No Brain Huge Tits

Just one little slip up until you're pregnant with multiples and growing out of your control.

You'll be obsessing over it feeling your belly stretch outwards day by day, constantly rubbing it and oiling it to let it grow freely.

Your tits filling up and getting heavier

You'll be in such a heat all you will think about is being pregnant. All you will think about is how you're growing... growing bigger, and bigger and BIGGER

So big that in a few months time you've grown out of your clothes and your holding your heavy belly all the time. When someone offers to lift your bump you sigh in a relief but also flush in hormones from being so turned on that all you are is a huge pregnant woman to everyone. So turned on because your big pregnant belly is the only thing you can reach at this point and the relief is wonderful. Your relief would be cut short though as your tits spray with milk because you've been away from home too long. Better hurry back to pump, as embarrassed as you are you love feeling the milk soak your clothes as your udders pump more and more out. Helplessly growing bigger, helplessly pregnant

A decade ago she’d been a 110-pound college volleyball player with an ass that could fit in size XS and who only needed to wear a sports bra to keep her nipples from poking through her uniform. Now she’s a 200-pound monument to fertility just about to finish baking her second set of twins in four years. Occasionally she wonders, what would the old her have thought if she knew this was how things would turn out?

And then she remembers: it was the old her who fucking wanted this in the first place. It was the old her who refused to go on birth control, who got her pick of all the men to fuck because she made it clear she wouldn’t hassle them about wearing a condom. She was the one who had been turned on by the thought of being knocked up, or being bred, and she was the one who had walked down the aisle at graduation day with her first bump of many hidden under that billowing gown.

Pregnancy had awakened some new, previously unknown dimension to Erin's personality. In those first few weeks, as her lean and slender form slowly began to disappear, she found herself--much to her surprise--not minding the changes.

It was somewhere around the 4th month, on the morning that she looked at herself in the mirror and discovered that her thigh gap had disappeared, that she really began to feel the hunger. As she stared at her naked body her hands slowly caressed her newly plump thighs, now touching each other for the first time, then moved upwards over her vulva, and at last settled on the slight but unmistakable rise of her bump. Growing, darkening nipples hardened immediately as a lightning bolt of realization traveled through her:

She liked being big. And not only that, she wanted to be absolutely fucking enormous.

Erin didn't know if it was hormones, or an awakening maternal instinct to make her the best possible home for her growing child, or her natural competitive instincts being redirected from things like weightlifting PRs and triathalons, and frankly it didn't matter. Whatever the cause, she felt a burning, relentless need to grow, for her body to reach it's literally fullest potential.

It wasn't enough that her B-cups were now starting to push out of D-cups; she needed to know what her limits were. Was a D-cup really it, or could she grow to a DD, an F, or even an H?

It wasn't enough that growing bump was starting to make her pants too tight, she wanted them to be impossible to even pull up over her thick thighs. Her unborn child deserved a mansion of a womb to live in, and if that meant she wouldn't see her feet again for months, so much the better.

She wanted the widest hips possible, for the easiest and safest birth. She wanted the thickest ass possible, to support her new size and allow her to do everything needed to prepare for motherhood. She wanted the fattest tits and the longest nipples and the largest milk supply, enough to feed a whole neonatal unit.

Staring at her early pregnancy body in the mirror, Erin knew what she had to do. She was still less than halfway through her journey, which meant plenty of time to grow. All she would do for the next 5 months would be to eat, lift weights, and rest, all in the service of maximum growth. Becoming optimized for motherhood was her new mission, and she would pursue it with the same fanatical focus she had pursued her other dreams.

Your body will turn into its best form through pregnancy. You'll be big, swollen, and full, just like a woman is supposed to be, because what is a woman if not just a womb to be filled over and over again with plenty of babies?

It wasn't just her situation that made Brianna so wet. There was something biological about it, a visceral and tangible signal her body was sending that made her cunt gape and drool so much that she had to put a towel underneath her wherever she sat--not that Brianna was allowed on the furniture, but they had hardwood floors and she was so horny by this stage of her pregnancy that she was pretty sure she would have left little puddles everywhere she went if not for the little extra precaution. It was something she never would have believed about herself before Master knocked her up, but she couldn't deny it now.

It wasn't the hypnosis, either, or at least it wasn't just the hypnosis--yes, Brianna remembered that warm, wonderful moment when her resistance finally crumbled and collapsed and she begged Master to fill her with his salty jizz, but even the breeding frenzy he'd instilled couldn't compare to the sense of absolute need she felt when she caressed her pregnant belly and plump, swollen pink tits. Her whole body had become a vessel for the purpose not just of Master but of sex itself, physically transformed by his seed into a true and genuine symbol of fertility, and something about seeing herself and feeling herself and knowing what she was meant for made her absolutely crave to be bred again. Even though her body had to know that was impossible right now.

That might even be it, she mused absently, as her eyes fixated on the bulge in Master's trousers and her legs spread a little bit wider to expose her gaping, hungry cunt. On some fundamental, biological level, her entire body had bought into the message she'd been brainwashed into believing and it knew she was made to be bred by Master's cock… and even with two months to go before her due date and another couple of months beyond that before she was ready to try again, her pussy was already aching with anticipation for her next impregnation. She just--she--ohhh, fuck, she wanted him to plow her all over again, to fill her up with his cum and put another baby inside her, and the conflict between that desire and her own awareness that it wasn't possible right now was making her a little crazy for sex.

And that would keep her enslaved forever, she thought with a dazed and drowsy smile. Whenever she was pregnant like this, nine months of constant anticipation and frustrated biological drives would keep Brianna consumed with lust for Master's cock, and when she finally did give birth the breeding frenzy she'd enter shortly afterwards would prevent her from thinking even once let alone twice about whether she wanted to be impregnated again. Master would just keep knocking her up, and her own big belly would drive her wild with desire, and she… fuck. She'd never be able to resist him again. She'd never be free. It should have filled her with numb, despairing dread, but the woman Brianna had become couldn't see it as anything but wonderful.

That new and obedient self watched as Master undid his fly. She shifted position to crouch on all fours, her pregnant belly nearly brushing the floor as she got into her breeding pose. And she smiled gratefully as Master sank his cock inside her to practice for their next baby-making session together.