autumn realized that it was not maternity wear but rather clothing being pushed to its limit. Her blouse had lost a few buttons from the spontaneous belly. Her pants already risked ripping from any sudden movements. Megan was committed to getting her meal but lacked any planning or knowledge about McPreggo’s.
“You should probably take this to go. We could squeeze in a few more items that way too,” Autumn offered.
“I don’t want to wait! I’ll eat it here.” Megan said while thrusting her credit card at the young employee.
“Megan, such an order may not be so forgiving on your clothes. My uniform is elastic, your doesn’t seem so,” Autumn warned.
“And wouldn't my clothes exploding from growth make it all the more amazing?”
Autumn gasped, clasping Megan’s hands with her own. The two women shared the thought of Megan’s already wide hips and full belly ripping her work clothes. The restaurant was mostly empty but the women beamed at the idea.
“Then you’ll have to sit over there, so I can see. The mall is closing soon and barely anybody is here, but I have to stay at the register.
Megan waddled over to the seat Autumn suggested, purposefully swaying her hips. She felt her butt cheeks try to jiggle under her tight pants. Autumn stared and wondered how many shakes she’d have to drink to get hips like Megan.
Megan tried to lean into the seat, but her pregnant maneuverability skills had gotten rusty. She slipped and landed in the chair with a thud, her whole body jiggling for a few seconds afterward. As Megan caught her breath, she looked around the restaurant.
There weren’t many people, many shops in the mall already began closing up. Megan noticed someone with a belly like a water balloon. It jiggled and sloshed as they slowly lumbered to the exit. In the corner, she saw a woman struggle to stand. Her belly was covered in stretch marks and veiny. Megan chuckled to herself thinking about the phrase “ready to pop” when she heard footsteps approach her table.
Autumn brought Megan her meal on a large tray. Her babies continued to squirm, causing Autumn to walk slowly and focus on her balance. She placed the tray in front of Megan with a giant smile.
“Please enjoy your meal,” Autumn said in a cheery tone.
“You know we both will,” Megan responded.
Taking in the smells of food, Megan eyed her meal. A huge burger with three patties, chicken nuggets with bits of red flakes in the breading, and mozzarella sticks that steamed from how fresh they were. A large purple milkshake loomed over her food.
Feeling a kick from inside her belly, Megan quickly went to work on adding more babies to her womb. She was surprised to find the burger wasn’t greasy, even with triple the meat. Little bits of lettuce and sauce dripped from her hand as she took large bites. Megan was surprised how good the burger tasted.
With a gulp, Megan swallowed the last bite of the burger. She licked her fingers, realizing just how fast she finished the sandwich. She had forgotten how much she liked to eat when pregnant. As Megan reached for a chicken nugget, she felt her stomach rumble. Dropping the nugget back onto the tray, Megan gently held her belly and it began to swell.
Going from not being pregnant to having a full term baby was a shock at the dinner table. Now, in the restaurant, Megan was about to go from one baby to four. Her stomach ballooned out, popping buttons off her shirt. What was once roughly a watermelon grew to a beach ball. The babies squirmed as they appeared within her womb, taking up almost all the space in her body. Megan gasped, both from the rush of growing and the babies pressing against her lungs.
Megan’s thick legs were spread wide as her belly took up her lap. Her pale skin was exposed as her clothes struggled to contain her growing belly. Megan gasped, feeling her massive stomach. She had never had twins before, and now she had quads! Megan reveled in her size. Despite how big she became, the belly fit perfectly within her wide hips.
Megan felt a pang of hunger, her brain trying to rationalize the sudden three new babies. She quickly dug into the fried cheese sticks and chicken nuggets. Megan couldn’t help but play with her food. The cheese was gooey, slowing her down as she would pull her arm away, seeing the cheese stretch and extend. The nuggets gave a kick of flavor, spicy but not too much. Megan thought they were a little dry, regretting not getting a sauce. She wouldn't complain for long, finishing both sides resulting in both effects happening at once.
The cheese sticks made no visible change. Megan’s supernatural pregnancy was extended by several hours from the enchanted cheese. Her quadruplets would have lasted 6 hours but now dragged out to 18 hours. Her belly would last throughout the night and well into the afternoon of the following day.
The nuggets had a more immediate change. Rather than give Megan the energy that eating food provides a person, the babies took it all. Megan’s belly rippled and jiggled as several tiny feet began to kick within her womb. The babies tossed and turned, making Megan instinctively rub her belly. Her soothing touch did nothing to calm her rowdy babies.
Megan looked at her milkshake. She had taken several gulps as she ate, leaving her with half of the cup left to go. She stirred the drink with the straw, making the blackberry juices swirl in the ice cream. Megan was unaware that this item had already begun to change her. Her pants were tight when she entered, so she didn’t notice them get even tighter. Her hips had widened, spilling over the edges of her seat even more.
Megan took a long sip, letting the rich flavor fill her mouth. Megan’s pregnancy craving got the best of her as she began to drink faster. As she did, her bottom heavy figure grew even more. Her widen continued to grow, adding inch after inch as she swallowed the shake. Megan was so focused on drinking she didn’t feel or hear the threads on her pants getting pulled tight. Only the snap of a button made Megan stop sucking on the air of the empty cup.
She looked down, realized she wouldn’t see anything past her beach ball sized belly, and then looked towards the side. Her creamy fresh oozed out of her pants, wobbling and threatening to rip it. Megan’s hip flared out even more, giving her thick love handles that spilled over her waistband.
Megan tried to stand and found herself unable to. The massive belly blocked her legs and the added fat made it difficult to adjust. After rocking back and forth a bit, Autumn returned, observing the changes the meal did to Megan. Megan’s belly was now double the size of Autumn’s.
“Wow,” Autumn muttered as she rubbed Megan’s active belly. “You ate that so quickly!”
“I forgot how strong my cravings are,” Megan responded. “Is this the largest belly you’ve seen?”
“Far from it. There’s a meal item, the family feast, that gives you 6 or 7 babies by itself” Autumn answered plainly. “In fact, some people eat multiple meals. There have been a couple of people who got so big we have to open those garage doors to roll them out. That's why we aren’t connected to the food court.”
Megan was bewildered. Those people must have been more belly than themselves. She loved pregnancy and she loved a big belly, but that seemed just a tad too much for her. But she could handle a few more babies. With a sly grin, Megan looked at the young employee.
“Autumn, darling, could you upgrade my meal to the, what was it? The family feast? That sounds lovely,” Megan asked in a sweet tone.
“I could add those on a second order but you can’t get the savings,” Autumn apologetically answered.
“You can rub my belly all you want,” Megan declared without even looking at the employee.
Autumn’s eyes shot down at Megan's giant belly. She carried quadruplets with ease. Autumn was curious how far this mesophilic mother would go. Looking up at Megan’s face, Autumn noticed Megan was shocked and staring at the other side of the table. Turning around, Autumn saw a younger and much thinner version of Megan.
Cindy Williams stood there, exhausted and tired. Quickly changing to chase after her mom, she was wearing an unflattering hoodie and joggers combo. She had gotten every red light on her way to the mall and just ran across it to get to the restaurant. She was catching her breath, just to lose it again when she saw her mom. Never in Cindy’s life had she seen her mother so big.
“Autumn, this is my daughter, Cindy. She’s the prankster I told you about,” Megan said, breaking the silence.
Autumn took a moment to study the younger Williams. She could see the resemblance, mainly through the hair and nose. Cindy had a slightly sharper chin and thicker eyebrows. Autumn realized that she had seen this exact face before.
“I know you! You ordered that single burger from her a few hours ago, when I started my shift,” Autumn spoke. “I was confused why you bought only one, you have plenty of points to upgrade that order.”
Cindy ignored the employee to lecture her mom. Not only did her mom sneak out when Cindy spoke with her dad, she had gotten even bigger. Cindy could see how close her mom’s clothes were to ripping.
“What the hell, mom! You can’t just sneak out like that. Dad and I were really worried,” Cindy almost yelled before catching herself.
She was relieved that her mom wasn’t hurt from all the panting she was doing at the dinner table. Seeing her mom panic from a pregnancy surprised her, as Cindy could recall her mom being pregnant throughout her childhood. Megan was almost always prepared for whatever a pregnancy could throw at her.
Cindy waited for a response, but her mother just sat there, gently rubbing her belly and took deep breaths as she attempted to claim her rowdy babies. Such a large pregnancy pressed her womb against her lungs. As Megan wheezed just sitting at the table, the two younger women turned to face each other.
“So…” Autumn awkwardly started, “Are you going to order anything?”
“What?”
“You’ve saved up a lot of points, so you clearly like what we sell. And seeing your mom so big must stir up some jealousy. I mean, look at me. You’re the only one without a belly.”
“I really shouldn’t. I already ate.”
“Your mom ordered even more food.”
“What? Alright fine, I will get something. I’ll take a Quad Pod, two orders of nuggets and a Cookies and Crème shake.”
With a smile, she thanked Cindy for her patronage and tried to pull her shirt down. Her babies wriggled as Autumn tried to cover them, making her gasp from the heavy movement. Right as she began to turn, Megan spoke up.
“Autumn, get a little something for yourself. Please chat with us some more.”
Checking the store, Autumn realized that the Williams were the last customers in the store. She nodded, quickly waddling back to work. Just one more order, a little bit of clean up, and then she could enjoy all the pregnancy she could.
Autumn returned with two trays filled with food. In front of Megan, the rest of the food to make up the Family Feast: a chicken sandwich and three chicken strips. Autumn also gave her some fries with fry sauce.
In front of Cindy was a full on meal. A double cheeseburger and the same chicken strips, a small mound of chicken nuggets, and a small dipping cup that overflowed with ketchup. The milkshake was snow white with speckles of dark brown swirled in.
Autumn returned with a chocolate chip cookie for herself. She didn’t want to take advantage of Megan’s generosity, so she only got a small side. She would have loved to add a few more babies, but her roommates would be livid if she showed up with such a massive belly this late.
As the ladies ate, they shared how they fell in love with pregnancy. Megan knew once she started the third trimester with Cindy. Autumn always liked bellies, but a roommate introduced her to the restaurant. Cindy shared that her sorority sisters all knew about it and were eager to show her the menu.
Autumn finished her food first. It was the smallest item and her only item. Looking down at her navel, she felt a small pressure begin to build. Slowly, her belly button began to inflate, slowly pushing outwards. Her shirt stood no chance covering it, so all the women could see it happen in front of them. After a few seconds, Autumn used one finger to flick her newly popped navel. She shuddered at the sensation of the extra stretched skin.
Cindy had grown accustomed to eating fast food at college, McPreggo’s or not. Even after eating a regular burger for dinner with her siblings, she easily gobbled up the double burger. Just as quickly, her belly bloated outward. Her stomach swelled until it matched Autumn's. Cindy’s hips were still wider, pulling the elastic of her pants tighter. She didn’t even stop to marvel at her growth, instantly digging into the chicken tenders. As she finished the first strip, a McPreggo’s unique conundrum occurred.
Cindy was pregnant with four babies, but they were not all the same age so to speak. The twins from the burger were a full nine months but the chicken strips gave her another set of twins, only at one trimester along. Finishing the second strip made them grow to two trimesters and the last one had them catch up with their other wombmates. Cindy had never had the chicken strips before but instantly enjoyed the staggered growth the meal provided.
At the other end of the table, Megan was also devouring her feast. Megan started with the strips, unaware how they worked differently to add twins. She dipped them in the fry sauce as she ate, unaware how much danger her already tight pants were in.
Autumn looked at Megan’s sextuplet belly. It was so big and she hadn’t even eaten anything that changed the size or weight of the babies. Autumn watched Megan take large bites out of the chicken sandwich. It was a personal test of Autumn to see the outcome of this item. This sandwich had a small element of randomness. You could get either one or two babies out of it.
Watching the last bite go past Megan’s plump lips, Autumn offered to rub her belly. Autumn spent all day seeing and touching pregnant bellies, so she had become adept at figuring out baby quantity in a pregnancy. She carefully judged Megan’s stomach to determine if she had septuplets or octuplets. After feeling for kicks and mentally comparing the belly to others she had seen, Autumn was certain Megan had gotten twins, bringing her up to a whopping eight babies.
Cindy let out a burp, immediately going for her milkshake. Megan scolded her daughter for the shameless display. Autumn redirected the conflict by asking what activities they would do while pregnant. Cindy shared the first time she heard about the restaurant, the party her sorority sister put together for them to eat from the menu and show off their massive guts. Megan blushed as she admitted she would purposely knock things over with her belly or hips. She loves resting her belly on a countertop or when her husband would lift it from behind. Autumn had them both shocked when she told them her roommates also frequent the eatery, resulting in a very fertile household. Once they spent an entire day stuck on the couch, all of them too big to get up.
As they talked, the Williams women snacked on their sides. Megan dipped her fries in the fry sauce after every bite, eating as much of it as she could. Cindy alternated between large gulps of her milkshake and her chicken nuggets, making sure she dipped them in ketchup before popping them into her mouth.
Cindy shifted as she felt a hot flash wash over her. Like how pressure would build in her stomach, she felt it deep in her chest. Her nipples felt tender and sore as her breast began to fill with milk. The clasps of her bra snapped, causing Cindy to awkwardly fish the broken undergarment out from her sweater. She dropped the outgrown clothing to the floor, raising her hand to grope the sensitive tits she grew. Cindy’s sweater rolled up from her belly’s growth, but now it was stretched from the soccer ball size boobs she now sported.
Cindy stifled a moan as the real effect of the milkshake took place. Her nipples grew, pushing against the fabric of her hoodie, making two undeniable bumps. Slowly, the bumps began to darken as Cindy began to leak through her top. She panted as she felt the pressure release from her chest.
Autumn and Cindy turned their attention over at Megan, expecting some kind of a response. Instead, they saw her dipping her finger into the small cup her fry sauce came in, licking it clean. She was so focused on the flavor of the food, she failed to realize the effects.
“This fry sauce is delicious! What is its special power?” Megan asked as she licked her fingers.
“It makes your butt fat,” Cindy said bluntly as she adjusted her top.
Megan laughed, “Isn’t that what regular food does?”
Autumn and Cindy shot each other a glance and then all three women looked down as Megan’s pants. These pants have been pushed past their limit since before Megan drove to the mall. The pants burst at the seam, Megan’s massive thighs oozed out from the fabric. Her ass swelled, pressing into the backrest of the chair. Megan felt the chair on her bare skin, now only in her panties. Her ass and thighs bloated with fat, making her massive ass dominate her frame once again.
Her belly also grew. The babies readjusted themselves, pushing Megan’s belly forward. She struggled to reach her belly button before, but now it grew even farther beyond her reach. She had lost her orb of a gut, now sporting a torpedo shaped pregnancy. Her chair groaned under her growth and weight. She froze, unsure if she passed the weight limit for the chair.
Seeing the potential property damage her mother could cause, Cindy quickly scarfed down the rest of her nuggets. Some ketchup spilled on her vast cleavage, but she’d clean it later. She groaned as she got up, firmly gripping the chair and table for support. As she rose, the last of her meal made its changes.
Rather than Cindy gaining weight, the nuggets went straight to her babies. The babies grew, making Cindy’s belly inflate. The weight of the babies made Cindy lean forward, throwing off her center of gravity. One of her babies decided to test out their new size, give a powerful kick. Cindy’s whole belly shook as an enlarged foot pressed against her skin.
Autumn had the menu and its effect memorized, so she quickly did the math on Cindy’s alterations. She had two orders of nuggets, totaling 12 nuggets. Each one grew the babies by 2% of their weight and the babies were usually seven pounds. Cindy’s babies gained about six pounds together. Cindy had grown to the size and weight of quintuplets without adding a fifth baby.
Once she was fully standing, Cindy’s babies’ also readjusted themselves. Her giant belly sagged a little and then began leaning to the left. Her oversized babies crowded together, choosing that half to be more comfortable. Cindy stumbled, her center of gravity being thrown around every time she tried to walk.
Once she was able to move, Cindy waddled over to her mom. Autumn and Cindy each grabbed a hand and pulled. They grunted and groaned, trying to use their own baby weight to counter Megan’s. Megan pushed her feet against the ground and after a few tries, the mountainous mother finally stood.
Megan looked over at her daughter, taking in the changes. Her belly was massive, leaning to the left so much it looked impossible to waddle. Her boobs filled out her sweater, the milk now dripping down onto her belly. Her nipples still poked through the fabric, like thumbtacks.
Cindy looked at her mother, amazed at what she had for a first-time visit. Her belly was the size of a stretched out beach ball, extending far out in front of her. Her hips, thighs and ass all inflated alongside her octuplet pregnancy. And the most oblivious feature was how Megan was dressed.
Megan’s blazer held together by a single button. Her black bra and panties could be seen, but they were difficult to notice. Megan naturally showed a lot of cleavage, so with a popped blazer, she showed even more. Her panties could barely be seen from any angle, as the belly blocked it from the front and her ass turned them into a thong at the back.
Autumn was the most ecstatic about the successful dinner. Megan and Cindy had become opposites in a single meal. Megan’s ass dwarfed Cindy’s, but Cindy’s tits surpassed her mother’s. Neither was lacking in the other’s department, but both figures dominated Autumn’s tiny twin belly.
“Autumn! Get them out of here. I want to go home,” a voice barked from the kitchen.
Autumn looked at the clock and realized the mall would close shortly, meaning she was behind on clean up for the restaurant. Autumn waddled as fast as she could to the kitchen, leaving the mother and daughter alone. They felt each other's belly and then slowly started waddling towards the door.
Autumn came running back, holding some unflattering sweatpants. She handed them to Megan, catching her breath from such a small sprint.
“Those are the largest pants I’ve ever found at a store. I save them for emergencies,” Autumn explained. “I hope they fit.”
Autumn left again, now to actually do her job. Megan handed the pants to Cindy as she leaned against the wall. Cindy awkwardly squatted down, reading the tag of the pants. Her eyes shot wide upon seeing four X’s before the L. Megan and Cindy worked quietly and efficiently to get the pants on Megan. Megan attempted to push her behemoth behind in while Cindy grunted as she pulled the pants over them.
Cindy's legs burned as she stood up. She was tired and not just from the babies. She adjusted her soaked sweater, pulling it down to cover the top of her belly. It immediately rolled up, to which Cindy rubbed her belly in defeat.
Megan huffed as they left. She gained so much weight in babies and fat. The little ones pressed against her lungs something she never had an issue with before. Her legs were so big she would still be waddling without the belly.
The two walked in silence, apart from the groans and moans caused by the 12 babies between them. Cindy noticed how tight the pants were on her mom and made a mental note to ask Autumn where she got them. Once they reached their cars in the parking lot, both women desperately needed to sit down.
“Um, Cindy, sweetie,” Megan began as they leaned against the cars. “I’m sorry for sneaking out but I really enjoyed tonight. And you enjoyed it too. So, I was wondering, just to celebrate your first year of college being done, maybe we could have a mother-daughter day? Maybe this weekend?”
Cindy smiled. That would be great mom. I’ll come here tomorrow to return the pants and invite Autumn.”
“Um, Cindy?” Megan now asked in a concerned tone. “I’m too big to get into my car.”
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A Sinful Pregnancy
It was a chilly day in late March and seven nearly identical figures squatted along a rooftop, overviewing the church. The chilly air felt even colder to them. Large horns curved and twisted from their foreheads, making the figures unique from each other. Slender tails wagged behind them, ending in a spade. These figures were clearly devils, waiting for an unfortunate soul to step out from the church. They winced as the church bells rang, but quickly recovered as the doors opened and people began to flood out.
Six of the devils took turns, pointing a long, clawed finger at someone in the swarm. The seventh devil, also the tallest, would look at the target and pass judgment. Its eyes followed the first finger to their target. A young girl, maybe a high schooler or college student. The devil spoke sternly, expressing any and all points of failure.
“Too young. The plan will fail if the target gets kicked out of their home.”
The devils took their turns rapidly, not focusing on each other’s suggestions. Each one was rejected for a different reason.
“Too old, it would take a miracle for her to work. Too skinny, she couldn’t handle the transformation. Too fat, she would ruin the outcome. Single, our presence would be removed upon detection.”
Another attempt led to a finger suggesting a woman just exited the church. The plump woman brushed a stray stand of her brunette hair out of her face. Her wide hips swayed as she walked slowly, her husband holding her hand as they descended the steps. Her green dress clung tightly around her stomach. Her belly left a slight curve to her figure, as if she was bloated. The man rubbed her belly and gave her a kiss, sharing a smile as they both looked down at her stomach.
The demonic figure that was currently pointing got smacked in the back of the head by the tall one. “She is carrying a child! What benefit is there to impregnating an already pregnant woman?”
As the devils prepared to leave to try another church, a woman like no other emerged from the doors. Any human would have agreed that this woman was cute, but the devils saw potential. Some of them even began to laugh, eager to set their plan into motion. This woman was a truly perfect specimen for them to corrupt.
The woman in question was Mary Peterson. She was a blonde housewife, with hair bouncing in a curled bob. Her body was painfully average, with small boobs and a flat stomach. There was a slight curve to her figure. Her legs were thin, but not much else could be said.
“Married, prepared for child bearing but hasn’t had any of her own, not too fat or skinny,” The devil analyzed. “Envy! Get her before she leaves!”
One of the devils quickly jumped off the roof, diving towards the woman. Igniting and curling up as if to do a cannonball, Envy turned into pure fire. The fireball blazed across the parking lot, shrinking as it got closer to Mary. It got smaller and smaller, until it could not be seen, the only evidence of its collision being made was Mary stumbling into the car door.
Mary felt warm as she grabbed the car door handle. Her whole body could feel the heat, as if standing too close next to a campfire. It only lasted a moment, which made her forget it almost immediately. Her gaze drifted across the parking lot to Lily James.
Mary and Lily were similar in many aspects. Both were in their late twenties, housewives to wealthy businessmen, and avid church goers. Where they differed was how they looked. Mary had blonde hair that came to her neck, Lily had brown hair that reached halfway down her back. Mary wore a blue dress with white dots, Lily had a green dress that she began to outgrow. Mary has a slim figure and Lily used to have one too, before she became pregnant four months ago. Mary wanted to be a mother since before she had even met her husband, Simon. He said he wanted kids too, but he didn’t seem to match Mary’s enthusiasm.
Mary and Lily weren’t friends but they also weren’t strangers. They knew each other well but rarely talked outside of church or other community events. Their chats were never more than small talk.
Mary watched as Lily struggled to get into her car. Her stomach wasn’t that big, but she took care to sit down slowly and carefully. Her breasts jiggled as she buckled her seatbelt, Mary assumed she hadn’t bought new bras yet. Lily’s body was already being transformed by pregnancy and she wasn’t even halfway done with it. Mary got into her own car and buckled herself in, she unconsciously rested her hand against her stomach. As Mary continued to have envious thoughts about Lily, the devils smirked as Mary got her wish and their nine month plan started perfectly.
The next few days were torture for Mary. She had gotten baby fever and she got it bad. She fantasized about how nice it would be to swell with life and what adventures motherhood would have in store for her. She scrolled through countless blogs about maternity clothes, baby names, tips from experienced moms. She desperately wanted to be like them but Simon was her only roadblock.
Mary tried to set the mood every night since that Sunday after church, but Simon was never available. Coming home late, being exhausted, needing to get up early. Mary knew that over the weekend would be when she was her most fertile for the month. And so did the devils.
Now only six, the devils waited on the roof of the neighboring house. The devils noted that the house would not work for the far future of the plan, but the humans would solve that later. As Simon pulled up to the driveway, one devil awaited a command.
“Lust, make them think this is their doing.”
With that command, Lust jumped towards the window. Also becoming a fireball, Lust passed through the crack of an open window, spiraling towards Mary as she waited in the bedroom. Just like before, the fireball compressed until it could not be seen, crashing into Mary with no visible impact.
Mary felt warm as she heard the front door unlock. Thinking of Simon made her squirm with anticipation. She fought the temptation to touch herself, waiting for Simon to come to the bedroom would be worth it. Her body burned with desire as she felt herself get wet from the idea of throwing her husband into the bed. Mary had always loved Simon but she never had such intense, lustful thoughts about him.
Mary was so lost in sex fueled thought, she was startled when she heard knocking the bedroom door. She scrambled into the bed and struck a pose both natural and sexy enough to show off her new lingerie. The skimpy outfit did its job, making Mary’s body appear more curvy than it actually was. Simon entered, talking before he took his first step.
“Are we having leftovers tonight? I can’t find them in the…” Simon’s voice trailed off as he looked at his wife.
Simon could only stare. Sure, he knew Mary was sexy but she had never shown herself off like this. Mary got up, swaying her hips as she did. She pressed herself up against Simon, planting her lips on his and kissing him passionately.
“I was thinking we could skip straight to dessert,” Mary flirtatiously said as she began to unbutton Simon’s shirt.
The couple kissed, groped and fucked each other with vigor they’ve never had in the bedroom. After Mary drained him dry, Simon fell asleep instantly. Mary brought a hand to her stomach, gently rubbing it. She was confident she would get pregnant. The devils left after seeing how Mary was now pregnant with two of them.
A few weeks later, the devils checked in on the couple but made no advances. There was nothing they needed to do. Mary sat on the floor, next to the toilet. The devils watched as she threw up, again. While the devils needed this woman, at the end of the day they were still hellspawn. Pain, mishap, hardship. Watching humans suffer through misfortunes was enjoyable to them. Mary was going to get it much worse as her pregnancy would progress.
Mary wiped her mouth and groaned. She heard about morning sickness but this was insane. Mary felt like she threw up more than she ate. She gently took a sip of water, thinking how only a week ago she took the pregnancy test. Mary thought about how she shouldn’t be getting these symptoms so soon, but shrugged it off because at least the test wasn’t a false positive.
Exactly eight days later, the devils found themselves outside a hospital. Just like at the church, nobody saw the devils or felt the heat from the flames they emitted. Being able to teleport, they left after the Petersons and arrived before them.
The five figures watched as Simon helped Mary get out of their car and walk towards the hospital. Mary was dressed in gray sweatpants and one of Simon’s hoodies. With two devils currently residing in her womb, Mary had been hit with the worst pregnancy pains. She was constantly tired and had been unable to make herself look presentable, even for a doctor’s visit. Simon was concerned about how bad Mary’s condition was. The devils smirked as Mary rubbed her bloated midsection, wincing at her own touch.
Once inside, Simon spoke to a nurse and guided Mary to the correct room. Inside, there was a desk, some chairs, an observation table, and an ultrasound machine. The room was small, giving the nurse and the couple just enough space to avoid bumping into each other. The five devils were also there, floating in the air or hanging off the walls. As the nurse explained the procedure, the devils decided to enact the next step of their plan.
“Greed, make this what she wants.”
Greed jumped up high and touched the ceiling before igniting. There was no room to turn into a fireball, so the figure simply fell back down. The devil appeared to belly flop atop Mary, disappearing before contact.
Mary hardly felt the cold gel as the nurse rubbed it on her belly. Once again, that strange warmth washed over her. Her mind went hazy for a moment. All she could think about was the ultrasound machine. Mary hoped there would be more than one dot on that screen. She really wanted to have a big family and twins would be a great way to jumpstart that. She began to wish, and then pray, for her to be pregnant with multiples.
Mary snapped back to reality as the nurse jammed the wand into her bloated stomach. Mary tried not to squirm as the nurse slid the wand around, tickling one side and then the other. Mary gripped the table hard, wishing the nurse would be less forceful. The nurse's eyes narrowed before lighting up.
The screen pivoted towards the young couple. They looked at the blurry grayscale picture, unsure what to make of it. The nurse poked the screen with the back of a pen.
“This is your baby.” Mary and Simon shot each other a look of happiness and excitement, before the nurse continued. “And so is this and also this. Congratulations Miss, you're having triplets.”
“Triplets,” Mary repeated with amazement.
“Triplets,” Simon repeated with concern.
The remaining four devils looked at the screen impressed with human technology. Soon there would be more than just three splotches to care about.
The devils left the Petersons alone for several weeks after that. They didn’t make Mary feel any more sickness or nausea. She had been able to sleep soundly and get a full night’s rest every night. Everything was going great for Mary. She was finishing her first trimester when the devils showed up again.
The devils always knew where to be and when to be there. Now only a quartet, the crimson figures stood in the produce section of a grocery store. One had three peaches in hand, the same size and quantity of demons Mary had in her belly. The tall one plucked them out of the other’s hand and returned them to where they were. Nobody could see the devils, but people could see things they interacted with.
Right before the two could start bickering, Mary turned the corner. Her belly had an undeniable bulge, as if she was stuffed and bloated. Her belly pressed against her shirt. Simon and Mary had already told their parents about the pregnancy and some townsfolk were able to figure it out looking at Mary’s stomach. She was growing quickly, happy that her dream was coming true. The devils also enjoyed seeing her grow, although now, she’d start growing much faster.
“Gluttony, enjoy yourself.”
Gluttony eagerly started running towards Mary, bursting into flames while Mary checked her grocery list. With a mighty leap, the devil transformed into a fireball, shrinking into nothing as it approached the innocent housewife.
Mary felt another burst of heat, this more noticeable than the rest because of the chilled temperature of the store. Maybe she should mention these random hot flashes to her doctor. It could also be the intense summer heat finding its wavy inside. She immediately forgot about it as her stomach grumbled. Mary suddenly craved the taste of an orange, unsure if she wanted the fruit or just the juice. The collision of two shopping carts snapped her out of her food fantasy.
“I’m so sorry, I wasn’t looking,” Mary started to apologize before realizing who she crashed into. “Lily? Funny meeting you here, how are you?”
The devils were surprised to see that woman here. The pregnant woman from the church a few months ago. The plump brunette cradled her belly while the other hand firmly gripped the cart. She was now seven months pregnant while Mary was only three. Pregnancy continued to give her curves.
“Mary! Goodness, it’s so nice to see you!” Lily said as her face lit up seeing Mary. “I’m good and so is the baby.”
Mary rubbed her own belly, curious how fast she would catch up to a third trimester singleton with her triplets. Her stomach rumbled again, reminding her of the cravings. She looked up from Lily’s belly to her chubby face. Mary wasn’t sure why, but she felt nervous.
“Lily, what are your pregnancy cravings like?” Mary asked innocently.
“They’re weird. It’s only because I’m filled with all these hormones I find these weird combinations tasty. Look at my cart dear, nobody would ever eat apples with hot sauce but here I am,” Lily explained with a chuckle. “Why do you ask?”
“Well, it's because I’m pregnant too.”
Lily gasped, walking over and feeling Mary’s belly. Mary gasped, Lily’s touch was frantic but gentle. Her fingers glided over the bump with such care.
“Goodness, you’re big,” Lily muttered as her finger graced the tiny sliver of skin that could not be contained by the shirt.
“That’s because I’m having…” Mary paused as if she was unsure of herself. A fire flickered from her eyes, catching Lily’s gaze and making her fall into a trance. Mary spoke but she did not think about what she was saying. “Quadruplets. I have four babies.
Neither woman found what Mary said to be strange. After a small awkward pause, Mary kept talking as if nothing happened. “You don’t think I’ll get fat, do you?”
“Fat? Oh no, it's called pregnancy weight. You lose it once the baby, or in your case, babies, comes out. You can gain all you want, you lose it all but maybe five pounds. Those are the ones women always complain about. Personally, I don’t mind it, but I could totally lose the weight if I wanted to,” Lily said with confidence.
“It just disappears? I never knew.” Mary murmured. All of the thoughts of food in her head suddenly seemed more enticing.
The devils were shocked and the tallest one nodded in approval. This woman, the one they rejected for already being pregnant, was making their job so much easier. The woman spouted falsehoods, but believed them to be true. She was also having her first pregnancy, simply having a head start on Mary. Nothing she said came from experience, just rumors or myths she heard about pregnancy. Knowing this woman would continue to unknowingly assist them, the devils left the women to talk.
“You know, my baby shower is next month. I’d love for you to be there, the more preggos the merrier,” Lily suggested as she returned to her shopping cart.
Mary agreed immediately, surprising Lily. The two continued to shop, Lily pointing out foods that helped with baby growth and development, and Mary buying double what Lily suggested.
The trio of devils found themselves sitting on the neighbor's rooftop once again, watching Mary trying to find clothes that fit. It had been a month since that day at the grocery store. Mary had started eating anything and everything she wanted, claiming it was either cravings or good for the babies. Needless to say, her weight exploded.
Mary was fat and only getting fatter. Her ass shook and jiggled as she waddled. Her thighs thickened and made her waddle even more pronounced. Her tits went up several cup sizes, a product of her body storing fat everywhere on her. Her milk also started to come in, making her boobs constantly outgrow any bras she tried. Her dark nipples and areola kept peeking through her tops, much to her embarrassment.
Mary never noticed it herself, but her husband was well aware of the rest of her body’s growth. Her upper arms and calves become soft. A second chin started to form on her thicker neck. She was always eating, so it was difficult to tell if her cheeks were filled with food or if they became chubbier.
None of these changes took away from her belly. Mary was barely halfway done with her pregnancy, yet she looked overdue. Her belly was a sizable ball on her midsection. It was difficult to tell she was pregnant, the fat that coated her belly masked the babies’ kicks. The bottom of her belly couldn’t be contained, always peeking out the bottoms of the shirts she wore. It stayed soft and loose, jiggling when left alone and squishing into any clothes Mary tried to wear.
The devils laughed at Mary’s transformation. In only four months they turned her into an absolute butterball. The devils did not make Mary commit their respective sin, they only increased her own desires in relation to the pregnancy. If Mary had gotten pregnant normally, she would still be consumed by her cravings.
The devils were not content with Mary’s change. They needed her fatter. They planned on her to suffer every possible condition a pregnancy could impose, which include going overdue and having oversized babies, neither of which a mother of multiples usually experienced.
“Sloth, laze about within her.”
Sloth did not bother running or jumping, simply leaning forward and falling off the rooftop. Falling as if in low gravity, Sloth drifted toward the window, burning and slowly curling into a sphere. The fireball crawled through the air, shrinking and moving slowly as it headed toward the overweight woman posing in the mirror.
Mary didn’t notice the warmth that emanated from her stomach. She was already a sweaty mess, so the additional heat only added a few beads of sweat. Wiping her brow, Mary studied the two outfits she had laid out in front of her. She needed to find something to wear to Lily’s baby shower.
The first outfit was Mary’s largest maternity dress. Due to the eating habits that she picked up a month ago, it went from feeling snug to tight. Her boobs spilled out the top and would also fall out if she moved too much. She risked flashing her cellulite covered ass if there was any moving up or down stairs. It was the more fashionable but riskier option.
The second outfit was her backup, the largest shirt and pants she owned. The striped shirt and stretchy pants did not look good together, but together they properly covered her fat coated body. The pants had an elastic band that Mary’s gut pulled tight. It was a legitimate concern they would rip if she ate too much at the baby shower.
Mary knew that the dress was a riskier option, but given the extreme June heat, Mary decided to put it on. The pants were already so tight and she would sweat even more if she wore them outside. She was concerned about the amount of cleavage she would be showing off, but then remembered it would be just women there. Nobody could accuse her of trying to seduce their husband.
Mary suddenly felt drained of her energy. She fell onto her bed with a hefty thud, the fat all over her jiggling for a few seconds. Maybe she should call it quits and sleep in. Staying inside sounded really good. She leaned back, letting her mountainous belly stick up in the air. The devils laughed as Mary almost drifted off to sleep.
“No! I need to get to Lily’s,” Mary exclaimed to herself.
Mary suddenly shot up. Her boobs fell out of the dress as she got up. She wasn’t wearing a bra because she kept outgrowing them and Simon really didn’t want to spend more money on it. She stuffed them back into the dress as she stormed to the front door. Mary managed to get her flip flops on without looking and began to march down the street. Lily lived at the end of the block, a trek Mary was determined to make.
The pair of remaining devils looked at each in disbelief. Mary had been so easy to manipulate and now she was simply ignoring them? The devils chased after her, communicating to the hellspawn incubating within her womb. Mary’s babies began kicking and rolling around inside of her. She stumbled, rubbing the massive globe of flesh with both hands. Mary began to drool at the ought of eating, reminding herself that food would be served at the baby shower. He knees began to ache, but she continued to waddle to Lily's house
Nothing worked and soon Mary was knocking on the door. Lily opened it and saw the obese mother-to-be panting and gasping for air. Mary traded the wrapped gift for a bottle of water, gulping it down quickly. Mary stepped inside, too tired to feel her hips brush against the doorway.
The baby shower itself was rather uneventful. The ladies congratulated Lily, gave her gifts, and then everyone ate some cake. The women gossiped while they ate, sharing some juicy stories from around town. Mary took everything with a grain of salt, some of these women, especially the older ones, liked to exaggerate their stories.
One such story was a son-in-law flirting with his coworker. Mary knew divorce was something that could happen, but to her, marriage is meant to be an unbreakable bond. She was sure there was a logical explanation behind the story, but the woman presenting it kept reinforcing how villainous her son-in-law was.
Eventually the women went home, leaving just Mary and Lily. Lily was organizing the gifts she received and Mary was simply stuck on the couch. They each took another slice of cake without judging each other, knowing the other would claim it was pregnancy cravings.
“Mary, I don’t think I can finish mine. Would you like it?” Lily asked, offering the frosted treat to Mary.
Truth be told, Mary already had more than an additional slice of cake. Not being able to contribute to the gossip when the women talked, she kept cutting more pieces for herself. Mary guessed she had half the cake herself and the others didn’t notice. She nodded, Lily placing the plate on Mary’s dome of a belly.
“Lily, um, could you feed it to me? With this heat, the babies, I’m just so tired,” Mary almost whined.
Lily nodded, scooting over to Mary. A large forkful passed Mary’s lips, her second chin bulging as she swallowed. Mary cleaned off her own plate and Lily’s, gaping from hope full she felt. Lily began to rub Mary’s belly, jiggling it slightly to see how much of it was fat.
“Good heavens, you’re bigger than I am. How far along did you say you were again?” Lily asked, actually feeling small for once.
Mary was about to fall into a food coma, something she has been experiencing a lot recently. Once again, Mary's eyes flashed a small flame as she looked into Lily’s. Mary did not recall answering Lily
“Five months. Five babies,” Mary droned in a monotone voice.
Mary was determined not to fall asleep on her friend’s couch, so she asked for Lily to help her get up. Mary’s hips brushed the doorway again on her way out. Mary wished Lily a safe delivery and Lily reminded her to call if she needed any help or advice about pregnancy or in general.
Four weeks and two days later, Lily gave birth to a healthy baby girl. Mary couldn’t congratulate her as she had been on bedrest since the baby shower. Walking was the only form of exercise Mary got and with that gone, her weight increased even faster.
All Mary could do was eat. Her cravings never let up and the doctor actually gave her a calorie requirement, to ensure the babies would grow properly. Mary spent days in bed, the longest walk being to the bathroom. With all this time spent in the bedroom, Mary picked up a few skills.
The first was how to balance bowls and plates on her breasts and belly. They were squishy and soft, leading to some spills and messes the first few meals. She could now balance a plate on each breast, using her belly to hold the empty plates. Her meals were massive, she was eating for six after all.
Another thing Mary learned was how to maneuver her weight. Mary could not be contained to the bedroom. She learned what times she could sneak out of bed and raid the fridge. She memorized which floorboards were creaky and how to hide any evidence of her adventure. She was twice the woman she was before but somehow even quieter.
Mary was polishing off a tub of ice cream when she heard Simon’s voice coming from his office. She had forgotten he was allowed to work from home before officially taking paternity leave. Her chunky calves and thick thighs wobbled as she snuck back into the bedroom. The last two devils waited in the doorway to the bedroom. They would be blocking her path, but Mary paused as she tiptoed past Simon’s office, hearing his phone call.
“No, she doesn’t know. The pregnancy is already so much for both of us. All she cares about is getting fat. Well, fatter.”
The taller devil shoved the other one towards Mary. They had gotten sloppy these last few visits. Bad entries and missed windows almost sabotaged their operation.
“Wrath, quickly!”
Wrath tripped, looking back to give the final devil a certain finger before turning into a fireball in the hallway. It shrunk into nothing like all the others before it.
Mary felt warm and the temperature was rising. The hot flash or campfire warmth she felt before was nothing compared to now. Her blood was boiling. If her legs weren’t so thick and blocked by such a stuffed stomach, she’d kick the door open.
She was chubby, sure, but such a large number of babies would do that to any woman. And Simon dared say that was all she was focused on? He insisted she actually stay in bed, that's why she had to sneak around her own home.
“Debby has been a huge help. Thanks for sending her my way,” Simon continued.
A vein bulged on Mary’s forehead. Was she too fat for her husband? He started an affair because of the weight his babies made her gain? Mary faced the door and squatted, bringing her belly low before launching it upward.
“WHO THE FUCK IS DEBBY?” Mary screamed as she slammed the door open with one large thrust of her belly.
Simon hung up the phone as he jumped, shocked by Mary’s entrance. Mary seemed quite agile for someone so big. Her face was red with anger, her huffing exaggerated by her massive chest. What shocked Simon the most was Mary’s word choice. She never swore.
The last devil was rolling around the floor laughing at the scene. The couple set this up without any help from the demons. They communicated less as Mary grew bigger. The devil continued to laugh as it left, leaving the couple to solve the problem themselves.
“Baby, careful,” Simon tried to say calmly.
“What else are you keeping a secret from me? How many girls have you been with since I became too fat for you?”
“What? I’ve been trying to find a house,” Simon explained. “Debbie is a realtor that my friend suggested. She’s just a sweet old lady helping me find us a larger home.”
“And my weight?”
“The doctor told me not to tell you because it might cause stress, but if this is how you're acting, I’ll just tell you.”
Mary face returned to a normal color as Simon fished out several notes from a folder. They were covered in an eligible script, signed by her doctor. They all had various things underlined or circled.
“How many babies are in there?” Simon asked innocently.
“Six,” Mary responded as the flames captured Simon’s gaze.
“That’s a lot. Usually, the more babies there are, the higher the chance of premature birth. But you're holding on strong. That's good.”
Mary nodded, following along with Simon's explanation so far.
“But what’s not good are all these little extras. During pregnancy, some conditions can occur. Polyhydramnios, gestational diabetes, macromastia, hyper lactation, baby positioning, and so on,” Simon explained, repeating it how the doctor explained it to him. “You have them all. It shouldn’t be possible, but you have high order multiples and every condition to get bigger too.”
Mary looked at the notes and paused. Her tits were so big because she was producing excess milk and fat. Her blood sugar was through the roof. Her belly was still soft and wobbly because she had more fat and water than she theoretically should. Mary read the symptoms and ways to alleviate pain from all these conditions.
Simon had been taking care of her additional pregnancy problems without her knowing. Most of the conditions should go away after birth, but only if they were treated properly. Ointment to soothe nipple pressure. A diet to prevent her from keeping the diabetes. Cream to minimize stretch marks. All while trying to find a house that could support such a large family.
Mary began to cry. She had been so selfish focusing only on herself and how the pregnancy affected her. She forgot that her husband was there for her. Simon hugged her as she wept. He didn’t mind the sobbing, he was warned about mood swings and how to comfort his wife no matter what happens.
Simon guided Mary back to bed, where they cuddled. Mary didn’t know what came over her. Everything was alright. She had a husband who loved her and several babies on the way. Mary just needed to endure a few more months of her massive pregnancy.
The lone devil sauntered through the house. It had been the longest time between visits. The devil took its time to ponder all the Halloween decorations Mary and Simon set up. Simon was driving home, which left the devil alone with Mary. Mary was standing in the bedroom looking at herself in the mirror. She was supposed to be trying on a costume, but found it too small. While trying to come up with something else, Mary was now observing the damage the pregnancy had done to her.
Mary was a few days past seven months at this point. Her growth was nonstop at this point. She tried not to look at the scale during a checkup but she saw that she was almost 400 pounds. She tried to play it off as her many conditions working together to make her so big. But it was no use, Mary was just massive.
Her belly took up most of her vision, even in the mirror. Stretchmarks coated her belly, even reaching her butt and thighs. Whatever part of her massive ass cheeks didn’t have stretchmarks, had cellulite instead. Her thighs were chunky, forming rolls as they reached her knees.
Her boobs were massive. The sagged to the side of her gigantic belly, but stayed round. Her nipples are almost always erect, dripping milk at a near constant rate. The blue veins contrasted against the dark areola that took up most of her tits.
Her face was round, held up by a thick neck and a double chin. If Mary could approach the mirror, she would see a third starting to form. Her cheeks were soft and full. At least her hair was amazing. She took Lily’s advice and grew it out, tying it into a large braid.
The devil held out a finger on each hand, adjusting the distance between them as it came close to poking Mary. The devil burst out laughing again, mocking Mary’s measurements from before the first devil entered her womb. It then noticed Mary’s somber expression as she examined her body. With a groan, the devil looked at itself in the mirror.
“Pride, you know you got this.”
Shooting itself a wink, Pride ran around the room before bursting into flames. The burning body morphed into a sphere, shrinking as it closed in on Mary.
“Goodness, I’m huge,” Marry said as she jiggled the bottom of her belly. “Lily was wrong about this weight going to melt right off. She’s still pretty fat and that was just one baby.”
Mary gripped her thigh, reminiscing about when her legs were smooth and thin. Now her hand just disappeared into lard. Was she going to waddle after she gave birth?
Mary suddenly felt warm. This warmth was different from the others. Instead of feeling heat generate from her stomach, her heart fluttered. This feeling was something she had felt only a few times before. When she realized how much she wanted to become pregnant. When Simon pulled out the engagement ring. When she saw the positive pregnancy test.
Mary looked back at the mirror. The same obese housewife stared back but Mary saw something different. Or rather someone.
Mary turned to her side, now proud of her profile. Her ass jiggled in all of its stretch marked and cellulite glory. Mary gave it a good smack, watching it wobble even as she stood still. These hips and ass were made to hold a massive pregnant belly. Her hips widened to prepare her to give birth to several miracles. Her waddle showed off how pregnant she was.
Mary leaned forward, taking her tits and rubbing them together. Milk dribbled onto the floor. Her breasts filled with milk to feed her babies. To provide for her babies. She prepared so much milk for them, even if she wasn’t going to see them for another two months.
Her belly lurched as the babies within moved. She looked down. The number seven rang in her mind. Septuplets. She was so pregnant. She rubbed her belly, proud of her body expanding to accommodate for all the babies she had. Why would she bother with a costume that covered her belly? Why bother with a costume at all?
The sound of the front door opening gave Mary a devilish grin. She was a fertility goddess. She should be worshiped. But then again, maybe she should worship the man that made her this way.
Mary stayed naked as she sauntered into the living room to meet Simon. She claimed that her costume was Eve and that he should also strip to be Adam. The couple never made it to the Halloween party, but Mary was now excited to see how big she could get during these last two months.
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To put this into recognizable terms, put a 15 inch beachball against your stomach. This is NOT how big the pregnancy would be. Just the wombs combined total is the same as a beachball. You still have to pile on 140 something pounds of fat (the 165 includes the babies weight, which would hover around 20 lbs just before birth).
Inside this beachball, you have a watermelon, a cantaloupe, a pineapple, a papaya, a grapefruit, a pear, a plum, and a cherry. Whatever space is left is filled with amitotic fluid.
I did multi womb math. I could only find monthly milestones, so it'll have to be nine wombs. I also searched "woman average sizes" so idk how accurate some of the numbers are. I used the average baby weight a birth being 8 pounds. Weight is in pounds, uterus volume is in cubic inches
My math is: Standard singleton: 50 lbs gained and uterus volume is 470 cu in. Standard nonuplets: 225 lbs gained and uterus volume is 4238 cu in. Mutliwomb: 165 lbs gained and uterus volume 1608 cu in.
You guess was close, maybe even right, I can't tell. The closest I could get for uterus volume without changing baby weight was quads (1608 for multi, 1883 for quads) but the mutliwomb still gained 50 lbs more overall. It probably evens out but a lot would have to got to the hips/butt to stand such a belly. I imagine the lower volume is due to how little space any of the first few months take up, especially the first month which listed no change except for the high order multiples.
Other things and details I wanted to address about this mutliwomb. Morning sickness is caused by hormone changes, but always being pregnant means there is no imbalance, no sickness. I have no clue how to calculate breast growth or milk production. Finally, the pregnancy weight should eventually plateau as they fall into the schedule of birthing every month, but I'm curious if they would still have cravings.
This is how you know you're in too deep, when you're willing to do MATH for your kink. I'm proud! Averages are close enough in my opinion, there's wiggle room in a situation like this. Someone undergoing this rotating pregnancy would have to be super bottom heavy, both to support the immense weight, and have wide hips for the regular births. Makes sense it's considerably less than straight nonuplets, only one baby is full size at a time. I'm not sure if morning sickness would be an issue or not... on one hand, a body going through that constant rotation would probably be a hormonal nightmare... though in this hypothetical situation there may be some ways to stabilize it to make it more bearable. On the other hand, I guess it would depend on which baby the body is producing hormones' for, if it's regularly for the oldest one than you're right, it'd be much more even. Weight would definitely plateau, probably only fluctuating due to the removal of one of the babies before the next one grew to take their place as biggest little guy. I think cravings would remain, cause those tend to come from the pregnant person in question needing specific nutrients for the baby (need vitamin c? Crave oranges). So growing such a constant brood would still necessitate an income of specific nutrients. I think if anything they would get really strong but also maybe the craved items in question would be more consistent... but then again every pregnancy is different so... could be all over the place. What I'm learning here is that this situation has so many variables it's really up to interpretation on its execution, unless a maiesiophile biology major has more insight.
Oh and one last thing... to put into perspective the size of belly this person would have...
The belly would be big enough to functionally hold 7 goddamn gallons... and as explained above, it'd be 165 lbs, just from pregnancy.
Hot shit...
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Belly Breathing
The woman posed in front of the mirror, inspecting how the yoga pants fit her. The athletic clothing clung to her long legs, showing off her calves and thighs. She turned slightly, checking out her own butt. It wasn’t big by any means, but it also wasn’t flat. She looked worried as she pinched it, afraid it was getting flabby.
Jane was only a few months away from becoming thirty. Like many other women her age, she was worried about her body changing as she got older. She religiously used wrinkle prevention creams and tried to maintain a diet, but she wasn’t as young as she used to be.
With a sigh, Jane stepped towards the mirror. Her tank top had no issues, covering her small tits and stomach without issue. Jane wasn’t fat but she felt like she was. She could pinch an inch of her belly and that meant doom for her figure. Jane’s work was stressful, leading to a whole array of problems that resulted in her gaining a few pounds.
She gasped as she clutched a stray hair, almost touching the mirror with how much she leaned in. The hair was light brown, just like the rest, but Jane could have sworn it was gray. She brushed it back, looking into her own eyes. They shot open, staring in disbelief. She had bags under her eyes! Now she’ll have to spend more money on makeup to hide them.
Realizing that she was worrying herself again, Jane stepped back from the mirror, closing her eyes. She took a deep breath in, puffing up her chest. She held it for a few seconds before exhaling.
“I will relax. I will not be stressed.” Jane said as she had several times before.
Grabbing her yoga mat and laptop, Jane walked into her living room. She unrolled the mat and stood on it, letting the soft foam comfort her aching feet. Jane was afraid to go to her local gym, either by embarrassing herself in class or with the potential creeps the loitered near the locker rooms. Jane instead found a home yoga program that promised relaxation and to lower stress.
Connecting her laptop to her television, Jane opened the file she had downloaded yesterday. Tranquil sounds of a rainforest filled the room as a montage of relaxing locations transitioned on screen. It stopped at a fit woman standing in a gym. Jane listened to the instructor, following stretches and guides.
Jane kept up the video exactly, holding every stretch and pose for as long as the instructor did. Jane could already feel the tension leaving her body. Her shoulders weren’t as tight, her calves didn’t ache, her back wasn’t as stiff. Jane was happy with the video and wondered if the woman made any more.
Jane wiped the sweat from her brow as the video came to a close. The woman began to speak, congratulating the viewer for making it to the end and how to keep up the techniques outside of the video. Jane listened as she drank from her water bottle.
“When you hold your breath, you often puff out your chest. To lower your blood pressure and help yourself relax, I will teach you belly breathing” said the woman. “Watch. As my lungs fill with air, my stomach presses out. I breathe with my stomach, not just the lungs.”
Jane watched with great interest as the camera zoomed in the woman’s stomach. The woman took a deep breath in, causing her stomach to push out. As she exhaled, it shrank back to its original size. The woman’s abs glistened on screen for another second before the camera returned to its original position.
Jane took a deep breath in, pushing out her stomach as she did. She soon coughed, realizing she did it wrong. She tried again, this time successfully getting her belly to grow and shrink with her breathing.
The woman continued, “Try closing your eyes and focus on breathing. In through the nose, hold it, and out through the mouth. Let’s do it together.”
Jane closed her eyes as if she were meditating. She visualized a balloon, inflating and deflating as she listened to the instructor’s words. Jane inhaled and her belly grew. Jane exhaled and her belly shrank. Jane inhaled again and her stomach expanded. Jane exhaled and her stomach stayed the same size. Another breath in and her tummy grew even more.
Jane was so focused on the exercise that she ignored the bloated feeling she got in her stomach. Her smooth belly began to puff up with every breath. Soon Jane looked like she had too much to eat. Her belly began to peek out from under her shirt.
Jane was in the zone, she had found her rhythm and this breathing technique would be easy to do at work. In, hold, out. In, hold, out. Jane now looked several months pregnant. Her belly continued to only grow, each inhale acting like a pump. Jane’s shirt no longer covered her growing midsection.
Jane’s breaths were becoming shallower, causing her to slow down and fall behind the instructor. She still focused on her imaginary balloon, albeit at a much slower pace. Jane looked like an overdue mother, her stomach round and taut. It continued to pump itself bigger, each gasp of air making less of an impact.
Finally giving up, Jane’s hands fell to her knees. She panted, gasping as if she just ran a marathon. She looked up at the screen, watching the instructor continue to just stand there and breathe normally, repeating the same three words over and over. Jane’s stomach was now as large as a beachball. Her stomach almost touched her arms as she bent over and used herself for support.
Jane was completely unaware of her stomach and didn’t even bother looking down. Instead, she had gotten so tired from the stretches and exercises, she decided to take a nap. Her head felt foggy and her body was unable to carry itself. She flopped onto her couch, falling asleep immediately.
The video continued to play as Jane slept. The repetition of the exercise worked its way into Jane’s subconscious, making her continue the exercise. Her stomach slowly bobbed up and down, continuing to grow with each breath.
“Good job!” The instructor said to dozing Jane. “Remember to use this technique to relax and lower that blood pressure. See you in the next video in my series, where we will use a yoga ball to become even more relaxed.”
Jane slept well, her heart rate and breathing stayed even throughout her entire nap. All of the tension in her body disappeared. Her belly would feel tight and full, but she was stress free. Her belly never stopped growing, even as the video ended. She’d be more than prepared for the next video by the time she woke up.
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Plastic on the Beach
NO LITTERING
The words were painted in bright red on a few planks of wood, nailed together to make a sign. Across from it was a larger, more official looking sign, listing the rules of the beach. Between them was the walkway into the mysterious beach.
The beach spread out to a bay, with rocky cliffs reaching out into the ocean. The entire bay was surrounded by the jungle of the island. This beach was isolated from the many resorts and hotels that dotted the island. Additionally, the owner of this beach made no effort to advertise the coastline. The people who came to the beach usually found it by accident or a local let it slip.
The secrecy of the beach made it less crowded than the others, but that wasn’t what made the beach so special. For some reason, the sexiest women always appeared on this beach. Most influencers and models stayed by their pools or the beach closest to their hotel, only to be followed by paparazzi or creeps. The women at this beach seemed to just appear, suddenly coming to everyone’s attention and keeping many eyes glued to their seductive bodies.
Nobody ever noticed the women entering the beach, nor did they catch the details on the wooden sign. It was difficult to see with the constant shade the trees made, but when the sunlight hit the sign just right, small runes could be seen shimmering on the sign’s border.
An aged man stepped out from a small shack and onto the beach. He was easily the oldest person there, but kept himself fit and healthy. He slicked his gray hair back and readjusted his sunglasses. He wore a Hawaiian shirt and khakis, looking like a retired grandfather rather than the owner of a beach. He gazed over his beautiful bay, adoring the clear sand.
Noon had just passed, meaning there would be a small increase in visitors at his beach. More people meant more potential littering. Slinging the strap to his large bag over his shoulder, he grabbed one of those small claws on a stick and he went out to enforce his most important rule.
The man’s first destination was the snack bar. It had the highest density of trash cans at the beach and it made his blood boil when they were ignored. But it was also the only place on the beach that introduced their own garbage. He scanned the crowd, making sure no wrappers or bottles fell from the tables. As he began to leave, he heard a woman speak loudly.
Yuriko held her phone in one hand and a wrapped popsicle in the other. The Japanese beauty always got what she wanted. She was a daddy’s girl, using her father’s cash to afford such an expensive trip. Her eyes were glued to her phone, continuing her video call. She bragged to her friends about how beautiful (and expensive) the resort and island were.
She held her phone out so that she could show herself on the beach. She wore a large sunhat and a blue swimsuit that showed off her trim waist and hid her cleavage, or lack thereof. She was oblivious to other beachgoers' looks of annoyance and anger.
Unwrapping the popsicle, she gave it a lick before looking back at her phone. Whoever was on the other end must have found it funny, as Yuriko giggled before licking it again. She suggestively rubbed her tongue up and down the popsicle before sucking on as much as she could. She licked her lips and kept walking, nearing a trash bin.
Her eyes stayed glued to her phone, so she reached out to where she thought the bin was. As she let go of her trash, a small gust of wind swept over the beach. The wrapper flew sideways, bumping into the rim of the bin before floating down to the sands below. The man watched it descend before looking back at the woman. She was already walking away, unaware that she missed her target.
The man muttered something under his breath and used the claw to picked up the trash. He watched as she continued to walk back to where she had left her things. An aura only he could see surrounded her and then slowly flowed into her.
Yuriko continued sucking on her popsicle, focused on her phone. As she licked her lips, they grew plumper. Her lips grew larger and larger, as if she was having an allergic reaction. She began to struggle to say some words as her lips became overinflated with fillers.
Soon she stopped talking, greedily sucking on the popsicle. She kept the camera focused on face. Her mouth formed a perfect “O” as she slid the popsicle in and out. Small moans escaped her massive lips as she eagerly finished the popsicle. She held the wooden stick lengthwise in between her lips, showing off how big her lips were from the lip fillers she always had.
She panned the camera down, showing off more of her body. The bikini changed as well, becoming one from a much more expensive brand. It kept the same shade of blue, but plunged into a deep neckline. Her tits started to inflate, filling up the now exposed space. Her boobs grew perfectly round as they were filled with implants. The fake breasts refuse to jiggle, even as Yuriko bounced down the beach.
Yuriko blew a kiss towards her phone, finishing the video she would upload. She had to let her followers know that she was flaunting herself at a beach. She loved showing off her injections and implants as well as any expensive outfits that emphasized them. Adjusting her top, Yuriko wondered how many blowjobs she would have to give to her sugar daddy to get even bigger implants.
Satisfied with his work, the man started walking towards the shore of the beach. One section of the beach was filled with lounge chairs. Some had large umbrellas for shade, but the farther the seats were, the more they were used for tanning. There was no trash but some force guided the man’s eyes to the woman at the very last seat.
Nicole set her bag down and began to dig through it. Her large breasts jiggled, contained by the large red bikini. She stood up and brushed some of her long brown hair out from her face. Squirting some sunscreen into her hands, she started to lather her pale body.
She purred in pleasure as she felt her smooth figure. Her hands glided up and down her long silky legs as she applied the sunscreen. Another squeeze of the bottle gave her more sunscreen for her stomach and breasts. She began to wring the bottle to get her face and arms covered. As she finished coating herself, she found no more sunscreen came out of the bottle. Without even a shrug, she flung the empty bottle over her shoulder and laid down.
The man’s eye twitched. He marched over, letting the changes occur before he picked up the garbage.
Nicole set a timer on her phone and leaned back into the seat. She closed her eyes, relaxing under the sun’s warming rays, unaware of the changes rapidly occurring to her body.
Her skin tanned rapidly, quickly going past the sun-kissed she was planning for. It transitioned from a white to light brown to more of a chocolate color. Her lifestyle of staying indoors was swapped for one where she spent every minute she could outside.
Once her skin stopped changing, her tits began to expand. Her already large breasts grew larger, pushing her bikini top beyond its limit. They stayed perfectly round, with no evidence of sagging. Her hips widened as her ass grew to match pace. Implants filled her body, exaggerating her hourglass figure.
As the bikini covered less of Nicole’s growing chest and butt, tan lines became apparent. Small slivers of pale skin from her shoulders went down to her massive tits. Nicole’s cleavage was ghostly white, revealing she wasn’t able to show off her augmented chest as much as she would like. An outline of her bikini could be traced on her body.
While her body became several shades darker, her hair lightened. Starting at her roots, blonde hair started to show. As if she forgot to dye her hair, the top of her head was now a golden yellow. The color continued to spread, racing down her locks. As the color extended to her tips, her hair curled, losing its straightness. Nicole’s face stayed the same, but her skin and hair nearly swapped colors.
Her timer dinged, snapping her out of a trance. Nicole rolled over, effortlessly adjusting for her huge boobs. As she browsed her phone she paused, wondering why she was lounging on the beach. She already had the tan she dreamed of, even if she had some tan lines. She got up and made her way to a large group of men, swaying her hips as she walked. Her silicone filled ass swallowed her red bottoms as she walked, exposing more of her ass cheeks to be pale.
With a grunt, the man continued his lap around the beach. He entered the zone designated for the more active beach goers. Various nets and smooth clearings were being used by all sorts of people wanting to enjoy the warm weather. He reminisced about being younger and actually able to play when the explosive cheering of a volleyball game caught his attention. He watched as, what he assumed were, college students pulled several plastic water bottles out of a cooler. His brow furrowed as the newly refreshed players now held empty bottles.
Jada was exhausted but delighted with how her vacation had been going. As the volleyball captain for her college’s team, she was well experienced with the sport. Beach volleyball let her enjoy the sun while playing. It also let her show off her body more than the indoor version allowed. Despite being at the beach, Jada wore green athletic shorts and a black sports bra instead of a swimsuit.
Jada took her sun visor off and wiped the seat off her forehead. The sweat glistened on her bronze skin. As Jada drank and played with a dreadlock, she thought about any training she could do to improve. Letting the last of the water splash on her face, Jada screwed the cap back onto her bottle and threw it.
The bottle flew through the air, spinning slowly. It landed a foot away from the trash can, making a tiny crater in the sand. Grabbing another bottle from a friend, Jada tried again. This bottle hit the rim of the trashcan, but still landed in the sand, causing Jada to pout. A second friend handed a bottle to the athlete. With a jump, Jada’s third shot landed in the trash can, rewarding her with a high five and some cheers.
As Jada was handed another empty bottle, the man stared at the missed shots. The two bottles sat there until a third missed shot came crashing down. The man’s face was so red, some people thought he was sunburned. He muttered some words and some swears under his breath. The largest aura he’d ever seen, quickly flew into the young sportswoman.
Jada squinted, concentrating on her target, unaware of the eyeliner and eyeshadow that began to blanket her face. Her eyelashes grew longer and thicker. Her lips became an emerald green to match her shorts. Jada’s coordination got worse, her shots were landing farther and farther from her goal. She collected everyone’s bottles and walked instead.
Her thighs thickened, jiggling slightly as she walked. Her shorts tightened around her growing booty. Her top strained under the growing mass, but managed to contain it. Jada no longer looked like an athlete, or anybody who could play sports at all. She could no longer run without her thighs rubbing together or jump without hitting herself in the face with her tits.
Jada bent over, keeping her legs straight, showing off her flexibility and her bubble butt. Jada didn’t even realize how big her butt had gotten. Two massive globes of copper colored fat stuck out from her shorts for everyone on the court to see. Picking up the bottles and dumping them in the trash, Jada began to walk back to her friends, her ass almost clapping with every step.
The man gasped. Seeing people pick up their trash after it had blown away or missed the garbage was such a rare sight for him. Most people either littered on purpose or never checked if the garbage landed. He should have waited. The transformations were an unstoppable force, but if he put in the effort, he could change the direction of it.
Jada’s thighs continued to grow in size, but lost their jiggle. Her thighs now gained muscle, bulging and rippling with strength. Her abs became more defined, her sweat sparkling on her six pack. Her butt shrank slightly, no longer just fat. Jada’s daily squat workout gave her a large but firm booty.
Likewise, her boobs shrank a few cup sizes, but her arms took the extra mass. Jada never missed a workout, so her upper body was just as ripped. A second sports bra appeared over the first, making sure Jada’s huge tits didn’t get in her way when playing. Jada couldn’t help but flex, making her biceps bulge for any onlookers.
Lastly, Jada gained height. Jada suddenly shot up, making her stumble, but nobody noticed. After another step, Jada herself forgot that she did or even that she used to be much shorter. She grew to almost seven feet tall, towering over the other players. The Amazonian always had energy to burn and played whatever sport she could. Flexing her abundant muscles, Jada served the volleyball over the net with a powerful slap.
The man wiped his brow, exhausted from redirecting the magic. He sluggishly made his way back to the bar, collapsing into a seat. As he drank his water, he noticed an older Latina nervously holding her drink.
Maria struggled to enjoy her time off. Her mind kept wandering back to the office and how her employees were definitely slacking off or being inefficient with their time. She finished her drink, hoping the alcohol would help her unwind. The beach was beautiful, but she feared she stuck out, as she was older than everyone she had seen.
She was envious of all the couples she had seen at the beach. She was committed to climbing the corporate ladder, aiming to get a seat on the board of directors within the upcoming years. Although she wanted a boyfriend, she was very picky. As Maria’s salary increased, so did her standards. No man was good enough for her, but she wanted someone to be romantic with. Seeing another couple leave the bar, Maria felt her chances slip away, as she realized how fit the girl was.
Maria’s income wasn’t the only thing she had that was increasing. Several late nights working on projects had made an impact on her figure. She constantly brought work home with her, preventing her from going to the gym. Maria stressed about her weight, also adding to it.
Maria’s black bikini used to fit, but now showed off her chunky thighs and flabby ass. The cellulite that was normally hidden under skirts and dress pants was exposed. She had a small muffin top, causing her to suck in her stomach for most of her beach visit. Her boobs were big, but they also sagged, making her hide her whole body in a white coverup, despite the heat.
Although Maria disliked how big she had gotten, her mature figure caught the eyes of various men. Those men were always younger than her, made little to no money, and saw her as a sugar mommy. Maria hated them, especially if they thought she'd be an easy one night stand. So when the bartender slid a phone number over alongside her order, Maria scoffed.
Maria took her drink and the paper, crumpling it in one hand. As she made her way to a table to be alone, she threw the paper aside. The man sighed as the paper hit the ground, still not recovered from earlier. The aura built up around Maria, sweeping into her as the man got another water.
Maria’s stomach began to flatten. Her muffin top faded away, resulting in a small pooch. It was as thin as she could get at her age. A tiny scar appeared at the bottom of her stomach. The weight sank down in her body, making each ass cheek swell with fat. Her cellulite vanished, leaving tiny stretch marks as the only markings on her giant booty.
Maria paused for a moment, resting her free hand on her wide hip. Her coverup shifted into a shawl, letting Maria’s shoulders be exposed. She sipped her drink as she tried to remember what she was upset about. With each gulp, the loose fat on her body tightened. Her boobs became firmer, filling out her bikini top more. They swelled, causing even more of her caramel skin to peak out. Maria took another sip only to find that the cup was empty. With a gasp, she realized what she had forgotten.
Maria came to the beach for one thing only: to find an attractive young man to start her journey as a cougar. Being a director’s secretary gave her a lot of money and she wanted to use it to spoil a much younger boyfriend. Most of the men she had seen were taken. She wasn’t bold enough to tear apart a relationship but she wasn’t going to let her fat transfer and butt lift go to waste.
Feeling the smoothness of her stomach and then the softness of her booty, Maria looked at the bartender and guessed he was in his mid-twenties. She was old enough to be his mother, which was exactly what she was looking for in a man. Her ass jiggled and wobbled as she returned to the bar, giving the young man a suggestive look.
Maria’s mocha cheeks spilled over the stool, making it creak under her weight. She leaned forward, letting her breasts rest on the bar top. She tucked her shawl around her arms to emphasize her already eye-catching chest. Maria asked for another drink in a sultry voice and complementing the bartender’s physique. Maria smirked as he stammered out a response, knowing she had him hooked.
The elderly man already left the bar, returning to the small shack. Emptying his small bag into a garbage bin next to the door, the man retreated back inside. He placed the small claw on a table and the bag on a hook. He took off his sunglasses, revealing his eyes and the small magic circles within his irises.
Entering his office, he locked the door behind him. In the middle of his desk were three planks of wood, nailed together with a painted message that just finished drying. The man opened a spell book to a bookmarked page of runes, and retrieved a miniscule brush and magnifying glass. He smiled to himself as he continued to work so hard to keep his beach clean.
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McPreggo Prank
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Cindy Williams loved to play pranks. She enjoyed fooling and tricking anybody and everybody. She wasn’t mean about it, she made sure her pranks were something everyone involved could laugh at. Her first year at college gave her many new people to prank, and she formed many friendships from it. She joined a sorority and spent lots of time with her new sisters. Cindy loved her sorority sisters and learned many things from them, both educational and not.
When Cindy’s first year of college ended, she returned home for the summer. Cindy said her goodbyes but knew she would talk to her friends through social media. Before she knew it, she was back home.
Cindy had forgotten how hectic and full her home was. Being the oldest of several children, Cindy was always stuck in the house, caring for her younger siblings. Her first year of college gave her the freedom she craved but she was still happy to return home for the summer.
Cindy, being the responsible older sister she was, offered to take care of dinner so her hardworking parents wouldn’t have to worry about it. It was expensive, but she ordered McDonald’s for her brothers and sisters. The table was a mess, wrappers and crumbs everywhere. When everyone finished eating, Cindy selflessly offered to clean up the mess. With her siblings out of the way, Cindy could set up the prank she prepared for her mother.
Finding a clean box, Cindy rushed to the fridge, taking out another bagged order. Similar in design, this bagged was clearly labeled: McPreggo’s. Cindy carefully transferred the burger into the McDonald’s box and stuck it into a paper bag. Hearing her mother’s car approach outside, Cindy quickly placed the disguised order on the table while beginning to clean the rest.
Megan Williams entered through the door, exhausted from a busy day at the office. Despite the drab building she worked in, she was still fashionable, wearing a blouse with dress pants. Putting her keys and purse down, Megan went to see what Cindy made for dinner.
One look and anyone could tell that Cindy was Megan’s daughter. The women shared many traits, like the same straight black hair, small button nose, and naturally wide hips. Cindy’s hips gave her a curve to her figure but Megan’s hips dominated her frame. This is because Megan had so many pregnancies in rapid succession.
Megan loved children and her body expanded with each of her pregnancies, resulting in an unique figure everyone took notice of. Many of her coworkers referred to her figure as motherly or pear shaped, but behind closed doors, many men fantasize about making her blubbery cheeks clap. The rest of her body was plump, a tiny muffin top ignored for the gracious amounts of cleavage she showed off.
“When you said you’d make dinner, I was expecting something healthier,” Megan said, rather disappointed.
Cindy shrugged, knowing her mother was right, but none of her siblings cared. Cindy sat down at the table, eating some leftover fries. She could barely contain her excitement as her mother began to open the bag.
Megan shrugged as she pulled the burger out of the small box. No amount of dieting would decrease the size of her body, nor would one burger do anything to increase it. She sat down, her thick thighs oozing over the edges of her seat. Megan noted that the burger wasn’t as greasy as she expected but still thought it was unhealthy.
The two women talked and enjoyed each other’s company. Cindy spoke about her sorority and classes. Megan shared office gossip and work day troubles. Cindy stopped paying attention as Megan took the last bite of her burger. Megan went to throw out her trash when she paused.
“Oh, I don't think it agrees with me.” Megan said, instinctively rubbing her belly.
Cindy watched as Megan’s belly slowly began to grow. The belly bloated outward, pressing against the office attire she was still dressed in. Megan had noticed how her belly was inflating, concerned how much indigestion one burger could give her. It kept growing, bigger and fuller, until the buttons began to pop off her blouse.
With her stomach exposed, the two women could see that her belly button had flattened. Megan continued to gasp, carefully feeling her expanding belly. It was heavy and round, but fit in perfectly with her fertile figure. Megan continued to rub her belly, focusing on how firm it was.
Cindy experienced many things ever since she joined a sorority. She participated in many events, fundraisers, and parties. One such party was a get together that the girls held for themselves. Cindy declined her invitation, she needed to study for her midterms, but listened to what the party would entail, so she could be ready next year.
The party was dubbed “Preggo Prom” but wasn’t really a party. There was no alcohol and no boys. This confused Cindy as she knew that her sorority loved those two things, especially together. Instead, the girls wore clothes that revealed their midriffs. Crop tops, tube tops, even bikinis, anything that exposed their stomachs. The purpose was to show off their bellies after they ordered from a restaurant called McPreggo’s.
At first glance, McPreggo’s seemed like an obvious knockoff. Everything about it seemed to be copied. The menu was almost identical, offering the same burgers and sides for similar prices. But what made McPreggo’s special was that every meal resulted in a pregnancy. It wasn’t a real baby, nothing appeared on an ultrasound. The baby would disappear after 6 hours, reverting any changes made to the body, including weight gain or lactation. The fake baby still kicked and squirmed, truly mimicking a pregnancy.
Cindy treated herself to a single burger after her finals and loved every second of it. The way her body eagerly grew to accommodate the fully grown baby within her womb excited her. She thought about ordering some sides to alter and add to the pregnancy-fueled changes but decided against it as her hips already grew much wider than she expected. She had to waddle out of the restaurant and heard a seam rip as she did. Cindy bought a maternity outfit for the sole purpose of getting food from McPreggo’s.
Cindy’s eyes were glued to her mother’s navel. Slowly it began to grow, becoming a bump on Megan’s massive stomach. Megan kept breathing quick and short breaths, confused about her body’s sudden changes. As her hands roamed her inflated midsection, her eyes went wide as her fingertips brushed the small nub that was her navel. Before she could ask what her daughter did to her, Megan’s stomach shifted, as a small foot kicked it from inside. Megan collapsed into her seat, groaning as she clutched her belly.
“Mom? Are you okay?” Cindy questioned.
The burger she tricked her mother into having was only meant to give her the experience of the ninth month of a singleton pregnancy. It was not one of the items that simulated labor or a hyperactive baby, so Cindy was confused why her mother was breathing so hard. She was about to call one of her sorority sisters for help when a voice suddenly spoke, startling her.
“What is causing all this commotion?” Cindy’s father asked sternly. Glancing at his wife, now seemingly pregnant and moaning while rubbing her belly, he turned to Cindy, “What did you do?”
Cindy spoke quickly and frantically, explaining the plan and failure of her prank. “There’s this place that just opened in the mall and when you eat there you get pregnant. But not really pregnant, it goes away. Mom thought it was a normal burger but I…”
“Which McPreggo burger did you give her exactly?” Cindy’s dad said calmly.
“Just the single patty.” Cindy answered, before realizing what her father asked her. “Wait, how do you know about McPreggo’s?”
“To make sure your mother never discovered it.” Cindy’s dad explained, almost regretfully. “Your mom loves being a mom, but she loves the mother-to-be part more. There is a reason why you have so many siblings and why they’re so close in age. Do you get what I’m saying?”
“But why hide this from her? This lets her experience it without needing the financial burden of a baby.” Cindy argued.
“This isn’t about babies or money, it’s about me!” Cindy’s dad almost yelled. “You mother becomes so horny when she’s pregnant, I can’t keep up. It is a textbook example of too much of a good thing. She demands so much, all the time. I wish she had regular pregnancy cravings like weird food combinations or something.”
“What about protection?” Cindy said, irritated. “You nagged me so much about it and you don't even use it yourselves.”
“Cindy, I have tried, begged even. You are the oldest of a dozen children, and you just started college. Your youngest sibling just started elementary. It is an endless cycle, she demands it when she’s pregnant, she demands it to get pregnant. Once she sees that positive test, she is no longer my wife. That is a being of pure lust.”
Cindy followed her father’s judgmental finger shoot towards the table. Cindy gasped as the finger pointed at an empty chair.
“Where’d she go?” Cindy asked. “I’ve never seen mom move silently before.”
The sound of a car pulling out into the street made Cindy and her father freeze. They looked at each other, one in surprise and the other in horror, as they realized where Megan was going.
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Honey, does this make me look fat?
Hearing his name called, David slowly looked up. After spending an eternity outside of the dressing rooms, he finally had a chance to go home. His wife, Claire, emerged wearing a blue dress. It seemed plain, Claire wasn’t wearing the excessive jewelry or make up she would be for tonight. David's work constantly had dinners, galas, and other events they had to attend, so Claire constantly bought new dresses to show off. It was annoying now, but it started off as David’s idea. He couldn't help it, he loved to spoil Claire.
When David first met Claire, it was love at first sight. He impressed her with his wealth, bringing her on expensive and extravagant dates. He was able to win over her heart as well. David had a soft side, listening to and solving Claire’s problems. But the thing Claire loved the most about being with David was fancy parties he would bring her to.
Claire never understood the business side of things at these events. She was there to look pretty and she enjoyed everyone looking at her. Claire used her natural beauty to be the prettiest woman at the events. Claire took pride in being David’s arm candy and when they got married, she upped her game to be an even better trophy wife.
David watched as Claire tried to smooth the blue dress over her stomach. There was an obvious curve to her midsection. She looked up at her husband, her mouth moving and then waiting for his response. Much to her dismay, David’s head was in the clouds. He was still going down memory lane, thinking back about their marriage.
Claire was so happy to become a wife and it only took a year before she became a mother. David’s habit of spoiling Claire is what led to her current physique. The workouts and diets Claire did to stay slim and sexy stopped once she saw the positive pregnancy test. David never brought it up, focusing on the baby’s health and Claire’s mood. He made sure she got whatever combination of food the baby wanted. Claire was confident that her natural beauty would have her bounce back immediately.
The only weight Claire lost were the seven pounds that made up their firstborn. Transitioning from trophy wife to housewife left Claire with no time to workout. Every pregnancy pound stuck to her body. Claire was worried that David would find her ugly. Since being pregnant excused her from working out, Claire simply seduced her husband with her new motherly hips and got knocked up again.
Claire’s second pregnancy was the same as the first. She ate whatever and whenever she wanted. David often went out to get orders while Claire stayed on the couch or in bed. It was difficult for Claire to assess the damage a second baby did to her body, but she saw that her face got rounder. Her fears returned and she used her much larger tits to get knocked up a third time.
Claire would have gotten away with having a fourth child using the same strategy, but David said that they would not have any more kids, at least for a while. He made plenty of money, but having three kids within five years made serious dents in his bank account. Claire was forced to deal with her problem of being the fat wife at the company events. Despite her fears, she could never muster up the courage and energy to workout or diet again. She would give up after a day, her plump body slowly growing from her constant snacking.
For several years, Claire’s weight was an unspoken subject. Claire never admitted she had gotten bigger. David still held her close, arm around her waist, no matter how far he had to reach. Claire disguised the fact she constantly outgrew her clothes as needing to keep up with fashion trends, knowing that David had no idea what was in style. David never mentioned how her wardrobe was replaced with larger sized clothes.
David did a mental before and after of Claire. The Claire from their wedding was a slim model. The Claire standing in front of him was double the size. Love handles and a potbelly replaced the hourglass figure she used to tease his boss with. His eyes drifted up, noticing the second chin that was beginning to form. Above that, her grumpy face. David’s eyes grew wide as he realized he wasn’t imagining his wife, she was actually standing in front of him.
“David!” Claire almost shouted, her hands on her wide hips.
“Yeah? Yes? Looks lovely dear” David said automatically as he regained focus.
“Does this make me look fat?” Claire asked sternly, upset she had to repeat herself.
Time seemed to pause for David. Claire asked the question. All he had to do was say no. That’s what the husband is supposed to do in this situation. But David decided he would speak his mind.
“Make you look…” David questioned as he rose to meet his wife. “Look? If I wanted you to look fat, I’d shove a pillow up that dress. Did I say you would look pregnant? No, I said I’d make you pregnant and I did. Three times! You know what? Take off the dress, it’s ugly.”
Claire gasped. David mentioned her weight for the first time in years, She was shaken having heard it but she quickly stripped herself of the dress. Her ass wobbled as she stood up. Her flabby belly jiggled as she stood straight, almost as if she was being inspected. Claire feared that David would prod or poke her body, pointing out how she let herself go. Instead he handed her a pair of gym shorts and a tank top.
“Put these on,” David ordered. “They’re large but even that is too small for you. You’re going to show off that gut to everyone in the food court. I’m going to stuff you full until you know better to ask if you’re fat. You’re gonna learn that your body is for making babies and storing fat.”
Claire stood still, holding the clothes in her arms. She couldn’t process what David just said. He knew she was getting fat and wanted her to gain more? She slowly began to lift one leg to start putting on the pants. Did David like her like this? Her train of thought was stopped by the pants getting tight around her thighs.
She gasped, realizing the elastic was stretched to its limits. Doing a shimmy, Claire barely got the pants up to her hips. She glanced at herself in the mirror and realized she almost looked naked. Not only were her thighs completely exposed, her gargantuan cheeks engulfed the shorts, making them barely visible.
David walked away to the register while Claire dealt with the shirt. Getting it over her head was easy, but stuffing her boobs inside was the challenge. Her bra was already at its limit, her boobs ready to burst out. The tanktop didn’t do any better. Claire’s massive breasts spilled out from the sides, as well as giving an impressive amount of cleavage. She wanted to pull the shirt down and cover some of her flabby belly, but another look in the mirror revealed that the tank top was just a second bra.
David returned, putting his wallet back in his pocket. He gave Claire a once over and turned around.
“I paid for it already. Let’s go,” David said, keeping his stern attitude.
“You don’t expect me to actually walk around like this do you?” Claire questioned. “It’s like walking around in underwear.”
“Let’s. Go” David repeated.
Claire slowly walked out of the changing rooms. She nervously kneaded her belly as she made her way to the exit. The store was meant for plus sized clothes, but she felt like the only fat person inside. As she passed David, he raised his arm.
The sound of a meaty slap was followed by a cutoff moan. The store fell silent. Claire could feel everyone stare at her exposed body. She wanted to go back into the dressing room and hide but instead made her way to the exit even faster. David watched his wife’s cheeks wobble, the left one slightly red.
Claire hated walking through the mall. Her legs began to burn after passing a few stores, she couldn’t make it to the car without panting. Claire tried her best to ignore all the other people in the mall, but her outfit made her the center of attention. Phones and fingers all pointed at her. She was ashamed that she let herself get so big. She glanced over at David, who happily groped her ass as they walked. Claire began to ask herself why David wanted her larger, when her stomach let out a grumble.
“Perfect timing,” David said.
Claire looked around in astonishment. David actually brought her to the food court. Feeling the waistband already digging into her, Claire stayed frozen in place. David pulled out two chairs on the same side of a table and motioned her to sit down. She winced as she sat down, needing to spread her legs to make room for her stomach. She hesitantly looked back at David but saw him walk away to order.
Claire thought back to how she’d been in this situation before. Every pregnancy craving across her three pregnancies was loving given to her, no questions asked. Her belly was much rounder then and she wasn’t embarrassed to have it be seen. But with no baby and no excuse, Claire was embarrassed about her body.
David returned with a tray full of food and placed it in front of Claire. Starved, she eagerly dug into her meal. Claire’s feelings of guilt and worry washed away as she chewed and swallowed. As such a big woman, Claire’s meals were equally as big. She devoured two burgers and several sides with ease. As Claire finished her drink, David set down an additional tray full of another restaurant's food in front of her.
“Babe, I’m not that hungry. I’m ready to go home” Claire protested, pushing the tray away.
“You asked if you ‘looked’ fat. I’m going to show you the answer” David said as he pushed the tray back.
Claire cautiously brought the food to her lips. As she ate, she continued to think about how David had been acting. She wasn’t pregnant, but he was making her eat like she was. As Claire was lost in thought, she was eating on autopilot. When David came back with a third tray, Claire began eating it without realizing.
David kept buying food. Claire kept eating. Soon the table was covered in trays and wrappers. Claire was slowly pushed away from the table as her belly grew fuller and rounder. Her eating slowed down and David stopped getting food. Claire struggled to bring the food to her mouth and struggled even more to swallow.
Claire’s stomach lost its jiggle as she packed it full with food. It became bloated and swollen as Claire unintentionally pushed it past capacity. Her stomach reddened, growing larger than it ever had before. Soon her stomach not only mimicked a pregnancy, but dwarfed any of her previous ones. Her food filled orb let out a gurgle that finally made Claire stop eating.
“No… no more. I feel stuffed,” Claire gasped out, between breaths.
“Look fat. Feel stuffed. I want to hear you say what you are.”
“Your wife?” Claire questioned while trying not to burp.
David jiggled Claire's bloated stomach, causing her to groan. She felt the food shift around inside her. As Claire calmed her stomach, she realized what David wanted.
“I’m fat,” Claire admitted. “I’m your fat wife that just eats and eats.”
“So do your clothes make you look fat?”
“No. They show off how fat I am by how I burst out of them.”
David smiled. Now that Claire admitted she was fat, he didn’t have to deal with a wife in denial. He could finally open up and ask her to indulge him with some fantasies in the bedroom. He liked that Claire put on weight from the pregnancies, but only recently realized she was planning on losing it. For once, he was happy about her procrastination.
Claire struggled to get up from the table, her belly almost pinning her down. David helped her and held her close. Her belly bulged out in front of her. Patrons who didn’t see the couple enter the food court would have mistaken Claire for having twins.
Claire didn’t have any difficulty moving, she had plenty of practice walking around with a massive belly. She swayed with every step, a waddle David missed seeing. David carried their bags in one hand and let the other slowly rub Claire’s tight belly.
“I never would have thought you’d eat that much in one sitting. You look pregnant,” David said as he rubbed Claire’s overstuffed belly.
“Look pregnant?” Claire asked suggestively.
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Britt's Maxed Out Tits
Another story using Maxi Corp, created by @expansion-growth-fanatic
Brittney Boulders used to be a record-holding porn star: Largest breasts. Technically, the largest implants, as each boob was 20000 cc. But since nobody came close to her cup size, she proudly took the title of biggest in general. In her most popular video, she gave two men a tit job at the same time and their cocks never touched. With that much saline, she stood out and was famous even if people found her boobs tacky or trashy.
Brittney retired from her career and settled down. She never reduced her breasts, she was proud to hold the record and she liked the attention she got from them. She married a former co-star and they had a baby. As time passed, things changed. The baby girl grew up into a beautiful college student. Brittney began to stand out less from the introduction of Maxi Corp. Her shirts and bras were no longer unique to her alone. It never bothered Brittney, she was happy with the money she spent to make herself the way she was.
Brittney was sad when she lost her title. A girl in California had grown to 50 feet tall. She wasn’t the bustiest around but when everything scaled with her height, her breasts took up the most volume. The record was changed to mean largest breasts compared to body size. But even that didn’t last for Brittney. She went from “Largest breasts” to “Largest augmented breasts (Non-Maxi Corp)”. It was a mouthful and didn’t sound sexy, so she stopped using it to brag about her implant stuffed boobs. But it didn’t stop her from showing them off.
Brittney never returned to the role she once had, but taking saucy pictures was a habit she would never kick. Her revival online was smaller in scale than some hoped, but still welcomed by all. She was happy to share her beauty with paying customers, especially now because she could brand herself as a milf. Tits her size weren’t hard to come by, a bottle of Titty+ would get the job done. But she knew what men (and some women) wanted. Her tits were fake, but her talent was all natural.
Brittney sat on her bed, dressed in only a shirt and underwear. She pulled the bottom of her shirt to show off even more cleavage. Puckering her lips, she winked into the camera when her phone suddenly began to ring. Seeing her daughter on the caller ID, Brittney quickly sat up and answered.
“It’s rare for you to call so suddenly. Are you alright?” Brittney asked, frantically.
“I’m better than alright! My second puberty is kicking in! I’m so happy with how I'm growing!” Emma squealed over the phone.
“That's wonderful Em! So what is it? Are you getting some big boobies like your mommy?” Brittney asked in a teasing tone.
Emma paused, before stuttering out an answer, “I, um, I don’t…”
“Oh, I’ll call Christophe! He hasn’t made me a bra in quite some time but I'm sure I can get him to make something for you sweetie!”
“You don’t have to do that mom.”
Brittney’s eyes lit up as she remembered something. Her lips curled into a devilish grin as she spoke.
“I'm sure your boyfriend is pleased with your changes. Is he treating you well? I want to meet him, he sounds so sweet from the way you gush over him.”
“Oh my gosh, Mom! You can't just…” Emma was flustered. Her parents were so casual about the topic of sex and constantly made sexual remarks. “I don't know if he’ll be able to come over break.”
“Are you embarrassed about bringing your boyfriend home to two ex-porn stars? He won’t mind my boobs, women all over have similar sizes.”
“No, it's because of your boobs specifically,” Emma said bluntly.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Brittney asked, offended.
“Your implants. They're so old. Boobs should have some jiggle. Yours are weird, with how hard they are.” Emma spoke frankly. “I have to go, class is starting.”
“Oh, Ok. Bye Em, I love you.” Brittney said quietly.
She brought the phone away from her ear, only to find that Emma already ended the call. Dropping her phone into her canyon of cleavage, Brittney looked at herself in the mirror. Her shirt was stretched thin. Her two massive tanks of saline blocked her view of her stomach. She gave a few poses, cupping her breasts and giving herself a wink.
“Old? As if.” Brittney scoffed.
She was undeniably a bimbo turned milf. Her hand lingered on her boobs. She tried to give them a pinch only to find that her skin was stretched thin over the implants, as she couldn’t grab any. She then squeezed her boobs together. There was a slight compression, but Emma was right. Her boobs were rock hard and didn’t even jiggle when she let go.
“Ricky? Could you come here for a moment?” Brittney yelled out.
Footsteps made their way to the bedroom, where Richard opened the door. He found his wife posing in front of the mirror and found himself aroused. He never would have imagined he would have a fetish for back muscles, but seeing his wife’s back flex to hold the 40 pounds of implants she had, it made him hard every time. Her ass and hips were no joke either, but there was no competing with the modified and enhanced boobs.
Walking up to his wife, Richard hugged her from behind. He groped her boobs, causing her to smile. After a quick kiss, he raised an eyebrow as to why he was summoned.
“Do you like my implants?” Brittney asked innocently.
Richard's mind and body froze. There was never a moment that Brittney second guessed her implants. She told him that she would do anything to make her boobs the biggest. Likewise, there was nothing in the world that would make her downsize.
“I’m thinking of getting rid of them,” Brittney said while still rubbing them.
Richard wasn’t sure what was going on so he spoke objectively, “Your skin is stretched thin. If you take those out, you’ll have really saggy and flat boobs. I don’t think either of us want that.”
“Getting rid of isn’t the right term, then. I’m thinking of replacing them. They seem, I don't know, outdated?”
“Replace them with what?” Richard asked, intrigued and aroused.
ONE MONTH LATER
Richard went to open the door. Waiting on her porch was a young couple. They didn’t seem like salespeople, but they both looked like they worked at a gym. The woman’s face was turned, speaking to the man. She had long blonde hair tied in a ponytail. Richard wasn’t sure if she was dressed in workout gear or if that’s what women’s fashion was nowadays. But what he was sure of is that her pants emphasized her thick thighs and fat ass. Her crop top showed off her chiseled abs. The man had a familiar face but Richard couldn’t put his finger on it.
“Can I help you?” Richard asked politely.
“Dad, it's me,” the woman said, almost offended.
Richard’s eyes widened in shock. The last time he saw Emma was when they helped her move into her dorm. She was a skinny brunette that loved baggy sweaters. Emma was never fond of gym class, so seeing her as a bottom heavy gym bunny caught him off guard.
“Oh, Emma! I couldn’t recognize you with, um,” Richard needed to find an excuse quickly, “With your hair like that! You grew it out and dyed it. When did you go blonde?”
Emma was not impressed. She put her hands on her plump hips and pouted. Richard noted that the boyfriend’s eyes were glued to her jiggling ass as she shifted her weight.
“Mom never told you about my second puberty, did she?”
“No, she did not.” Richard said as he hung his head in defeat. “I’m guessing she forgot to tell me that you and Jack were coming as well?”
“It’s Jake,” the man spoke up.
Richard winced at his second mistake. He opened the door fully and simply let them in, not wanting to embarrass himself more.
“No, this is a surprise for Mom too. Where is she, anyway?” Emma said as she sauntered inside. Richard couldn’t help but notice that Emma changed how she walked to put more sway into her hips. Jake was obviously enjoying it.
“Upstairs. She’s either still in the shower or getting dressed. Go up and say hi.”
Emma went up the stairs, her yoga pants barely being able to contain her expanded curves. Her fat ass almost clapped with every step. Jake began to follow after her, or rather her jiggling booty, but Richard held him back.
“I know what it's like, women are sexy, but I have two rules.” Richard said sternly, holding up a finger. First rule is no tears. If you make my little girl cry, I’m kicking your ass. You understand?”
“Yes sir”
Richard held up another finger and continued, “Second rule is no babies. If you make her a mom before she graduates, I’m ripping your dick off. If you try to be a wise guy and make her waddle across the stage when she gets her diploma-”
“I understand.” Jake said, as he tried to put some distance between the two of them.
“WHAT. THE. FUCK!” Emma screamed from upstairs.
Quickly pulling in the boyfriend, Richard spoke in a faster and hushed tone, “Now that I have the intimidating dad stuff out of the way, let me tell you something. Emma is a lot like her mom. That’s a problem for us because they are both terrible at communicating. They mean well, but you need to learn how to figure out what they’re thinking and just agree with them. Arguing is not worth it with these ladies.”
Looking up, the men saw Emma fly down the stairs with a red face. A short sprint, even with the caboose she had, should not make her exhausted. Emma was clearly flustered and blushing.
“Dad! What did you let Mom do to herself?” Emma accused.
“Technically, she didn’t do anything. The staff at the store did the math and injections.”
After that phone call a month ago, Brittney decided to give into Maxi Corp. If they could make everybody have boobs as big as hers, imagine what they could do with her boobs. Brittney had a consultation and even paid commission for somebody to do the math for her. Her breasts were stretched tight from the implants, so her one rule was that her breasts could not sag. It took a week, but Maxi Corp was able to calculate the exact doses needed for Brittney to have her new dream tits.
The two college students looked up in awe while Richard looked on with smug approval. Brittney’s breasts now dwarfed her entire body. In fact, the trio could only see her head and shoulders. Brittney’s boobs were perfectly round and almost touched the floor. Her dress showed “little” cleavage, as her boobs were mostly covered. But there was still a yard of her breasts that could visibly be seen squeezed together. She held onto the rail and slowly descended the steps. Her breasts jiggled and shook the entire way down as she had to kick and feel for the next step.
As Brittney reached the bottom, Emma and Jake could take in all the changes. Brittany had taken out her implants and filled herself up on TittyMax until her skin was equally as tight. The change meant her tits were larger, heavier, and much softer. They were so big that Brittney had to take several doses of MaxiGrow and Muscle Max just to have the space and strength to carry them around. Brittney struggled to touch her nipples with her implants. Now, she couldn’t even see them.
“Jakey! Come give mommy a hug!” Brittney said with an eager smile.
Jake was frozen in place, a hormonal college student could only handle so much boob. Brittney simply engulfed Jake into her cleavage, resting her arms around his head.
“Mom!” Emma yelled, now red with anger.
She stomped her foot, making her booty and thighs jiggle. Richard hid his smile as for the first time, Jake’s eyes weren’t glued to his daughter’s posterior. Brittney fixed her hair and then turned to face her daughter.
“What’s the matter Em? I thought you said boobs should have some jiggle.” Brittney said as she swayed side to side, the only way she could jiggle her breasts while staying in place.
As her mother walked towards her, Emma had to look up. Brittney now stood seven feet tall, but nobody ever noticed from far away. Emma gulped, she could never recall a time her mother seemed mad or upset.
“Like mother, like daughter. You get horny when you're upset. How else would I come up with the idea to get tits like these?” Brittney spoke bluntly. “Go take your boy toy upstairs, I am not walking up those again. There's some Maxi samplers on the nightstand.”
Emma was mad that her mother was right. She needed Jake to fuck this frustration out of her. With a grunt, she turned and stormed off, grabbing her boyfriend's hand and leading him to the stairs. The couple ran up the stairs, Emma’s cheeks clapped together as Jake eagerly pinched and groped them.
“Meeting my parents isn’t going to be anywhere as fun as this,” Jake retorted as pull Emma’s pants down to give it a good smack.
“Shut up and fuck me.” Emma said as she swallowed various pills from the bottles on the nightstand.
Downstairs, Brittney and Richard gave each other a suggestive look. The couple didn’t have to lean over the counter or move to the couch, Brittney’s tits were a makeshift water bed. Opening her dress and standing inside her cleavage, Richard began to make out with his wife. Brittney’s boobs began to ripple as the tit job enveloped Richard’s whole body.
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More to Love
Keith and Heather were high school sweethearts. They stayed together all throughout college and got married right after. Their love was unbreakable and they were inseparable. They constantly held hands or cuddled. They would regularly surprise each other with gifts and love letters.
Needless to say, the pair adored Valentine’s Day. The idea of a holiday focused solely on love and romance fit the two of them perfectly. But Keith felt like being married raised the stakes.
He was incredibly nervous about their first Valentine’s Day as a husband and wife. The evening went perfectly, but Keith couldn’t help but feel like it was the same as their college dates. He feared he had let Heather down. As they returned home, Heather gave Keith a quick peck on the cheek.
“What was that for?” Keith asked as they entered their house.
“I had a wonderful time and wanted to show my love”, Heather responded, flashing a cute smile.
Keith responded by kissing Heather on the lips. Keith had a smug look as he had “won”, by beating Heather’s performance. Heather’s brow furrowed as she beckoned Keith into their bedroom.
Heather moved to the bed and began to undress, revealing a matching red lingerie set. It emphasized Heather’s curves, giving her more cleavage and showing off the perkiness of her butt.
“Well, I think I love you more”, Heather spoke seductively.
"That’s impossible because…” Keith crossed his arms before swinging them out as far as he could reach. “...I love you this much!” Keith said, his arms spread out wide.
Keith planned on using Heather’s laughter as an opportunity to run up and hug her but she quickly stopped. Keith froze, unsure why she stopped so suddenly. Heather’s hands went from hiding her mouth as she giggled to shooting down to her hips as she gasped. The sound of fabric straining soon became the only sound in the room. Heather’s hips had begun growing. Her butt fattened behind her, her thighs thickening at the same rate. Her bottom half ballooned out until she was as wide as Keith’s spread arms.
Keith slowly put his arms down, shocked by what just happened. He could only stand and stare at Heather’s expanded form. Somehow the lingerie hadn’t snapped, but it clung tightly to her newfound curves.
“Don’t look at me!” Heather nearly screamed.
Heather began to tear up. She struggled to turn around and waddle away, awkwardly rocking around in a circle. She hid her face, red with embarrassment. Keith tried to reach out to hold her but Heather slapped his hand away
“I don't know what’s happening but don't touch me!” Heather began to cry. “I’m just a fat blob, my body is ruined!”
Heather’s crying was interrupted by Keith kissing her on the lips. She was surprised he could and would kiss her so passionately. All of her fears melted away. She breathed heavily as Keith finally broke the kiss.
“I said I love you, through thick or thin. That includes your body. If you have some extra cushion for the pushin’, then I love that too.” Keith said sternly but softly.
Heather began to tear up again, but this time it was tears of joy. She pulled Keith in and began to kiss him again. Keith pushed Heather back into the bed. It creaked loudly as Heather's thunderous thighs spread out over the mattress.
“Please baby, I love you and need you” Heather moaned.
Keith undressed and looked at Heather for a moment. Even though she looked like a fertility goddess, a sex symbol to worship, he could only see Heather as his true love. He dove into her saying that she was all he could ever need or want.
Heather’s massive thighs wrapped around Keith as he thrusted. The couple could only moan and grunt, but they still muttered “I love you” when they weren’t locking lips.
Keith couldn’t see it and Heather was focused on other things, but Heather’s stomach began to grow. Slowly her belly got fuller, bulging over the panties they never removed. Heather developed a large gut to match her child-bearing thighs. Keith kept ramming her, finally feeling her stomach press against his own.
The belly grew to the size of a beach ball, pushing Keith’s away. He struggled to keep kissing Heather, so he broke the kiss to focus on finishing. He leaned back, grabbing her hips as he doubled his speed. As the two of them orgasmed, Heather’s stomach underwent one last change. It grew but tightened. It stopped wobbling with every thrust and became a jiggly orb. Heather’s belly button popped as the couple finished climaxing.
Heather rubbed her pregnant belly as Keith moved next to her. Keith noticed the tag sticking out from the bra. He squinted and read the brand name. Amour Elargi. He raised an eyebrow at the name but brought his attention back to his wife and her giant belly. The couple laid there, rubbing Heather’s ready to pop midsection.
Heather adjusted her bra and spoke up, “It makes me so happy that you love me even when I’m a fat baby factory, but I think that I’m going to need some bigger boobs to feed our babies.”
Keith sat up, growing hard, “Don’t worry babe, I always have more love to give.”
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Bloated Checkout
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
The grocery store closed in four minutes. Jim eyed the clock, making sure it kept ticking at a constant pace. His attention was drawn away from the clock by a low gurgle. Standing across from him stood his old classmate, Nancy. She placed two bottles of soda on the counter and began pulling out her wallet.
“Party tonight?" Jim asked, trying to make some conversation.
Nancy shook her head, as another gurgle emanated from somewhere hidden from Jim’s view.
“What’s the matter Nancy? Cat got your tongue? Or perhaps…”
“No, you jerk. I -OOOUURRP”
Nancy’s face became red as she covered her mouth. Jim held off on finishing the purchase. Nancy held her credit card, ready to pay and leave.
“So, are you going to pay for the other sodas?” Jim casually asked.
“Do you see any other sodas?” Nancy retorted harshly.
“Not in their bottles” Jim said slyly. “I can turn a blind eye to drinking before you pay, but you have to pay. Now show me how much you had”.
“Perv” said Nancy, accepting defeat.
“That's not a nice thing to say to the guy who set you up with his manager. I know he writes it off as missing inventory, but that's gonna get him fired. Now, how much?”
Nancy let out a frustrated sigh, then unbuttoned her pants. She reached her right hand in and pulled out more than a handful of flab. She switched hands and repeated the process. Now with all of her belly exposed, Nancy grabbed her belly and lifted it up. With a loud plop, Nancy’s belly jiggled for a second, taking up most of Jim’s countertop space.
“There, are you happy?” Nancy said annoyed, but also embarrassed.
Jim grinned as his hands sunk into the flab. Nancy’s belly was soft but full. Jim slowly swayed it side to side. The sloshing grew louder and louder. Nancy winced but let Jim keep playing with her belly.
Finally, Jim let Nancy free, returning his focus to the register. Nancy stepped back, letting her belly slide off the counter. She staggered back from the impact of her belly falling down. Jim quickly handed the bottles back to Nancy before she could do anything about her belly.
“Don’t I get a bag?” Nancy complained
“It’s only two bottles, no need to pollute the earth” Jim said with a wink.
Nancy looked down at her bloated potbelly, still exposed as she took the bottles. It jiggled and wobbled as she left the store, a bottle in each hand. Jim knew those bottles would be empty within minutes of her getting home, and could only imagine how big her belly would become.
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Shocking Weight Gain
Stacy shivered as she dug through her closet. She needed to find clothes to wear in the cold as she had to go shopping today. Reaching all the way to the back, she found her winter attire. All sorts of thicker clothes meant to keep her warm came tumbling out, but one sweater caught her eye. Cream in color, the sweater seemed a size too large but looked incredibly soft.
“Where did this sweater come from? When did I buy this?” Stacy pondered out loud. “Was this a Christmas gift from last year?”
Shrugging her concerns off, Stacy slipped the sweater on, surprised about how comfortable it felt. She definitely would have remembered owning such a soft and fluffy article of clothing. It was so cozy that Stacy drifted off to sleep without realizing it.
Stacy had fallen asleep on top of her covers wearing the sweater. The sweater was like a blanket that was always wrapped around her, even as she rolled around in her sleep.
Stacy's eyes slowly fluttered open, unaware that she had even drifted off. Realizing she spent most of her day sleeping, Stacy jumped out of bed and went to buy gifts before the mall closed. Quickly throwing on a hat and coat, Stacy didn’t feel that the sweater had gotten tight around her midsection.
As she drove to the mall, Stacy realized she felt really bloated. She rubbed her stomach to make it feel better. The softness of the sweater masked the softness her belly had become as she kept rubbing it. Parking her car and walking to the mall, Stacy had a small, but very visible bump. She covered herself with her coat and tried to ignore the feeling.
Stacy slowly made her way to a store and began to wander around. She recalled everybody she still needed a gift for. Eventually she found herself looking at cooking appliances. As Stacy wandered the aisles, she subconsciously leaned back to offset the weight she unknowingly gained. She turned a corner when she heard an employee restocking the shelves with stand mixers. Stacy’s eyes lit up as she realized that her sister had been looking for this exact brand.
As Stacy approached, she heard several footsteps stomping towards her. Soon she was swarmed with shoppers fighting to get one. Stacy held the box close and wrestled to get out of the massive pile of crazed shoppers. Everyone was pushing and shoving, Stacy felt herself get knocked around the group. There was shouting and yelling but one voice rose above the rest
“Back off, she’s pregnant!”
Stacy was flabbergasted that a pregnant woman would be involved with such an aggressive group of customers. She felt a slight breeze on the underside of her stomach and realized that they were talking about her. All of the squeezing and rubbing by people caused her stomach to balloon out, making the oversized sweater now fit her perfectly.
Embarrassed and confused, Stacy quickly shuffled away, clutching onto her box tightly. She stopped two aisles over, placing her mixer on a shelf and catching her breath. She lifted her sweater up, examining her rounded belly.
She was surprised to see that she had gained a massive belly. A few gentle pokes and a firm shake confirmed that Stacy was not pregnant. Her belly jiggled and wobbled as she shook it. When it was underneath her sweater, it was confined and made her look overdue. But with her sweater rolled up, her belly sagged down, free of knitted prison.
Stacy rolled her sweater back down, pulling it to stretch over her orb of a belly. She quickly made her way to the cashier to pay and leave. She winced as the cashier told her congratulations.
She wanted to go home and figure out what was happening to her body but she decided to power through and finish her shopping. As she walked to the next store, she felt herself develop a waddle. Embarrassed, she began to move faster, making her swaying more pronounced.
The mall had gotten packed, the exact reason why Stacy wanted to shop in the morning. Her slower, wider movement caused her to collide with many people. The sweater began to feel tight, her belly beginning to creep out the bottom. Seeing a clothing store, Stacy quickly went inside to find something that could cover her better.
Holding her bags in one hand, Stacy began to look through the XL sweaters in the store. Rather picky about the color and design, Stacy began looking through the entire display. She might be larger than normal but she would still be fashionable.
A voice called out to Stacy, “Do you need help with anything?” Shocked and surprised, Stacy grabbed a sweater from the top of a pile and quickly scurried off to a changing room, muttering a hastened, “No.”
Throwing her bag into a corner, Stacy finally looked at herself in the mirror. She looked pregnant with twins. The sweater was stretched over her belly but didn’t seem to be loosened by it. Slowly, Stacy rolled the sweater up. Her belly wobbled gently as it hung freely. She placed the cream colored sweater down and picked up the one she randomly grabbed, now realizing it was red.
Before putting it on, Stacy surveyed the damage to her sudden weight gain. She gave her belly another poke. Her belly kept a full and round shape but was incredibly soft to the touch. After playing with it for a bit, Stacy noted that nothing else had gained weight. Her boobs were still B-cups and her hips hadn’t widened like a real pregnancy would have. Her butt and thighs were nothing to speak of.
“Who wishes for a potbelly for Christmas?” Stacy asked herself as she began unfolding the red sweater.
Suddenly, the changing room door swung open. Stacy could only bring the half-folded sweater to her chest as she faced her invader. Her jaw dropped when she recognized the face of the person so eager to invade her space. Emily, the girl who used to bully her back in high school.
“I knew it was you! Stick-thin Stacy got knocked up, I see. So desperate for curves you had a one night stand, huh? Doesn't look like it worked!” Emily taunted.
Stacy teared up at the name calling. She was fine with being skinny until Emily’s bullying. Emily constantly had the attention of the boys in their grade because of her huge boobs. Stacy began to doubt herself because of Emily's constant mentioning of her figure, or rather the figure she lacked.
“No. Way. You’re going to be Santa this Christmas?” Emily blurted out as she noticed the red sweater in Stacy’s hands. She began laughing and teased Stacy about getting even fatter with all the milk and cookies she would have.
Stacy’s hands clenched as her blood began to boil. She hadn’t seen Emily in years but she was still being made fun of. She threw the sweater down and stepped towards Emily, her whole body jiggling as she approached. Emily laughed even harder until Stacy shoved her as hard as she could.
There was a massive static shock that blinded both of them. Stacy suddenly felt lighter and more relaxed. She looked down at Emily but had forgotten everything she was going to say. She realized that her potbelly had disappeared.
Emily laid on the floor knocked out from the shock. She had gotten fat all over. Her huge boobs now seemed to be average when compared to her expanded body. Her but and thighs threaten to burst out of her jeans. Her belly peeked out from the bottom of her shirt. A double chin could be seen forming.
A devilish grin crept across Stacy’s face. She quickly put the cream colored sweater on again and exited the store with a confident strut. She was sure to bump and rub up against people as she made her way across the mall, her hand resting on her belly.
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After School Digestion
Being a high school janitor wasn’t the flashiest or brag-worthy job, but it let Jason be alone. He enjoyed cleaning after the school day had finished, when most kids had gone home. He would sweep the floors and listen to his music, enjoying his own little world.
It was another typical school night, various papers and trash sprinkled around the lockers. Jason hummed along to his song and began to pile everything into a trash can. A loud growl made Jason freeze.
Jason paused his music and hesitantly looked for the source of the noise. He heard it again and thought what could make that noise. It wasn’t the furnace or anything in the air ducts, this sounded more wet. He slowly moved to where he thought the sound originated. Stopping outside a door, he read what classroom it was.
Jason cursed under his breath. Of course, an animal would break into the cooking class. He really didn’t want to deal with the animal or the mess it made. He slowly opened the door and readied himself, only to find a single lamp at the teacher's desk emitting a dim glow.
“Ms. Thompson? Are you here?” Jason asked into the room.
The response he got was not words, but far more recognizable then what brought him here. A long, deep moan came from the desk. Jason was unsure what the response was supposed to convey. She sounded in pain, but also in pleasure.
Jason didn’t hate Ms. Thompson but he did find her annoying. He remembered when she got hired, as the chubby and eager new teacher. She loved teaching and baking, as well as interacting with all the students. She seemed like a fun and friendly person.
Soon Jason discovered that she loved to eat. He recalled from his own days in high school that this class was popular because students got to make treats for themselves. But ever since Ms. Thompson started teaching, students would leave the class empty handed. She had definitely gained some weight but nobody dared to say anything.
Jason was hit with a wave of smells as he entered the classroom. He worked with garbage all day so his nose wasn’t the best but this was undeniable. Apple and cinnamon filled the room. It was so sweet he could taste the sugar just by sticking out his tongue.
He slowly walked towards her desk. He saw that the entire desk was covered in two things: pie tins that were licked clean and papers with red marks written on them. Picking up a paper, Jason realized that Ms. Thompson had stayed late to grade some projects. Rather, eat all the projects from her class
This project seemed fairly straight forward. Using the premade crust and filling, students had to bake an apple pie. He picked up some more papers and noticed that each one had been marked with a giant red F. Confused about how so many kids could fail such an easy class, he noticed a confiscated note among the graded papers.
Does this pig not realize that class is too short to fully bake a pie?
With a raised eyebrow, Jason picked up a tray that still had some crust left on the edge. Carefully picking it off, he noticed how gooey it still felt. Jason then thought about how long classes are and realized the student was right. Most, if not all, of the pies would be undercooked.
Another loud growl brought Jason’s attention back to Ms. Thompson. He looked at her, drifting in and out of consciousness with every labored breath. Her eyes were glazed over and her mouth was covered in crumbs. She winced and groaned as her stomach gurgled loudly. She looked pregnant with twins, her belly having outgrown her shirt. It was red and swollen, ready to burst.
Jason slowly reached out his hand, looking at Ms. Thompson’s pained expression, unsure if she could tell he was there. As Jason’s fingers slowly made their way around her belly, he found that it was rock hard all over. A gentle poke made no indent to the belly.
He glanced back at the door to make sure the coast was clear. Then he looked down at the mess on the desk. Jason counted at least ten pie trays. Jason looked back at Ms. Thompson’s spherical belly. He brought both of his hands to her overstuffed gut.
Jason gently, but firmly, squeezed her belly from both sides, forcing the belly to squish. He jumped back when he realized he went too far and Ms. Thompson's belly began to roar. Her belly sloshed as he saw a bulge go up her throat. Ms. Thompson burped violently, panting afterwards. Her tongue flopped out of her mouth, resting on her crumb-covered lips.
Jason took out his phone and took a picture of the glutton. A memento of her terrible teaching methods that only required the student to make her meals for free. He laughed at how much it backfired on her. She couldn’t move, speak, or digest anything.
Jason gave the overtaxed belly one final slap, forcing Ms. Thompson to burp again, and then began to clean up all the pie trays. Once the only thing in the room that was still messy was Ms. Thompson herself, Jason wandered over to the syllabus and checked when the next big project was.
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Too Big (Bimbo)
“There is no such thing as too big”
That is what she was told when she decided to change. No more having a body as flat as a board. She wanted to be bigger. She needed to grow. So she went out to see if the statement held true. How big could she become?
Too big to hide it. Her round tits pressed against all her clothes, a noticeable mound in her figure. No longer a skinny girl, she began her transformation into someone bigger
Too big to fit in her current wardrobe. She’s outgrown her shirts, popping buttons and forcing her cleavage to be exposed as she goes out to flaunt her body.
Too big to walk properly. Her new butt can’t move without clapping, forcing her strut as she moves. Her cheeks wobble as she shows off her body, a testament of her growth.
Too big for normal bras. As her tits grow, so does her cup size. She injects more and shows off more. Her boobs become bigger, with no brand bothering to make bras her size.
Too big to see her feet. Her tits dominate her frame, sticking out in front of her. She tries to look over, but her boobs have grown into massive mounds of silicone sticking off her slutty body.
Too big to afford herself. Going out to get income impedes on her ability to grow. She needs a daddy to keep her fake and happy.
Too big to speak. Her lips stuck in a constant “O” from all the filler she has. She can only nod in response if asked for more. The only sounds out of her mouth are moans of pleasure.
Too big to be respected. She squeezes her mountainous tits into the skimpiest of clothes when she goes out. Her daddy likes to keep her by his side, taking in all the attention.
Too big to turn back. Past the point of no return, she had become a bimbo whose only purpose is to please others.
She had grown big, but she knew she could always get bigger. There was no limit to stop her, because, as she told herself time and time again,
“There is no such thing as too big”
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Too Big (BBW)
“There is no such thing as too big”
That is what she was told when she decided to change. No more having a body as flat as a board. She wanted to be bigger. She needed to grow. So she went out to see if the statement held true. How big could she become?
Too big to hide it. Her pudgy belly pressed against all her clothes, a slight bump in her figure. No longer a skinny girl, she began her transformation into someone bigger
Too big to fit in her current wardrobe. Popped buttons and broken zippers on all her clothes. She’s outgrown her pants, forcing her belly to be exposed as she goes out to eat more.
Too big to walk properly. Her growing gut hangs between her legs, forcing her waddle as she moves. Her belly wobbles as she sways, the centerpiece of her growth.
Too big for normal portions. As her belly grows, so does her appetite. She eats more and orders more. Her feasts become longer, with more food going down her gullet.
Too big to see her feet. Her belly dominates her frame, sticking out in front of her. She tries to suck it in, but her belly has become a massive mound of lard sticking off her plush body.
Too big to feed herself. Going out to get food impedes on her time to eat. She needs a feeder to keep her full and happy.
Too big to speak. Her lips stuck sucking on her funnel. She can only nod in response to her feeding asking for more. The only sound out of her mouth is the occasional burp.
Too big to move. She squeezes her mountainous frame onto her mobility scooter if she goes out. Her feeder likes to keep her inside, taking up the whole couch as she feasts.
Too big to turn back. Past the point of no return, she had become a tub of lard whose only purpose is to eat.
She had grown big, but she knew she could always get bigger. There was no limit to stop her, because, as she told herself time and time again,
“There is no such thing as too big”
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Maxi Corp Filled Anniversary
Big thanks to @expansion-growth-fanatic for letting me write about Maxi Corp and their products.
Frank Smith was always a go with the flow kind of guy. He never planned for anything too far in his future. He loved his girlfriend Brooklyn with all his heart. She’s sexy, smart, and the more responsible of the two. Frank asked her out on a whim and was surprised when she said yes. Frank loved it when they would have spontaneous sex.
On the contrary, Brooklyn likes having things in order. One of her hobbies was planning events. Big parties, little get-togethers, every date she and Frank went on. She had a journal filled with ideas and plans for them to do. Sometimes the couple would just sit in bed and share ideas, but they would get so sexual that Brooklyn couldn’t write it down fast enough and had to have Frank at that moment.
When a Maxi Store opened down the street, the two shared many plans with all the available products. Brooklyn wasn’t skinny by any means, but the couple couldn’t wait for her to grow to outrageous proportions. Frank had suggested that they try it out and take a MaxiShrink to return to normal, just to see if the many pages of the journal dedicated to the store were worth it. Brooklyn always turned him down, saying that she wanted to save it for a very special occasion.
The couple continued to enjoy each other’s company, both in and out of bed. As time went on, Frank proposed and they got married. Their honeymoon came and went, but still no Maxi Corp purchases were seen. Frank didn’t mind, knowing Brooklyn wouldn’t leave any ideas unused. When their first anniversary was coming up, Brooklyn mentioned that they would be spending the evening at home. This was very lowkey and uncharacteristic of her, it frightened Frank. That is until she mentioned it was because she was ready to do the Maxi Corp thing.
That Friday night, Frank prepared Brooklyn’s favorite dish, while she continued to get ready. He sprinkled something extra onto a plate and made sure to place it at Brooklyn’s spot. Brooklyn arrived at the dinner table wearing a revealing dress. The couple shared a romantic and delicious dinner.
Brooklyn wiped her mouth, got up, and whispered in her husband’s ear, “Dinner was amazing but I think I’m ready for dessert. Meet me upstairs in five minutes.”
Frank nodded, watching his wife saunter away. He stared at her ass as it jiggled with every step. Once she disappeared into their bedroom, Frank began to clean up the table. As he put the dishes in the sink, he noted that Brooklyn’s butt didn’t jiggle before tonight. Realizing that he spaced out thinking about how fast Booty+ activated, Frank bounded up the steps two at a time.
Brooklyn was laying on the bed, wearing lingerie Frank had never seen before. She was on her side, posing in a way that really showed off her hips and breasts. She kept stretching her legs, desperately trying to touch the end of the bed. Frank was about to ask what she was doing, but didn’t want to upset his wife, so he started taking off his shirt instead.
“Why hasn’t my MaxiGrow kicked in yet?” Brooklyn asked out loud.
Frank paused, dumbfounded by the simple question. “Why would you need MaxiGrow? You said you wanted MaxiShrink.”
“I’m already shorter than you, why would I increase our height difference? That wasn’t the plan. What are you talking about?”
“The plan you told me on the night I proposed. You were so happy because, according to you, becoming my loving wife meant becoming my little fucktoy. You couldn’t wait for your boobs and butt to outgrow your clothes. You wanted me to fuck you wherever and whenever I wanted, and that we should practice that night. So I snuck Titty+ and Booty+ into your dinner. That’s why I served the plates one at a time. Some MaxiShrink was in your cup, so I could make it easier on myself while bending you over every piece of furniture in the house.”
Brooklyn was obviously aroused being reminded of their passionate night she became his fiancee, but she had to correct her husband, “I meant the plan from the night of our honeymoon! Becoming your wife made me ready to be a mother. I wanted to have five kids at once and look like I had given birth a dozen times. I took MaxiPlump and MilfUp before dinner tonight. Look at how chubby I am already! I had some BreedersMax and MilkersMax in the five minutes before you got here. I said I was ready to be a mom and dammit I’m going all the way. Big boobs, big babies, big mommy. The only way I can fit all that is with MaxiGrow.”
Frank and Brooklyn stood there, angry that the other had forgotten their own plan and embarrassed that they had forgotten the other’s. Brooklyn then clutched her breasts, moaning loudly. Frank couldn’t tell if it was arousal or pain.
“Babe, are you ok? I'll call the company for help. I think you had too many products.” Frank quickly grabbed his phone before pausing. He slowly placed his phone back down, the bulge in his pants growing even bigger. He turned to Brooklyn and stated, “between the two of us, you took eight Maxi Corp products. That’s really hot.”
Brooklyn stopped groping herself upon hearing the news. No wonder her body was on fire, nearly every product was an aphrodisiac. Half of the things she took in the last hour would make her boobs bigger, causing her nipples to be painfully erect. She had already taken so much, but she started feeling like she needed more.
“It’d be hotter if you took the rest so we could really owe them for tonight. Do you think you could go out and get some PenisMax and MaxiCum for yourself? Oh and MuscleMax! You’re going to need it with how much I’m growing” Brooklyn said with a flirtatious smile.
Her body had started expanding, her lingerie already stretched to its limits. Her hips flared out, her thighs matching pace so she never gained a thigh gap. Her stomach jiggled as she struggled to sit upright. Her breasts ballooned out, stretching her top to its limit. She felt no growing pains, but her body burned with lust.
“Can you wait that long?” Frank asked, fighting the urge to rip off his pants and join her.
“Not a chance. But if I knew my fantastic husband would come back through that door with a massive cock and enough muscle to lift me, no matter how big I get, I think I could manage. Now hurry up, lover boy”
Frank ran out the door so fast, he almost forgot to put his shoes on. Brooklyn’s clothes ripped and fell off her body as she heard the door close. She would take up the entire bed by the time Frank returned.
NINE MONTHS LATER
Hello Mr. Smith. While MaxiShrink can be used to reduce and alleviate the current changes your wife is under, we recommend that she does not intake any more of our products. MaxiShrink only reverses the effects of our other products if taken within a 24 hour window from the original consumption. There is a procedure that we can perform to lessen the changes made to your wife, but it would have to wait until after she gives birth. Please send us your address so we can send in a specialist. Please continue to inform us with any other updates or symptoms you or your wife experiences.
Frank groaned as read the email. He recalled their anniversary and cursed at himself for letting Brooklyn seduce him and get more drugs. The couple had nonstop sex for over 24 hours, clearly missing the Maxishrink deadline. The pair fucked themselves unconscious, sleeping and recovering for the following day.
What made things worse, for Frank at least, was that Brooklyn woke up first. She found Frank’s purchase from two days earlier and gave herself all of the MuscleMax left. She went back to the medicine cabinet and gave herself all the MilkersMax she had saved. She started taking some MaxiGrow, but Frank had woken up in time to wrestle it out of his wife’s hands before she could have the entire bottle.
Frank also kept his changes from that night. His changes weren’t as drastic as Brooklyn’s. He kept the muscles he could never have gained from only working out. He had to wear sweatpants because his cock would make an undeniable bulge in anything that wasn’t baggy. But Brooklyn never complained.
The house shook as Frank realized that his “bathroom break” was taking too long. He quickly hid the laptop and ran out to appease his wife. He couldn’t keep up with her and constantly needed to sneak away to take a breather. She had gone from his adorable wife into a fertility goddess, but as the months went by, she transformed into a being of pure lust.
Brooklyn’s body expanded in all directions. She was now over 10 feet tall, pushing 11. Her boobs, belly, and booty outgrew any impromptu clothing they tried. She was pregnant with 6 babies, each weighing 8 pounds. With almost 50 pounds of baby, her belly was gigantic. But it was far from her largest feature.
Her tits hung off her chest like yoga balls. Despite the sheer size of them, they barely sagged. Brooklyn’s areolas had darken over the course of her pregnancy and her thick nipples have been leaking milk for a month straight. The giant milk tanks rolled to the sides of her body, her baby bump acting like a wedge. Brooklyn became addicted to having her nipples sucked and pinched. But she couldn’t reach her nipples, the pressure fueling her already constant arousal.
Her ass was big enough for Frank to lay down on. Her hips outgrew the term childbearing hips. Even if she ducked to go through a doorway, her hips would still stop her. Her thighs touched even as she spread her legs to waddle. Hidden underneath all her fat was muscle. Brooklyn only struggled to walk because her legs were too thick. She had taken enough MuscleMax to lift her twice her expanded weight.
The house continued to shake as Frank returned to the stairs. Brooklyn had been confined to the first floor ever since she grew so big and heavy she broke through the floor of their bedroom. Frank prayed that she would give birth already so that MaxiCorp could reduce her to a more manageable size. Frank was blindsided when Brooklyn swiped him from the stairs, slamming him into her boob.
“What took you so long, I need you! I’ve grown too big to pleasure myself. You can’t just abandon me like that. Fuck me now!” Brooklyn yelled as she threw Frank onto the floor. “Do you want to worship my belly or my ass?”
Frank was unable to answer as Brooklyn squatted over him. His cock shot up, perfectly lining up with Brooklyn’s pussy as she slammed down on him. Frank quickly matched his breathing with Brooklyn’s pounding. A side effect with the increased sex drive was that Brooklyn become much more demanding. She used her size and strength to use Frank to get herself off.
Frank came several times, painting Brooklyn’s insides white. She slowly stood up, Frank’s cock drenched in a combination of their cum. Frank was surprised that he could still ejaculate, with how much she demanded sex, he thought he’d run dry before lunch.
Too weak to get up, Frank watched from the floor as Brooklyn waddled over the kitchen. He smiled, knowing he could take a quick nap as Brooklyn would keep herself occupied. She hooked herself to her milking station, cumming from the suction of the cups. Frank drifted off to sleep, surrounded by broken floorboards in a distinct ass-shaped crater, listening to his wife moan as she milked herself.
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Drusilla's Massive Halloween
Drusilla wandered down the dark street as she traveled to her friend’s house. Families were taking their children to treat or treat so everybody was in costume. Drusilla was dressed as Morticia Adams, but nobody was able to make that guess. She has the same straight black hair and thin face. She had the same bold red lipstick and the long fingernails that matched. Her dress was a similar black one that hugged her body. The reason for all the unsuccessful guesses about Drusilla’s costume was because of how big she is. On top of the layers of fat, it looked like she had a yoga ball under her dress.
Drusilla neared 400 pounds of fat and babies. The dress was stretched thin, revealing the cellulite that adorned her flabby backside. There was a high cut to allow for her thick thighs to breathe, as well as give her the freedom necessary to waddle. Her thighs rubbed together as she slowly moved down the street. Any sudden movements risked ripping the dress, but given Drusilla’s fastest possible speed, the dress wasn’t in any danger.
Drusilla noticed a couple taking their kid from one house to another. She scoffed at the father’s outfit. A red vest and a small black cape made a cheap looking Dracula. He struggled to get the fake fangs out of his mouth to say something clearly to his wife. Drusilla bared her own fangs, showing off to nobody how real vampires operated their fangs.
Drusilla was born in the 1820s and was bitten in her twenties. Contrary to popular belief, vampires are neither dead nor dying, as Drusilla’s growing figure would prove. Vampires have a very poor sense of time, due to their slower aging. It messes with their internal clock, causing them to think a year is a week at most. Drusilla enjoys the many other perks of her vampirism, mainly the hypnosis and flight, but because all vampires started as human, they have the same genetic flaws. The human body cannot produce more eggs, so Drusilla hit menopause in her 50’s like any other woman would. She never noticed she stopped having periods, her mind focused on adjusting to her newfound vampiric lifestyle. She had always been curious about pregnancy, but not so much about being a mother. By the time she wanted to try it, she had missed her window of opportunity.
Not one to give up a fight, Drusilla researched and studied every spell and ritual about fertility and pregnancy. While she wasn’t able to find a spell to create a baby, she had been able to find a pregnancy transfer spell. Her spell would teleport the fetus from one womb into her own, allowing her to enjoy the pregnancy for herself. Drusilla invented surrogacy decades before human scientists would. She took pity on mothers who had difficulty caring for their babies to term, so she prioritized them with her services.
Drusilla looked away from the over-excited husband and glanced over to the wife. She rubbed her hands on her stomach, a large orb tucked under an orange sweater. Drusilla was excited to see another woman pregnant, albeit much smaller than her. The woman moved her hands and Drusilla could see a large, smiling jack-o-lantern face across the woman’s belly. Drusilla has the same sweater, maybe a few sizes larger. Seeing it made her remember how she started her current, and largest, pregnancy.
One Year Ago…
Drusilla jiggled the bottom of her belly, as it peeked out from her shirt. Over a century of pregnancies has caused her stomach to lose any shape. She was nine months along but her belly was soft to the touch and wobbled as she waddled around the store. Over the last decade, she had been pregnant nine times, and for each one, she looked like she had a big meal and nothing more. Drusilla missed being defined by her pregnant stomach. The runes used for the transferring spell had stained her skin after so many uses but they could barely be seen with the vast amount of stretch marks and veins that covered her belly. Her bellybutton used to pop out as each baby grew, but as she packed on the pounds, it flattened. She feared that her stomach would stay flabby and jiggly, making her just a regular fat woman, not the pregnant fertility goddess she had been for decades.
Finding clothes that fit was hard enough, but getting a costume was near impossible. She was too big for any of the packaged outfits, both the pregnancy and plus-size selections. She slowly moved down the aisle, upset as her body swayed as she stepped. She was too focused on the costumes and trying to get an idea what to wear, she did not notice the woman in front of her.
The collision caused Drusilla to stumble back, but her massive frame caused the other woman to crash into the floor. Drusilla attempted to lean over and help her up, but felt like she would tip over and crush the woman. She felt as if she stepped on a puppy’s tail, unable to help or explain it was an accident.
The woman helped herself up and Drusilla could see how different she was from this lady. The woman had wavy blonde hair and a slight blush. She was small and skinny, Drusilla could barely see her even when she was focused on her. Drusilla could see the faintest curve on her chest and hips. Drusilla was amazed people could stay this skinny with how fattening modern foods had become. Drusilla started to say sorry but the woman brushed off Drusilla’s apology.
Preparing herself for a slew of insults about her weight and size, Drusilla was quite surprised when the woman spoke: “If you’re sorry, let me rub your belly." Drusilla gave a questioning look and lifted her shirt, letting her belly flop out in front of the woman. Drusilla got goosebumps as the woman rubbed her bare skin with the softest touch. The baby kicked, causing a lump to appear against the fat and slowly sink back in.
“I knew it,'' the woman muttered. Finally looking up at Drusilla, the woman explained herself. “Sorry, I just love pregnant bellies and yours is just so big. You look so sexy, barely fitting in your shirt, I couldn’t help myself from bumping into you.” Drusilla’s eyes began to water, touched that not only the woman could tell she was still pregnant, but she found her attractive too.
Wiping her eyes, Drusilla held the woman’s hands. “Do you think you could help me find a costume for this big belly?” The woman nodded eagerly but then took a moment to really look at how big Drusilla’s gut was. “Nothing in this store will fit you. But, I like to fantasize and might have a pregnancy outfit that could work. A bright orange sweater with a jack-o-lantern face. It might be tight but I’m sure it will fit”
Current Day…
Drusilla finally arrived at her friend's house and sighed when she saw the porch. Even with her improved strength and endurance, walking still made her out of breath. Slowly, she raised one of her massive legs. She felt her stomach shift to the side as her tree trunk sized thigh lifted onto the first step. The wooden step groaned far too much for Drusilla’s liking, making her freeze uncomfortably. She quickly glanced around, making sure that nobody would see her.
Drusilla’s eyes glowed purple as her hair started to stand on end. With a quick and powerful step, she skipped over all four steps and landed on the porch without a sound. Her eyes stopped glowing and she slowly breathed out. Her breasts, belly, and booty sagged as they were once again affected by gravity. She took a step forward and the wooden planks creaked, now taking on her immense weight.
There was a sign on the door that read: DON'T KNOCK, TAKE ONE. Next to the door was a small bowl filled with candy. Recognizing the chocolate, Drusilla reached out and took one. She chewed quietly, remembering the day she had this brand for the first time.
Ten Months Ago…
Drusilla had not only gotten the costume from the lady at the store but a friend as well. Drusilla learned that she was named Amy and she had a pregnancy fetish that rivaled her own. While Drusilla enjoyed the attention Amy gave her, she had brought up the question of why Amy doesn’t get pregnant herself. Amy had a loving husband and more than enough money to raise a child. Amy avoided the subject but finally told Drusilla the truth.
Amy was infertile. There was nothing she could do to keep the baby in belly. Her husband and her had tried before but nothing worked. The couple wanted to start a family, and her husband even suggested adoption but Amy wanted to be a little greedy. She wanted a surrogate, so she could experience the baby’s growth alongside the birth mother. Drusilla could feel the pain in Amy’s voice as she explained her simple wish for a family.
Drusilla’s spell only transferred the fetus from one womb to another, so the mother had to get pregnant herself before Drusilla could help. Drusilla spent the next week looking through old journals and books to find a fertility spell that would bypass the nature of Amy’s body. She had gotten so invested in her research that she didn’t realize she was in labor. Quickly meeting with the mother and returning the pregnancy, Drusilla realized that human technology had advanced greatly since last she checked on it.
Drusilla had always been hesitant about technology. She felt much safer and comfortable using magic for her needs. She avoided cars and phones, opting to walk everywhere and send letters. She avoided the hospital during her pregnancies as she knew the risk of being found out as a vampire. She knew she could handle a baby’s growth, so she often went with what she knew, even if it was a century old knowledge. When she learned that science had made a job out of what she already does, she quickly did her research to find out how it differed from what she was already doing.
Drusilla took the plunge and went to become a surrogate. An official surrogate. When she told Amy she would do it for her, she was met with tears of joy. She had never had the pregnancy from start to finish. She would take the baby a few weeks in, just after confirmation, and would usually give the baby back before labor, so the mother could birth her own child. Drusilla felt a bond with Amy and was willing to experience everything to give Amy her wish.
She was nervous but the doctor she got was nice. She had to bend the truth about her fertility as no doctor would believe she’s had around 200 pregnancies within 150 years. The interview was going amazing until the doctor mentioned her weight. At almost three hundred pounds, Drusilla was simply too fat for the doctor to approve. With a scowl, she stared the doctor down, her eyes glowing purple. The doctor's eyes glazed over and slowly brought the pen to the paper. Drusilla focused on the paper with an intense look, while the doctor began to drool as he signed the document.
When she presented the papers to Amy as a Christmas gift, Amy could not stop crying and rubbing Drusilla’s belly. Amy promised to treat Drusilla like a goddess, starting with feeding her chocolates. Drusilla protested but let Amy have her way, letting her unwrap each piece and place it on her lips.
Current Day…
Drusilla rang the doorbell, waited, and then rang it again. Stomping grew louder until the door swung open. “Can’t you read the… Oh, hey Dru." Lethia is a similar vampire to Drusilla: tall, pale, and she also had a massive potbelly. Her stomach sloshed as she took a swig from the wine bottle she carried and then almost spat it out when her eyes drifted down to Drusilla's belly. “Fuck, you’re huge. What spell caused this? “It's not a story I want to tell from your porch." Drusilla pouted as she rubbed her belly. “Oh, right. I, Lethia, humbly invite you into my home." Drusilla squeezed through the doorway and made her way to the couch.
Drusilla’s steps were slower and more careful, as Lethia’s house was a mess. As Drusilla was addicted to pregnancy and had been for more than a regular lifetime, Lethia was a wine enthusiast. Lethia had been a vampire for a century longer than Drusilla, so she had well over two centuries of alcohol tolerance. She loved wine and was unable to change to stronger alcohol as her tolerance grew. She would drink an entire crate of bottles only to be tipsy. She didn’t mind getting a bloated belly. She was proud to have such a large gut and that was one of the reasons she and Drusilla became friends.
Bottles and cans of various alcohols littered the entire building. Trash cans overflowed, with piles growing as big as the bins themselves. Drusilla glanced at a pyramid of beer cans, knowing that Lethia drank all of them in one night, probably in one sitting too. She made a mental note to ask how the overseas vineyard was doing, as half of the supply was shipped to Lethia’s front door.
Drusilla slowly lowered herself onto the couch, taking up two cushions. Lethia returned with a new bottle of wine, a glass, and a bottle of water. “Here, walking seems like a workout.” She offered the water to Drusilla, while popping the cork off the bottle with just her thumb. She poured some wine into the cup, gave it a swirl and a sniff, then down it in one gulp. She sat down and filled her glass to the brim. Lethia looked back to Drusilla, slowly sipping her water. “So tell me, what spell did you cast on yourself?” Lethia inquired. Drusilla couldn’t help but smile, “It wasn’t a spell, I used the human’s science.”
Eight Months Ago…
Drusilla had experienced many firsts with this pregnancy. She was happy that her spell caused her to miss morning sickness. She had never experienced such headaches like the ones she woke up with. But Drusilla’s most important first was her ultrasound. Amy insisted on getting one as Drusilla had been growing at an alarming rate. Drusilla avoided technology during her previous pregnancies, which wasn’t the best idea. Drusilla has had a surprise twin a few times before and knowing beforehand could have helped her prepare for the growth.
Drusilla and Amy agreed that for the highest chance of success, Drusilla should be implanted with the maximum number of embryos allowed. Drusilla had never had triplets before and, even though it was only a possibility, she wished that science would make her the biggest she’s ever been.
At the hospital, Drusilla shivered as the gel was rubbed onto her belly. She squirmed as the nurse prodded her belly with the wand. The nurse made several glances at the screen and at Drusilla’s belly before saying that there was nothing wrong but she needed to get the doctor.
Drusilla and Amy looked at each other with concern before the nurse returned with the doctor. Drusilla knew she was pregnant, so she was confused why the doctor had to be brought in. The doctor poked the wand into Drusilla’s belly a bit forcefully and tapped a pencil against the screen, quietly counting with each tap. He turned the screen towards Drusilla and Amy before explaining what the black and white image showed.
Current Day…
“Six babies? How is that even possible?” Lethia asked. “The doctor said that two miracles happened” Drucilla explained, “First, all three eggs successfully planted, which rarely happens. Second, every egg split, so it's not just triplets, but a trio of identical twins." Drusilla bit her lip. Even just explaining it made her so wet. Speaking about it reminded her of how it was really happening.
“Do humans even make enough money to support six offspring at once?” Lethia questioned. Drusilla thought back to how Amy’s husband fainted when they showed him the ultrasound photo. “Probably not, so I’ll help them a bit.” For the second time that night, Lethia almost spit out her drink. “First you carry their brood, now you want to spend who knows how much money on them? You really are the softest vampire, both literally and figuratively.”
Drusilla grunted as she leaned over to slap Lethia’s belly. “I’m sure you're softer than me.” Drusilla’s body jiggled as she laughed and Lethia’s belly wobbled until she burped. Lethia swatted Drusilla and scolded her, “Why are you here? Wouldn’t you want to spend it with the parents?” “I was but I came here to ask for a favor. The doctor said that a pregnancy like this will never happen again. But after being this big, I need it to. Do you think you could smuggle some fertility drugs in for me?”
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Mystery Stains
Harold groggily stepped onto the bus. Finally going home after his third overtime this week, he sighed heavily as he slumped into his seat. He hated taking the bus so late, as some weirdo would usually try to talk to or bother him, when all he wanted to do was sleep. The bus was mostly empty, quickly traveling to its stops. Only a few people would be out this late and they’d all be going home. Harold thought about falling asleep on the bus, but he couldn’t risk missing his stop and spending even more time trying to go home. He glanced towards the door as the bus slowed down for its next stop.
Harold pinched himself to make sure he was awake. Boarding the bus was the largest woman he had ever seen. Her belly entered well before she did, leading her way to the closest seats. Her tie-dye dress was being stretched to its limits, showing off the roundness of her gut. She waddled right in front of Harold and he quickly looked down. He was too tired to deal with being yelled at for staring. Harold’s head didn’t stay down for long as she sat down across from him, the seat creaked as she lowered her weight. As Harold raised his head, he realized that it was not one seat that made a noise, but two. Her ass took up the two seats across from him and her stomach took up her whole lap, reaching her knees.
With the massive belly right in front of him, Harold realized he was wrong about the woman’s dress. The dress was indeed stretched thin containing all of her fat, but it wasn’t tie-dye. It was covered in all sorts of stains. Harold sat up and took in how there wasn’t a single section of this woman’s dress that was clean. He couldn’t even guess what the design was supposed to be. He fished his phone out of his pocket and looked at the time and then the bus route. He then looked up above the woman’s belly, at her face. Harold didn’t actually see her face, just the back of her phone as she texted and swiped. Harold felt relieved and brought his eyes back to her stomach, now taking in the details.
First, there were the grease stains that were still on her fingertips. She occasionally wiped them off on her hips, leaving smears of oil along her dress. Harold watched her hands move from her hips and towards her cleavage, to pull out a fry. There was an entire basket of fries in between her boobs. Wherever she went, she must have been kicked out for closing before she was truly full.
Around her breasts and upper stomach, the stains were more colorful. Harold easily identified ketchup, mustard, and barbeque sauce, presumably from the fries. Some were trickier, either the stains were from a sauce mix or it was some secret sauce from the restaurant. Harold saw white stains and couldn’t decide on mayonnaise or ranch. If only he knew where she had come from before boarding the bus.
And of course, a woman of this size wouldn’t have gotten on the bus effortlessly. The woman was clearly winded from walking to the bus stop. Harold noticed sweat stains in places the food could not have fallen to. Her dress by her arms and under her boobs were significantly darker colored than the rest of what Harold assumed to be the normal color for the dress.
There was a line across the underside of her belly. It was made up of crumbs, sauces, and small bits of trash, Harold could only guess that this mystery woman must have lifted her stomach onto the table before leaving. Her belly was stuffed and possibly even bloated, as there was no jiggle when she boarded the bus and with how straight this line of leftovers was on her.
But then Harold noticed a bulge. The belly shifted and squirmed under the woman’s hand as she rubbed it. “You littles ones do too much to mommy.” the woman muttered to herself as she continued to focus on her phone. Harold’s jaw dropped. He immediately looked up from the woman’s belly and looked at her breasts. Harold saw massive wet spots over the women’s nipples. His mind raced trying to imagine this woman before her pregnancy and how much she could have gained.
Harold was pulled away from his investigation, as he realized his stop would be soon. He made sure he wasn’t leaving anything behind and was about to leave when the woman spoke to him. “Could you help me up?” Harold spun around and saw the woman holding both of her hands out, almost begging Harold to help pull her out of her seats. Harold was surprised that she was getting off at the same stop as him as he had never seen her before.
He firmly grabbed her pudgy hands and pulled with all his might. Once she was standing, he realized he was pressing himself into her stomach. “Sorry”, he muttered, stepping back, hoping the mess on the woman’s dress didn’t get on his own clothes. “Don’t lie. I can tell you wanted to touch me. Now, come with me.” Harold watched as the woman squeezed herself through the bus door and her massive ass jiggled as she stepped down.
The woman gestured Harold over as she went into an alley. “You can tell I listen to my pregnancy cravings but there’s one craving I need some help with” the woman explained as she leaned against a wall. Harold couldn’t help but smile as he helped the woman lift her dress, knowing he was going to add some more stains to the woman’s dress.
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