Pancake Areolas

Big. That’s what she was now, Kylie thought, as she admired her radically altered body. All her life she had been told, like just about every other woman out there, that a woman’s beauty came from staying trim, from being petite. And she would have remained that way, a slender, waifish thing her whole life through had that condom not broken and given her the greatest gift she could possibly imagine. 8 months later here she was, her body’s true feminine potential finally realized and Kylie could not be happier.

There wasn’t a single part of her now that could be considered small now, she thought with just a hint of pride. She had enormous, heavy breasts filling more by the day with nourishing milk. Plumper, softer thighs. Hips that had stretched and widened to the point where now swayed seductively as she walked. And of course a gravid midsection where her progeny was safely housed, an unmissable sign to any and all who saw her of her uniquely female skill of breeding.

For the first time ever, Kylie felt at home inside herself, like this was the way she was always meant to look and feel like.