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She took one more glance in the other room before she decided to go down. The course of the night had been constant surveillance into the other room. The second, third, and fourth times she peered, she saw her partner, Alf, leaned over her Weiss’, her son's bed with a picture book in his hands. She couldn’t help but smile, dealing with a toddler was exhausting work, and Alf was adamant about bearing as much responsibility as Ruby did.

Ruby hastily made her way down the steps in her cellar with a bag of goods in a large basket, haphazardly leaving the doors open. She figured she wouldn’t be long.

Every step echoe in ways that she had never realized before.

“Have I gained weight?” She asked herself. Her footsteps had grown louder and her nightgown was filled with even more body than the last time she had paid attention. Another insecurity was the last thing the poor woman needed.

She was average. In every sense of the word. Average height, average eyes, average bust, wit a body type that could be described as soft. The only things that weren’t typical of the young woman were features of herself she saw as actively detrimental.

Ruby was a divorcee and a mother. Gone was her purity and the intimacy of sharing her firsts with her new partner. Her body held onto the postpartum weight, but she had assumed that the youth of the very beginning of her second decade would make her body bounce back. The more she denied, the more it became clear to the young woman.

Ruby was used goods. She had already ruined every prospect of self respect in her future, and she had done it in record time. These thoughts had become reality in Ruby’s mind a long time ago. Meeting Alf was a feat of it itself, and the relationship that had been cultivated for Alf to accept Ruby and her young son was nothing short of a miracle. And for the future she wanted with him, she could do anything in her power to keep it.

The young woman clutched the spellbook to her chest tightly. The worn leather clung to her body and she felt its gold band through the clothing.

There was hope for her. The way that Alf acted around her son was exceptionally telling. He was every bit the father she wanted her children to have. If she could do it all again, Alf would have been Weiss’ father. She would do anything to maintain that future.

Inside of that leather bound grimoire were hundreds of tattered parchment pages. The musty paper flipped where she had left her bookmark, polluting the air with dust that may have laid dormant for centuries. She coughed and swatted the fumes as the book cracked open.

The handwriting is indicative to the font of generations long past. It’s content being in a dialect she could barely understand, but she finally landed on the elevator of the table of contents where Ruby’s fingers stopped on a dime.

‘Incubus Kiss’

The page below it was filled with the cryptic instruction of how to activate the spell. In her bag were household items, a sewing needle, an egg, exotic flowers and spices. As the ingredients were laid out together in a magical circle immediately all of the components hovered.

Wind formulated in the room. The gusts flew irregularly and erratic, it was as if thousands of faeries whizzed past her body. All of the materials swarmed around her with the winds of a miniature tornado picking up around her. Ruby was in its eye. The air twisted and blew her nightgown gently over her hips.

“W-woah!” Ruby blushed, instinctually holding her skirt above her body. Her underwear stayed in place. As if the winds were only interested in the exposed skin directly above the material, as soon as it flowed into her lower stomach the air dissipated.

The air was eerily still now, at the moment, she didn’t feel different. But now, she saw the cobblestone road beneath her, far clearer than the simple adaptation to her glasses. The light came from her.

Dulled from underneath her gown, Ruby lifted her skirt to find the source of the light hot pink tattoo flamed into existence against her clear skin, illuminating the dimly lit room. The crest wore directly above her crotch and towards her uterus that took the form of a heart with curved outlines suggestively tracing vague lines around her reproductive organs with a heart flared around her uterus and flames drawing sharp, pervasive lines of her fallopian tubes and ovaries.

Before she could stare too long a tingle diffused into her lower stomach

“Eek!” Ruby cried as an otherworldly force began to inflame deep inside of the young mother. Her hands flew to her mouth before her eyes slowly looked down at her tattoo.

The crest lit up the entire cellar as the magic worked at its full capacity. Warmth flooded her midsection, like hot tea being poured against her skin. Pressure filled the skin above her womb and a tingle on either side of her uterus filled her with every ounce of lust she felt during ovulation. The warmth surrounded her body as she felt the area between her legs getting hot.

“Hahh-” buzzed from her lips as she felt a compulsive pleasure claim her body. Her mind was invaded with flashbacks of her greatest sexual experiences like she was living through them again.

Her vision was a collage of Alf and the many positions. His tongue embedded between her legs while he ate her standing in a semi-public walkway, savoring every ounce of her. Her legs collapsed beneath her when the images of her getting on her hands and knees. She could feel his long cock spread her insides far enough to poke through her stomach. The upside down angle when he guided her chin to look up as he took her from behind.

Her chest heaved up and down as she flipped herself over. She drooled at the thought of the greatest sex she ever had in her life. She could stare as her imagination conjured the feeling of his large, slender body as he rutted into her hungrily. Every one of his thrusts sent ripples through her maternally shaped body. She felt the thumping over the entrance of her cervix, the opening to her uterus that quaked to be filled. Grunting like a woman possessed

“Mnnhh~!” Ruby moaned, remembering the night of passion. It was as if her pussy was contracting around Alf’s pistoning cock. Womb quivering, missionary sex. It was the feeling she had craved since she had gotten pregnant with her son.

Breeding.

“Annnhh~!” She failed to stifle a high pitched gasp. Her throaty growl into elation made her womb descend to accept the mysterious. The sudden sensations felt like the fluid was diffusing into her womb, uterus inflating with viscous fluids that clung to the walls of her uterus. The tattoo illuminated again, like a gas lamp was exposed to the crested area.

Vertigo claimed her entire body as if all of the symptoms of her first trimester washed over her in a moment. She could feel her stomach acid coming up as Ruby covered her mouth. As soon as she thought she could vomit the discomfort, nausea claimed her vision. The room spun around her, and the only thing Ruby could do was stare at her stomach as the loose fabric of her nightgown grazed her soft stomach.

“N-no way!” she thought to herself. She opened her legs to pull her gown taut. It was slight, but the subtle curve.Instantaneously it felt like the viscous fluids within her took solid form, inflating her and beginning to stretch the rigid walls of her uterus.

The tattoo lit up again. The aches and pains were all overcome by the intense tingling induced by the spell. “Auuuooohhh~” Ruby moaned as her stomach become distended slightly. Ruby felt her loose nightgown unable to reach her thighs

“Hah-hah-hah-!” Ruby panted as she felt the mass begin to push out her midsection. In a matter of milliseconds her nausea subsided but the sensations were immediately replaced with intense arousal as a cascade of hormones flooded her body. The small mass only grew and took the form of rigid limbs within her.

She felt her lower half expand as her underwear struggled to contain her thickening thighs. The flesh on her hips plumpened until soft flesh began to spill from her waistline. Subconsciously, she felt her begin to lean forward as her weight was skewed in front of her. She felt her gown grow scratchy against her nipples, and when she looked down, her breasts had begun to spill out from the sides of her sleepwear entirely!

The part that grew the most was her roundening belly. Weight and pressure focussed around the very center of her navel. A pinch of pain and a knob of bare, exposed flesh laid exposed into the air. “Ouhhhh!” She moaned as her naval had popped free, relieving some of the pressure on her poor stomach.

Her soft body had completely rounded out. She was exactly where she was when she turned 20, the motherly marks of her body disappeared into her rounded form.

Her pitch heightened as her eyes grew wide. She could feel the stitches coming undone on her delicates. “My… m-m-m-m-my!” Her cheeks flushed her deepest shade of scarlet. The shape of a child rapidly developing in her. In the most imperative moment of the spell, at Ruby’s most sensitive she stared at her naked, mountainous stomach in front of her.

A little point of a foot pushed her skin into a little point with more movements fluttering behind it.

“Oh gods. Oh my gods!” It truly happened! The spell had worked. Her trembling fingers rubbed at her stomach. She was soft, definitely softer than she was after her first pregnancy. But the fit with her body felt more natural. The tattoo around her stomach had grown with her, consuming an unignorable portion of her belly, evident that she had submitted to a supernatural power to put herself into her current state

Her stomach was soft, she could squish her stomach, poke, and prod the sorcery induced child within and feel it move inside its cramped room. Yet, under her fingers the muscles around this life filled space she called her uterus and it began to harden. The thumping of her fingers made Ruby bite her lip into its growing sensitivity. Before she could celebrate the relief of the spell working a moan undulated from her throat.

“Mnnnghh!” She groaned as she felt that weight surge downwards.

Her pregnancy wasn’t over yet.

“A-ahhhh!!” Ruby stumbled. She felt her legs fall unbalanced from under her like her legs locked completely.. Her weight completely distended forward, catching her body off guard. Though the spell had primed her womb to swell with child, the rest of her body struggled to hold the weight.

Ruby stumbled as her legs tried to remember how she used to stand right before she gave birth to Weiss. She needed every ounce of muscle memory to stabilize her body.

The weight of this one was practically identical, her first singleton child that she went overdue with by a week. With all of her womb distended it pushed against all of her organs as the symptoms of instant extreme pregnancy jutted out her ribcage and misplaced her insides.

Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as her child dropped into her rapidly opening cervix.

“O-Oh!!” She gasped as she felt the room around the magical child constrict dramatically. With a powerful twinge an ankle covering amount of fluids shot out from between her legs and drenched the skirt of her gown.

She panted while she leaned her weight against the wall. As soon as she could stand with relative comfort Ruby looked down and her eyes grew wide. The round distention of her nightgown consumed all of her peripheral vision.

Ruby was scared to open her legs. The feeling of the magical baby’s round head sitting so close right above her crotch, she was scared that if she opened her legs the baby would fly out of her.

In an act of trust towards her pelvic floor she groaned as she allowed her knees to separate. Her womb continued to shift, it was like every breath brought her body closer to crowning. But at this very moment, it stopped for long enough to observe all of the changes in her body.

She undid the top button of her gown and freed the clothing from her top, letting her over the shape of her belly and gushed over her pregnant form. She felt so natural as a mother as she twirled with her bump with a massive smile on her face.

Every ridge and fold of her skin filled her with the familiar intoxication of being pregnant. With all of her will she tried to fight the intrusive thoughts. The tingling that overtook her body.

When was the next time she was going to feel this big?

She reached down and touched herself, missing the feeling of her sensitive, swollen folds. Ruby blushed with how hungrily they clung to her fingers and how wet her insides had gotten at her excitement. Even though this mysterious child didn’t fall from her immediately, it’s real place from within her wasn’t too far behind. The young mother’s fingers felt the dropped head.

Between her legs she gasped as her fingers immediately sunk into her vagina that had grown incredibly soft and tight. She had to let either strap of her underwear down her hips and thighs one strap at a time. A glistening line of thick wetness connected her outstretched vulva to her underwear Kept her soaked panties onto her body, letting the soft fabric cling to her hips

And her breasts, she had stopped nursing about a year ago. The spell had tricked her body to perk back up again with swollen ducts.

Her fingers explored her inner thighs, sensitive with the struggle of pushing out the magical baby. Her body was a blaze, aroused as the intensity seized her body, over, and over again. The loss of control with every breath, uncontrollable sensations that forced the young mother to address her body’s desire to birth the lively babe inside of her.

“Ahhh…” Ruby sighed, feeling herself bend over to her own fingers. Her legs buckled to the self induced attention. Her fingers pushed past her own tightness with the pressure of her belly weighing into her walls. The walls that had been neglected throughout her last pregnancy.

Ruby shooed away the dirty thoughts. She was here for a reason that was greater than depraved masturbation. Her only responsibility was to listen to her body trying to give birth to the faux child within her.

Before long, a pinch in her womb grew to a full body constriction centered against her midsection. The infant progressed gradually down her birth canal, making the mother take a deep gasp with her head towards the sky.

“O-oh!” Her breath hitched as she felt the head begin to stretch her lips. The curve of the baby’s head stretched her out wonderfully, making use of every millimeter of her swollen puffy folds. She loved how the head made her feel. The overwhelming pressure of the mass in her stomach emerging into the world.

It's size sat with familiarity with a sliver at her opening. Was it really about to be over so soon?

Ruby couldn’t see past her belly. Though her young hole stretched around that head, she had no idea where it was.

The delicate little sphere that pushed her legs open. It was so small and round with the motherly instinct to protect it. From her upright position, she held her hand mirror between her legs to see the wet head exposed to the cold cellar air.

Ruby’s fingers groped all over the orb caught beneath her fingers, thick fluids and membranes made her sex unbelievably slick.

She moaned as her fingers caught her hot, bulged out skin. The magic had perfectly replicated the feeling of a head pushing through her crotch. The pregnant woman’s fingers explored herself further. How her vulva stretched deliciously around that round, wet orb, Her perineum was on fire.

“A-ahh.” Before Ruby knew it, she was playing with the crown as she slouched flat on her back once again. The inefficient position that poised the child's head back into her opening. Her insides were burning up, she was panting and purring to the mass that stretched her vagina.

The pleasure that drowned out all of the pain. The burning of the round skull separating her folds. The same thing that made the father of her first child leave her. She wanted the future so bad. But for one moment, Ruby needed to indulge herself, she needed it like she needed to breathe. If she didn’t cum this head out, she would die.

Her clit bulged grotesquely from her. She was masturbating with a completely different body! She could feel the head shift from the force. Her other fingers would slip and stroke the wet hair, a reminder that the partially birthed child was right there.

“Yeagh… Ye-ah… Oh my god…” she moaned. Her clit was a button of pure heat and ecstasy that made her gasp full capacity into her lungs. Ruby’s back arched and she could feel the head shift and crown just a little further as she pushed against gravity.

As her hips lowered she felt her chest heave with the massive weight of her inflated breasts . Her hands rubbed her clit hard enough to send tremors that wobbled her popped bust. It took an entire arm holding her breasts to stabilize them, and even still, they spilled out of her grasp. Her nipples were incredibly sensitive in labor.

One hand cupped a singular breast as a finger pinched and flicked her chocolate brown areolas.

Her eyes were going into the back of her head. Her tongue was hanging out of her mouth, panting like a dog. She was fucking herself stupid at the sensations of childbirth, exactly like she had done when giving birth to Weiss.

As she flicked her clit the baby’s head threatened to shoot out of her with all of the power of her building orgasm. If she had let go of the head the incantation would have flown out of her long before she would have come.

The most embarrassing display of her own lust in her own solitude. She felt her eyes cross with her tongue hanging far outside of her mouth. The ugly sound of a guttural groan.

“OUUUUGGGGGGHHHH!!!” She screamed. Her legs opened to accept the form of the baby receding back into her. The room lit up with the familiar glow of punk from her tattoo. The inside of her womb pushed her womb outward, each already identifiable feature of her child grew even larger, more pressure welled up within.

“GHOOOOUUUGGHHH!!” Her thighs trembled. As the large crown spread her pussy again Ruby’s tissues clung and circled around the head as she masturbated with the push.

“Hoo-Hoo-Hoo-Hoo-HoOOOOOGGGGGHHH!” Her teeth clenched. The silhouette of her child receded into her. The torso entered ofer body again, the shoulders jerked her insides.

“GHHHOOOOUUUUGGGGG-FUCK!!” She came again as the weight of the head forced back into her. One eyelid fluttered as her words became inaudible.

Her orgasm was stifled by the powerful force of the head receding back into her birth canal. Her walls closed in on the round head, in the middle of Ruby’s orgasm. Her body fought to reject Ruby’s animalistic nature to finally give birth. The body apathetically entered back into her body, undoing all of the progress, the shape of the babe forced back inside of her.

Ruby rested on her face and knees with enough to support her stomach. Her body equilibrated its euphoria and logic as she came back to her senses.

I got a little carried away…

Ruby’s stomach looked even larger than before. Although her waters had broken, the walls of her uterus felt even more tight and uncomfortable. In her hazy, post-orgasm state.

She noticed the last word of the page being cut off, and Ruby’s eyes grew wide. No title, a continuation of rules and conditions, another half page of rules she didn’t account for when she greedily indulged her greatest kink for the final time.

Two rules immediately caught her eye:

‘The infant will continue to grow linearly, indicated by the glowing of the crest’

Ruby looked down. The child must have grown at least 2 kg the way its dense weight slammed against her body.

‘At feelings of intense sexual pleasure, the birthing clause will be reset’

She could feel the growing pains of the magical fetus weigh down on her body. Her muscles grew sore as they attempted to support the weight of the plumpening child inside of her. Ruby attempted to move to distribute her weight in some way, any way to relieve the soreness and ultimately landed on her hands and knees.

The head remained at the entrance of her birth canal, and when a contraction binded her stomach Ruby finally bore down

As her stomach clenched into a rock her lips whimpered, taking a deep breath into her lungs. “Heeeeeeehhhh…” She held onto the breath into her chest, waiting and squirming as the contraction took hold of her body.

At its peak, she bore down with all of her might. “Ooooohhhhhh.” The contraction continued. Textbook from. But when she was this focussed on labor, nothing happened

The sensations of labor sent shockwaves of stinging pleasure to her crotch.

“Ngggghhh!” She groaned through gritted teeth. The head grew larger against the opening of her cervix. Each kick knocked the wind out of her. Yet, she felt herself grow wetter with the weight that encumbered her. Her stomach was pressed into the cold, hard cobble.

The baby was so large now. Her pushes barely moved the infant an inch. Despite being in the middle of a contraction. Her stomach still grew right before her.

She crawled towards the wall and dragged her growing body against the cold, wet stone. Felt all of her curves hang from under her, she felt like a naughty breeder, carrying the weight of all of her pleasure.

Ruby huffed her weight to a knee and began to stand, one foot at a time. She leaned against the wall, hoping that her upright position would assist the weight down into her with the increasing heft. The muscles of womb were yielding to the false baby within

To her horror, the pain was only matched by an even greater pleasure that seized her entire standing body. While the head parked against her pelvis the bulge grew. The fetus Remained at a deadlock from inside of her.

Gasping and pushing wildly, she had no clue whether it was an orgasm or a contraction. The clauses of the spell acted at the same time. Every time she pushed and made a little bit of progress the baby spread open her insides and grew again.

With two unbelievable pushes that shook her entire core and left the mother light headed. For her hardest pushes she was rewarded with absolutely nothing. Her plump stomach was stretching red to its full capacity. Her skin had grown hot and sensitive, and with the hard head against her cervix she wasn’t sure how her vagina would handle the new mass.

Anxiety built within the young mother. Without a second thought, she thought of the only solution she could think of. The doors were open.

“ALLLLLLLLLLLF!!!” Ruby pleaded across the hall of her cellar.

She heard the cellar door small against the stone walls, the metal fence crashed open as swift, frantic footsteps followed Ruby’s echoing pleas. As the footsteps became closer, Ruby recognized that her situation was about to get much, much stranger.

Alf turned the corner. His dirty blonde hair clung to his forehead. His sensitive elven ears twitched in their fully perked up state as he found Ruby. He took one step towards his partner as he was halted to the appearance of her body.

She was splayed out onto her side completely nude as she laid across her nightgown, cold, exposed, naked, and very pregnant.

“Oh gods…” Alf uttered anxiously as he tenderly approached his partner. One of his stable arms wrapped under Ruby’s back, lifting her from the cobble floor. He cradled Ruby’s head, making sure that she was lucid. “Are you okay?!”

Ruby could barely meet his gaze. Whether embarrassment or exhaustion, she couldn’t bare to see what he could assume, but she knew she needed his help. Her body couldn’t spare her a moment to fabricate a lie.

“It… Hurts…” Ruby managed as she felt her legs open again. With only the slightest of hesitation Alf assisted Ruby , carrying the weight of her body in order to use all of her strength to bear down. He stuffed his hand into her palm, and instinctively she gripped with all of her force.

The elf looked at her perplexed. As he looked between her legs his eyes grew wide. Deeply embedded her sore, red pussy as the sliver of something round inside of her. A head was poking out!

“I’m sorry!” Ruby apologized with panic and fear in her eyes. Ruby's beautiful hole bulged forward. Her pussy that she shared with him their most intimate nights, unprotected. Her snarls and groans of labor filled the room as she lost all composure to the unyielding head trapped behind her pelvis.

“It’s okay, let’s get you through this!”

The muscles between her legs remained tight. Her entire body remained tight as it consumed all of the oxygen she took into her erratic breaths. Amidst the panic, one instinct reigned supreme that demanded Ruby’s full attention, a fight between her life and the faux life within.

“Push!”

“Gnnnngghhh!!” She bore down with all of her might. She focussed entirely on childbirth. Her tissues felt so tense. Her birth canal closed around every surface of her child as it refused to make progress from inside of her. Heavy pants echoed against the walls. “I can't!” She cried.

“You can, Ruby!”

“I’m so tired…” Her heat and coolness perplexed the mother. She didn’t even know what she wanted him to do. She wanted, no, she needed the baby out! Her life depended on it!

The instincts of her struggle lit a flame that she tried her best to conceal. She was holding her breath and pushing against her contractions with complete disregard for her natural urges for sexual pleasure. Her teeth grinded together as she tried to suppress the horrific growl of her body’s mortal urges.

“Get it out, please, pull it oUUUTTT!!” She could feel her voice go hoarse as she screamed into the burning head.

Out of options, Alf followed her instruction, yet as his fingers grazed her, Ruby’s hips shot up, her vulva stretching around the large orb.

“HHHHA!” Ruby gasped as she felt his hands gently caress her bulging nether regions. In an instant all of her muscles relaxed as she thrusted into Alf’s hands. With all of her bottlenecked effort the head exploded out of her. The strict rules of another orgasm forced the birthed head to disappear back into his partner under his very palms. The pink crest shined from her stomach once again.

He recognized the tattoo as it glowed. Ruby’s head shot towards the ceiling with a throaty groanas another 2 kg of weight grew inside of her contracting stomach. The crest bore a striking resemblance to the characteristic symbol of a sex demon despite Ruby being a pure human. Alf looked around the room and saw the ancient text near Ruby’s body

“‘Incubus Kiss’!” Alf shouted in his realization. Of all of their dirty conversations Ruby remained reserved. “A Lust Training spellbook… Ruby…” Alf’s head cocked towards his partner. A look she couldn’t quite identify, opting to hide out in shame.

“I wanted to tell you after we had a baby.” . Ruby could only look away as her partner came to the conclusion. She remembered the look of Weiss’ father in disgust as he looked at Ruby birthing their child.

A hand clasped her chin. Alf guided her eyes back to his, and to her surprise, he wore a warm smile of relief.

“I can’t believe you’d look forward to having our child? How could I possibly be mad at you for being excited about this?”

His reassurance could almost make her forget the massive weight that would soon decimate her crotch once more.

Almost.

“HOO!” Her face scrunched with intensity as a force squeezed against her gigantic uterus.

Ruby got into the only position she hadn’t tried left. A shameful position. She squatted back to the balls of her feet and spread her legs for her partner. The massive head shifted in irresistible ways that stretched her cervix to the very limit of her pelvis. The head was a tight squeeze that made Ruby lightheaded with all of the pressure.

Alf offered his hands to stabilize her position, allowing him to show off her ripe body in the act of labor. It was as if he took a glimpse into the future.

“I need you to look at me. You mustn't cum until the baby is completely out.”

Through pointed lips, Ruby nodded with understanding. Her hips rolled as the next contraction seized her body. Loosened up with the curious gaze of her partner she felt her muscles open up to the incredible diameter of the head. She moaned through grit teeth as her birth canal was mercilessly spread

“Unhhhh~!” She moaned with embarrassment, fruitlessly attempting to hide her deep scarlet blush. His large hands moved them to get a good look at the bliss in her eyes.

“Does it feel good?” He asked, a gentle hand stroking her body. Kissed by acute, magical pregnancy his fingers teased around her midsection. Through a groan Ruby mustered a hazy nod. He felt her stomach tighten with the incredible force to labor such a large child. Her trembling body with her powerful will.

“That was an amazing push.” Alf praised her. “The head is spreading you so nicely.”

Ruby could feel her blush deepen and her heart pound to the praise. His words and his actions lubed up her birth canal for even more progress to be made.Alf gently stroked the false child's crown as her tissues opened up for the massive baby.

“Make those beautiful noises, my love.” Her heart skipped a beat. She realized she could finally share her most shameful trait with another person.

“OUUUUGHHHH!!!” She shrieked as she felt the head open up with her effort

She was grinding the air. In her grotesque squat with a crowning head dangling between her legs, all her hips could do was make the head Rub against her sensitive areas. She felt Alf’s arm pull her into a deep embrace that gently restrained the mother. His palm cupped the head, letting Ruby’s body ease the gigantic dome through her vulva and denying another orgasm.

“Gnnnngghhhh!!!” She moaned into Alf’s strong shoulder. The head slowly made progress into his hand was Ruby began to pant out the massive head, little by little. He couldn’t help but picture his partner with the wet head of his child engaged in her pelvis.

“UNNNNGGGHHHH!!!” She pushed with the contraction, against Alf’s supportive hand and with her desperate body the massive head popped free from her sex.

The tattoo glowed again. The partially born infant began to glow, and in Alf’s hands, grew even more, expanding Ruby’s opening.

“OWWWWWWWWW!!” Ruby screamed in a loss of control to the bliss. The shoulders spread her open and forced Ruby cross eyed as she felt her entrance widen with the explosion of girth.

“Almost there, give me a strong push for those big shoulders, and I’ll give you a reward.”

Her thighs trembled at the prospect. She could feel the thick shoulders bulging slowly from her upright position. Drool pooled on her tongue as groans leaked out of her mouth from every impulse in her body that told her to cum. But she wouldn’t.

She clenched her knees and met the final contraction. The head wiggled from between her legs from the effort of moving such a mass from inside of her. Ruby could feel the mass slowly descend down as she delivered the rest of the massive body into Alf’s supportive hands.

Alf lowered between her legs and flicked his tongue against her little button above the head. “MNNNGGGHHOOOOOOHHHH-!!!!” Ruby screamed as pleasure seized her body. Alf pulled the body from her as she squirted the baby’s massive body free from her.

Alf pulled a glowing child into Ruby’s sight, the endorphins of her orgasm and childbirth caused the mother to giggle with satisfaction for the partner that made her cum in childbirth. The child was about 12 kg and the length of her arm. And as the couple doted over the babe it began to dissipate into pink particles into a little gust of wind.

The summer Eve turned 19 should have been ruined the day her parents caught another girl in her room. One more month and she could finally live on her own in the apartment she had been looking at that she could afford with a retail job. It all came crashing down after her bedroom door swung open and within the week she was enrolled into the boarding school the next town over. 

With a glance in the bathroom mirror of her childhood home she didn’t recognize the girl staring back at her. She looked more like her birth name Evangeline and she hated it. Her eyes looked dull and lethargic without her makeup. Her eyes and lips didn’t pop. It felt odd not having her piercing to fiddle with when she was nervous. In another context she could make knee socks and a skirt work, but a woolen cardigan with a white button up was hideous.  Not a lick of black was on her besides her long, straight hair. 

And as she left her parents car into the full lot she cursed at the cars that flooded the lot. Of course the first day of her new life was a Saturday. 

Eve walked the perimeter of the church, hoping that she could remain incognito for the rest of the ceremony. As she wandered the spaces outside of the chapel she went up stairs and a long hallway. The sound of footsteps and conversation reduced to nothing while she reached a double door at its end.

She heard hushed voices from behind it, rapid movement, and the rustling of clothing. Eve could only make out the shadows at the crack between the doors but recognized bodies with long headdresses around one person. When Eve nudged the door open slightly she could see her blonde, curly locks within the sea of black headdresses as they swarmed around the front of the woman. Amongst the nuns the woman's bare skin was exposed for a second before clothing was thrown over her body.

With her ear pressed against the space Eve could barely make out the words.

“-doesn’t fit… Order another-”

“-month to deliver… not enough … Call tailor-”

“-take measurements… Can’t see her.”

She jumped as she felt the air of the door against the side of her head as it slammed. Eve briskly turned the corner at the end of the hallway and waiting.The noise settled down before she heard the old wooden door creak open. 

Only one pair of footsteps made her comfortable enough to hold her position. Eve stayed still as it got closer to the end of the hallway. The navy blue cardigan hung loose over the body of a young woman slightly shorter than Eve was. Blonde curls revealed themselves before brown eyes shot open as they met hers.

“Don't-!” The young woman looked up to see the school uniform on a new face. She gasped knowing how she looked with red cheeks and shiny eyes that she desperately tried to blink away. 

“Sorry…” The young woman stepped away and covered her side with her arm. She maintained her distance as she plucked against her loose sweater.

“No worries. I'm new here and I got a little lost. I’m Eve.”

“Magdelena… Um…” She stared at Eve with her brow furled, long enough for her to wonder if anybody could look more out of place in a boarding school’s uniform. Something fluttered in her chest looking at the new student that stood over her like she was from a completely different world, a glimpse from the outside world.

“You can call me Maggie.” 

Church bells rang and caught Maggie’s attention. Eve followed while they retraced their winding steps 

A quadrant of the church filled with pews of girls dawned in the same uniforms that Eve and the other student wore. As she scanned the students in front of her. It was obvious through height alone. Of the faces that Eve saw there wasn’t another student over 14 besides Maggie.

The priest took his place before the altar, and unprompted to Eve, everybody stood. She kept track of her placement with her future classmate by her side. 

They stood, they sat, they kneeled. Eve even followed her technique of carefully shuffling her hips down into the platform underneath and standing with her legs square to stand. 

Maggie wore visible discomfort on her face. Tasks that the seniors of the town did effortlessly were performed by Maggie laboriously until the two lagged behind the rest of the crowd. 

She panted heavily as she kicked up the platform again to rise to her feet. The others glared at her. The other girl rolled her weight uncomfortably, shifting her weight to either side of her body before finally rising to her feet. 

Her knees far apart while slumped on the wood. Maggie planted, keeled over her midsection. The platform refused to rise with Maggie's knees locked in place. White faced and with a bead of sweat running down her forehead. People started to stare. 

Without a hesitation Eve offered her arm. The young woman was heavier than she expected, her center of gravity anchored far in her core. Maggie returned to her feet shakily. She steadied herself protectively around her stomach only averting her hands when she caught Eve staring.  

Mass was dismissed and Maggie went to disappear into the halls of the church without a word. Without guidance, Eve followed. “Where are we going?” She asked.

“Please don't follow me.” She looked constantly over Eve’s shoulder and her own. “If they see that you’re talking to me they might-” 

“Hey.” Eve cut Maggie off with a stride and landed a little too close to her future classmate.

“I don't want to be here. There’s nothing anybody could do or say that’ll change that. If something's wrong I’m on your side.” Maggie had to look up to see Eve's eyes. So sure and unshakable was the woman before her.

“I promise.” 

Maggie took a deep breath.

“Follow me.” 

A dead beam of lights in janitors rooms that were overflowing with empty bottles of cleaning product 

Her ambiguous form underneath her large sweater came free as Maggie lifted her layers over her hips. An undersized button up that was unable to button over the centermost section of her midsection. And its hem was too short to hide her bare skin from poking out the shirt's bottom, unable to hide her stomach’s heavy, bulbous form. 

She undid the bottommost buttons on her top and lifted her layers over her body. Her skin stretched wide forward carrying the weight of a pregnant belly. 

Her panicked breath as she finally undid the buttons around her stomach allowed her belly to reveal itself to her classmate before her and occupy the space that it needed. 

“Woah…” Eve uttered. Maggie cringed,  fiddling with her hands and clumsily concealing herself with her simultaneously undersized and oversized layers. She made her best attempt to pull the bottoms of her button up over her skin, to no avail. 

“They sent me here when I told them I was pregnant.”

The room immediately felt smaller with the reveal of the third life residing inside of the stall. The two women stood in silence, neither knowing exactly what to say next.

“I keep on trying to take it day by day, but I’m just getting closer and closer to giving birth. I don’t know what to do.” 

The inevitability of childbirth made its way to the forefront of Eve's mind, confusion turned into anger. 

“So what? Teenage pregnancy isn’t difficult or humiliating enough? What kind of a church would do that?”

She knew that Eve was right. She was right about every second that had passed since she had gotten to their county’s baptist church. Eve was as correct as the conscience in the back of Maggie’s head. Before she could respond the tapping of wooden soles against old tile got closer to the basement bathroom

They’d surely see the two girls in the stall with Maggie’s button up ridded above her stomach.  Any support that Eve could offer would fail to get off the ground if the school knew that Eve knew already. 

“Sit on my lap.” Eve directed hastily. The porcelain creaked as Maggie leaned her weight into Eve.

“I’m sorr-”Eve brought a finger to Maggie’s lip before the entrance to the bathroom flew open.

The two held their breath as the wooden soles of the sisters clacked against the bathroom tile, methodically scanning for somebody’s presence. Maggie's legs trembled as the awkward weight of her body began to weigh on Maggie's thighs. Against her will she felt her legs begin to dip.

No Maggie thought to herself as her effort verbalized in her voice as she strained to keep her legs.

She gasped as she felt her legs elevate over her body with two soft hands supporting her thighs. Maggie’s skirt rode up and bunched at her waist revealing Eve’s hands pressed into her bare thighs. Eve cringed and mouthed an apology.

The bodies of the two young women stacked together. Holding Maggie's butt against her hips while holding her legs up and slightly open.

Eve shallow breaths against the back of Maggie’s neck. The back of Maggie's head against Eve’s face with her legs spread slightly before her. From the corner of Maggie’s eye she saw Eve’s tongue pressed against the corner of her lip. Her tongue pressed against the inside of her mouth nervously. Maggie’s eyes darted away when she realized she was staring at her lips.

The knocks at the door made the two women jump and the shadows of several pairs of feet surrounding the stall loomed just beyond the door. Eve took a deep exhale and waited for her breath to become clear.

“Occupied.” She announced. The voices at the door didn’t recognize the voice nor the long legs under the stall

“I hear a new voice. Evangeline? Is that you there?” Her fingers twitched against Maggie's thighs while she got ready to respond. 

“Yes. Again, I’m a little busy.”

“Of course, yes, let’s introduce ourselves later.” The crowd outside the door began to shuffle away from the bathroom.

“You haven’t seen one of your classmates, have you?” A pair of feet appeared under the stall again. The voice mere feet and a thin wall of plastic away from the two girls. “A young woman your age with blonde hair?” 

A suspicious amount of time passed before Eve cleared her throat. “I said I’m taking a shit. GET OUT!” Her booming voice forced the rest of the bodies out the door, leaving all but the souls that entered the stall first.

Their hearts pounded, hoping that neither could feel the others that reverberated their ribcage. The more Maggie relaxed her shoulders the more she felt her body sink into Eve. 

Her chest pressed into Maggie's back. So close to the body of another young woman. Maggie was lighter than Eve anticipated, but her weight was centralized densely on an area of her hips. Eve stared under her at the pregnant woman's position, her legs spread open with her stretched out skirt between them to admire her size from Maggie’s point of view. Eve couldn't ignore the scale of the woman's body before her. Thoughts flooded her mind while she looked; how it felt to carry the mass bound to her hips, to hide a life she had to grow in secret inside of her. 

“You think they’re gone?” Eve asked from between the crook of Maggie's neck. 

“We should wait a few minutes…” Maggie whispered. “-to be safe.”

When the footsteps cleared from outside Eve helped lower Maggie’s trembling legs onto the tile floor gently. They appreciated the dimness of the ding lights of the basement while they slowly escaped from the bathroom stall.

“Thank you for telling me. Um… If you need any help, with the baby, or anything… I’m here.”

“I… Thank you…” 

~

It didn’t take long for Eve to notice Maggie’s absence. She took the last unoccupied bed in the students dorm and she was nowhere to be seen during open periods. By the second day without seeing her in the courtyards she asked around.

“There's another older student. Maggi-I mean-Magdelena?” 

Each girl offered a different reaction. 

“Now that you mention it, we see her a lot less these days.”

“She gets a lot of extra lessons with the sisters.”

“Yeah! I think she's going to become a nun!”

The uncertainty gave Eve a bad feeling. She wondered where they would hide a pregnant student outside of the meal and class times that Eve saw her. If the didn’t act quickly days could turn into weeks, and she wasn’t sure how many more she had to get closer to Maggie.

On the other end, Eve was just as elusive seeming to disappear for hours at a time that would spur panic amongst the boarding school teachers. The name of the oldest student flooded the conversation. They corroborated her stories from public schooling, they lambasted her for dozing off in classes, everybody seemed to have an opinion about Eve. Everybody but Maggie. 

A pen rolled over by Maggie’s feet, interrupting her thoughts. Before she began the treacherous journey to pick it up she saw Eve’s long black hair coming back up to place it on her desk. At the clip a slip of paper attached to it.

On that tiny slip of paper held the first three words Maggie didn’t know she was waiting to hear. A combination of loneliness and hormones could make her cry at the tiny gesture. 

‘How are you?’

She was fiddling with her pencil when Maggie turned behind to find her, satisfied to have finally caught her attention. Eve found something new to focus on across the classroom as Maggie’s pencil moved constantly against her notebook for the rest of the lecture until they were dismissed and Maggie was taken away from the dorms again. When Eve approached her locker at the end of the day she found a page of paper filled with writing

The hand writing started off bold and easy to read as its writer talked about the lesson. How bored she was. Of food that she wished she had. Of how lonely it felt when she wasn’t in classes.

The letter kept on going until her neat handwriting became a jumbled mess of sentences crammed between the lines. Eve made out the last words on the page.  

‘I hope my baby is alright.’

Eve read the letter many times over as she laid in her dorm room bed with the other girls. She opened her blank notebook for the first time and began to write her response. She rambled like Maggie did, how she couldn’t even start to relate, how sad she felt towards the young girls in the dorm room, what, or rather, who she did to get her parents to enroll her into the same school. That it was her sexuality that landed her here in the first place. 

Eve found her outside of the lockers without a nun in sight. It seemed like they found a place to finally see each other, if even for a moment between classes. .Relief painted on Maggie's face, followed by a twinge of embarrassment.

“It wasn’t too much, right?” 

“Of course not. It’s the most interesting thing that’s happened since I’ve gotten here.” Eve shuffled for the loose papers in her folder. “Thanks for the notes.” Eve winked nestled within the blank sheets of instructions and bible passages was another piece of lined paper. 

“And… I got you something when I was out.” 

A plastic bag wrapped around a small trove that folded under its weight. In Maggie’s eyes it glowed. An inventory of treats curated from her rambling from a page of notes. Sweets, chips and drinks, all far from the concessions and odd budget treats that the church gave to the students. 

“They’re going to be looking for me soon.” Maggie sighed. Eve shrugged. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow, alright?” 

Maggie’s eyes brightened as she clenched the letter that Eve gave her. She felt a flutter in her chest that was lost on her in her solitude. 

Every day they honored this agreement. 

Maggie through these pages. For she’d have to settle with the information about herself. Revealing details about themselves in little pages of notes and talking by the lockers.

Her thoughts about Maggie's letters didn't end. After the light came off. As she closed her eyes. Her heart pounded like everything inside of her was begging to be touched. Weeks passed quickly, her mind flooded with a very attractive woman her age.

She thought about how well her body was hidden behind the uniform beyond those sagging layers. She pictured what it would’ve felt like to press up against her again, to look down and see her body from her point of view in all of its fecundity. Has her body grown since they last talked? How much? 

She found herself shifting against her mattress. Weeks of her disrupted routine caught up to her and lit a fire that she wouldn’t think to stoke in the dorm. Eve silently got up from her bed and out of the dorms. The floorboards creaked from underneath her as she stepped into the chapel lit dimly by the moon. She stayed still so her steps wouldn’t make any noise as she surveyed the area. 

Bathrooms? No, somebody could come in there.She arrived at a wooden box with curtains on either end. A fault tapping far away. She only recognized what the sound was before it came too close to make her escape. 

Footsteps.

They navigated surgically throughout the church, avoiding all of the creaks under them. Eve held her breath as the figure purposefully approached the closed door of the booth and entered onto the other side. The wooded benches creaked as the person took a seat just feet away from her. 

“Hello father, are you there?” Eve’s eyes grew wide, recognizing Maggie’s voice from a meshed pane and a curtain away. 

Her voice broke into shaky laughter. “I don’t know why now would be any different”

Wherever she was she knew she shouldn’t be. Should it be better to reveal herself immediately? To go to their rooms like nothing happened? She opened her mouth to speak but was cut off. 

“What type of god are you? I’ve begged and prayed, more than I ever did when I was a little girl. Not just for my sake, but for my child. And all I receive is loneliness and isolation.”

A shaky sigh filled the silence. 

“I wish I could say I’ve sinned. She’s the first person who hasn’t punished me for getting pregnant. The most loved I felt since-” The gentle rustling of cloth against flesh. Eve’s mind could only imagine what was going on through the screened wall between them. She choked out a sob that rattled in her chest with deep regret.  

Eve’s breaths felt like they echoed against the walls. She felt like it could be nothing short of a miracle that she couldn’t hear her from the spaces between the wooden pane. 

“If I could say I did what I wanted and made love with another woman. Just so I can know what’d happen if I sinned again. The punishment couldn’t be much worse. .If I up and fucked Eve! Hah-As if she’d want me like this…”

Maggie gasped as she heard the gentle knocks of the door of the confession booth. The loose hinges caused the door to slide open with the slightest touch, and with the growing space she saw Eve’s head poke into the door.

“If she did?”

Maggie was in her night gown. While the back was loose down to her ankles that sat stretched out to her knees. It took real time for Maggie to hide herself the sound of her belly rubbing against her legs as she closed her thighs. Maggie could only slump into her seat with embarrassed silence, her last sentence replaying in her head a hundred times over. 

“D-did you hear?” 

“Mhm. the whole thing.” She let the curtain fall behind her. 

“Doing what you want, with who you want. With me? Is that right?” Her reassurance brought out its unmistakable truth. The setting brought out the most of Maggie’s words, in the face of the woman whose words were directed towards she wanted to be honest. 

“I do want you, Maggie.” She reached her hand in the dark and found her hand against Maggie’s cheek. Her palm became damp with Maggie’s tears. Her chin tilted slightly towards the voice in the dark confession booth. “Do you want to find out what’ll happen together?”

Maggie sighed. “I don’t know what I’m doing…” She admitted with one hand against her baby bump. 

“All you have to know is when to tell me to stop. Can you do that for me?”. 

A soft “Mhm!” escaped her throat as Maggie nodded enthusiastically 

Eve's knees descended to the archaic wooden floor. A closed booth in the night meant their eyes would never adjust to their closed surroundings. Eve didn’t need the light to navigate another woman’s body. 

The same loose nightgown that Eve was wearing. Though it felt loose on her, it was stretched taut in every direction of Maggie’s body. Eve got down on her knees, letting her fingers draw the outline of Maggie’s body as she went down before reaching the hem of her nightwear.

The cloth clung to Maggie’s thighs  as Eve lifted it over her knees. The curviness of her hips were nearly twice as wide as hers and her eyes were drawn to the stretched skin where they connected to her belly. Maggie shifted her exposed legs 

Maggie's exhales were shaky in anticipation. She lifted the weight on her hips to assist Eve with sliding her underwear down one of her ankles. 

Eve let out a gasp as she went between Maggie’s legs. The proof of her fertility that nestled over her head. Her plump pussy dominated her face. Unlike anybody Eve had ever gone down on. Her scent was intoxicating. She could drown inside of Maggie, and with weeks of celibacy she was ready to. 

A chesty whimper escaped with her teasing. 

Eve’s lips planted a line of kisses against Maggie’s inner thighs to get her acquainted with her mouth. Maggie moaned, feeling the soft, full lips of a woman working their way between her legs. Her chest felt like it was floating with a slight tickling sensation while she opened her legs wider. Her belly filled the open space until it touched the side of Eve’s face, hanging low as if begging for attention as well. 

Eve felt the hip movements of her lover, her middle finger found the crook of her opening right under her clit, up and down before ending up at the spot where she started. 

The sound of her wetness between her plump, swollen folds filled the air. If her face wasn’t eclipsed by her massive belly Eve could see the redness of her face through the darkness.

Her bare sex was exposed. The expecting woman quivered at every one of Eve’s exhales. Her pussy that was begging to be stroked. She pulsed against every one of Eve’s breaths as her opening begged for attention. With two fingers parked against her lips, she sank into Maggie’s pillowy folds. 

“Mnnnnhhh!” her back arched, levitating her heavy midsection from her seat. Maggie’s hot insides welcomed Eve’s fingers that clenched around Eve’s fingers. Her insides ripened with pregnancy refusing to let go. Even in the dark Eve’s hands were masterful, drawing the form of Maggie’s vulva while Eve teased her opening. She tasted the fluids that drippled out as Eve continued to finger her. 

Maggie's breath hitched when she felt movement deep within her stomach. Her baby began to kick in response to the strongest surges of pleasure Maggie felt in many months. Her skin stretched in opposite directions while the sensations made her unborn child shift positions inside of their mother.

Her body was at the liberty of the child inside of her and the woman servicing her between her legs. Eve’s fingers glided in and out of her. The pumps of her fingers rippled against Maggie's thighs as her pussy took Eve effortlessly to the base of her knuckles. Eve watched her fingers go in and out of Maggie closely, knowing that at the tip of her fingers was the area her baby was growing.

Maggie gasped as Eve’s fingers popped free. Her hips grinded in the air subconsciously

Her heavy hips that she once felt on her lap. They were steady against her face. This far between Maggie’s legs she could look up and the midsection that hung heavily against her face. It dominated everything that she could see, larger than her head and heavy. She had to lift her belly to find a comfortable place to nestle her face. 

With Maggie's pregnant belly parked against her forehead she could feel every breath against her. Maggie’s shaky legs and her heels climbed against the booth. Both knees pressed up against the cramped walls. She could feel the baby moving against her forehead as their mother contorted under her tongue. 

Eve’s breath hitched, overwhelmed with the body of a woman swollen full of life before her. The way Maggie looked motherly with both hands on her belly drove her mad to indulge a partner in such a condition. Eve lifted her gown and put her hand between her legs, slid her underwear to the side, and began rubbing herself to the fullness that surrounded her head. 

Maggie's mind went fuzzy at the thought that being eaten was for Eve’s pleasure as much as her own. A sexual young woman. Eve read every one of her breaths. The quickening of her tongue to go faster. The spots that made her clench her thighs and roll.

“Nhhg- fuck-!’ Maggie's high pitched squeals filled the booth.

Adorable. Eve thought as she worked herself between her legs faster. 

The feeling of the smooth, tight skin of her heavy stomach was intoxicating. She could feel every breath, every pulse of life from within Maggie as she pleasured her. Big kicks from inside shifting the direction of her belly as her baby rampaged inside of her. 

Eve drew her tongue across her opening and ending with an audible suckle of her labia. Her tongue moved in accordance to every hitch of Maggie's breath. Eve devoured her thoroughly, indulging herself with Maggie's ripe body. She’d never experienced a lover’s body both so full and so sensitive. Her sensitivity, her swollen womb in Eve’s hands and all of that pressure in her pelvis. 

“I’m re-mmmnnghhh-I’m so close.” Eve’s fingers walked over the bottom of her lower stomach.

Maggie began to hump her face. Her movements twitchy and heavy that pushed Eve’s head back and mashed her tongue into her lover’s pelvis. Maggie could feel Eve's lips tighten around her. 

“Use my face to cum.” Eve’s voice came from tight lips. Her excitement was tangible as she let out a low moan before putting her mouth to Maggie’s pussy once more. 

Her request was tantalizing. Maggie's ankles clasped around the back of Eve’s head. Her calves rubbed together as her thighs made a mess of Eve’s hair. Every other breath smothered Eve’s airways with Maggie’s skin 

Both of her arms carried the weight to hold her pregnant body behind her. She thought of Eve’s soft lips while she grinded her hips to remember the features of Eve’s pretty face between her legs. Her knees retracted into her body, smushing Eve’s head against her tightened squirming belly.The weight of her hips swayed unapologetically, grinding pleasure out from her new partner. Her thrusts where a freight train with her heavy round grinded recklessly into Eve’s head. 

“Ahh-ahh-AAAAAAHH!”Her squeals of elation were loud enough to hear the acoustics of the steeple outside. Eve’s lips tightened around her as the two women came together in the confession both.

Her belly squeezed and contorted as she came, Contracted ab muscles drew the shape of a downward facing body inside of her. Deep breaths returned it to its original rounded shape as Maggie slumped backwards into the confession booth. Slowly Eve removed her from the crevice between Maggie’s thigh and belly.

The two took reeling chesty gasps as Maggie finally lowered her bare legs against Eve’s shoulders. Eve wiped the sides of her mouth and licked the fluids off of her fingers. As the more experienced lesbian pulled away she admired how beautiful Maggie looked when she was satisfied in her pregnant body. 

The entrance of the confession booth drew Eve’s figure in the moonlight. She looked divine in her own nightgown. Maggie’s eyes adjusted to the dark in her post orgasm state. She came closer and pressed her damp lips against Maggie’s forehead, for a moment she could be convinced Eve was an angel.

Their faces came closer. 

Then they heard more footsteps. Nearly a dozen feet spread across the church's creaky floorboards.

“We have to go!” Maggie cried, sliding her underwear haphazardly. 

The two turned towards the common dorms to find the hallway patrolled by multiple nuns. “Come into my room!” Eve followed her into the stairs into the hallway she wandered into her first day at the school. Halfway up the stairs they made eye contact with a sea of black robes. As they turned around, another party caught up behind them. 

~

The morning after the girls were sent to their rooms they were silent. With no notes to exchange

The two girls exchanged glances, knowing there had to be some punishment for being caught with each other after curfew. The rest of their class continued to trickle in the first of the morning. 

“Before we get started. Evangeline, may you please come to the front of the class?”

Every conversation stopped in its tracks. Eve looked around to all the faces looking at her with dread, most of all, Maggie's, whose color had been drained from her peach skin. The creaking of the floorboards had never been loaded as she took the steps that elevated her to the forefront of the classroom. 

“Evangeline was caught last night, influencing our own Magdelena to come with her late into the night. Please face the class.”

Something whistled against the air, the air that cracked against the back of her thighs with a force that felt like it sliced her legs open.

“FUCK!” Eve screamed 

Before she could recover the cane wound up again, the second strike echoed against the brick walls as Eve cursed and wailed. The pain sucked the air out of her lungs and forced her to keel over against the desk. Repeatedly striking against her only area of burned skin. The class remained silent, the room filling only with the strikes against Eve’s skin. She couldn’t see the thing that struck her skin

The only thing worse than the pain was the humiliation. The students knew this was the punishment of even trying to talk to Maggie. Through blurry eyes she looked for something to make it stop. Her hands sprawled looking for something, anything to swing back at the sister with.

Her skin was aflame. Another strike would break her skin. 

“Stop!” 

Eve didn’t need to look up to recognize the voice. The seat in the back of the classroom as the oldest student before her clumsily rose to her feet. Maggie’s journey to the front of the classroom made the nun take many steps away from Eve.

“Stay where you are!” In the corner of Eve’s eye she could see the sister back away with her bamboo cane in hand. The nodes of the wood that struck her like barbs.

“I told her to meet me. In my condition its getting harder to-”

“That's enough!” The words came out in desperation, as if they would stop at anything to make sure Maggie didn't speak another word. Mutters broke out around the classroom.  

The base of the cane tapped the ground for a moment. A sigh of frustration that only Eve was close enough to hear left the nuns' lips.

“Both of you, be seated.” 

Maggie waited for Eve to limp into her arms. She held her arm and walked at the pace of her slow waddle with a protective hand over her hip. 

“I’m sorry…” she pleaded upon seeing Eve’s teary, red eyes.

“Thank you.” Eve muttered between sobs.

~

After the bell rang 20 times Eve looked out onto the courtyard. A room at the corner of the building. The lights flickered on and off twice before the blinds opened. 

She climbed up the tile columns. Her button up and cardigans obviously stained from the weathered stone. She slung a plastic bag over the window before swinging her leg into the room and rolling in. 

Maggie leaned against her bed, swaying gently like the open curtains of the window with her brow slightly curled. She took a deep breath while rubbing her belly against her night gown.Her eyes opened with genuine surprise to see Eve so soon.

“So this is where they leave you.” Eve said, slinging another back of snacks into Maggie’s room. She was running out of places to put the trash from her previous cravings. 

“You’re not even trying to hide these anymore, huh?”

“They’ve been leaving me a lot more since almost revealing my pregnancy to everybody.” 

“You’re getting bold. I like that.” Eve looked, “You’re really not going to confirmation classes.” 

“Oh yeah. There’s no way they could hide me from everybody else at a new place. It’s too risky for them.” Maggie’s eyes immediately shot open.

“Forget about me! What’re they going to do when they realize you’re not in the group?”

“They counted my head on the bus. I just slipped out when they weren’t looking. All they know, I finally ran away.”

Maggie chuckled with how casually Eve admitted to slipping away from the offsite trip. She threw around her pillows and lifted up her phone from the pile. “Look what I’ve managed to get from scaring them with my pregnancy.” She smirked

Eve flopped on the only bed, which had been taken over by the school's isolated pregnant student. 

Maggie’s phone was still on to a picture of Maggie in her most natural look dawned with all of her piercings and dark makeup. Maggie went back and forth from the picture to the woman in front of her.

“Oh! That’s what you’re always licking!” She said, pointing to the piercing on the corner of her lip.

“Yeah, that was my first. I didn’t realize how much I did that until I got-”  Maggie looked at her expectantly. “Until I met you.” 

“Let me pull up my instagram!” Posed up next to all of her friends. Her hair was longer. All of the pictures with relatives that wore crosses, family portraits next to churches. For a prolific poster it felt eerie to see the flow of posts suddenly end. With Maggie in front of her, recalling all of the memories caught on picture she felt a little better. 

“I forgot I looked like that.” Maggie said, looking down at the body that had changed remarkably over the long months. SHe lifted her gown up above her shirt to Eve’s surprise. Her eyes darted away as her hands ran up and down the length of her belly before lingering around her hips. 

When Eve readied herself to stare at Maggie’s bare body she saw her bump descend far below her hips, weighing heavily down into her pelvis. “Woah, that’s a lot lower than it’s been.”

“Yeah, they feel a lot lower in my hips lately. I'm getting so big. Its just…” Her hands hovered around her midsection as her hushed voice held back a squeal of excitement. 

“Ahhh! It's so there!” Excitement to talk about her unborn child. Eve looked at her with admiration in her eyes, trying to shake away the feelings of seeing Maggie glow over her body. By the time she noticed her tick begin it was already too late. 

Maggie’s eyes narrowed with a smile. “Are you getting turned on?”

“What?”

“You can’t lie to me, I already know your tell!” Eve’s pale cheeks flushed red being read so easily. For Eve’s reputation she wondered how many others have seen such an expression on her face. 

“You make being pregnant look really pretty…”

Maggie clasped Eve's hands and pressed them against her bare stomach, allowing her to feel her warm, delicate womb fluttering with life. The beauty of her pregnant body on full display and her own miracle that she nurtured. Maggie craved the taller girl’s touch. 

Eve shifted closer in the bed to carry Maggie’s body. They were finally in each other's arms. They felt each other's warmth. The weight of motherhood that Eve carried in her hands. 

“Wait.”

“What's wrong?”

“We have the whole school to ourselves. Do you want to… use the whole school?” 

Maggie learned into Eve's ear. 

“... is that crazy?” 

The heavy door creaked as its handle was turned. For the first time she didn’t worry about who could hear her. Her pregnancy, proof of Maggie's child that she carried was finally allowed to be revealed in the school. 

The place that had been a prison for. Maggie felt like open air in Eve’s presence. These feelings were overwhelming in the expecting mother as she buzzed down the hall they first met. 

It felt like Eve could finally stretch her legs. Free to do what she wanted she found herself with the adulthood she dreamed of with a woman by her side. She turned to see her giddy stride made considerable distance from her pregnant lover. Eve held back laughter as she doubled back to Maggie slowed by her waddle. 

“Ah-hahahaha!” Maggie’s laughter filled the old church. “We’re alone! We’re actually alone!”

Their giggles filled their hallway with their heavy footsteps, chasing each other light moonlight through the cathedral like succubi for the other. Before stopping at the front of the prayer hall. Maggie stuck her fingers in the holy water tub and facetiously laid a prayer to the father, son, and holy spirit. Before splashing the droplets holy water at Eve.

“Tsss.” Eve hissed like the sound of evaporating as she pretended to be repelled by the droplets. Maggie giggled before Eve by the hand and guided her into the empty hall. She couldn’t remember the last time she walked so quickly, needing to place her other hand atop her belly to keep  from swaying. Eve lagged behind, guided by the pregnant students' excited skips as she admired her lover brimming with excitement as she saw somebody closer to who Maggie was before the school.

The two stopped by the carpet by the altar. “This is where they usually put the arch for weddings.” Maggie looked behind her, beaming at the woman following her down the carpet. 

“Hehe, I feel like a bride walking down the aisle.” 

As Eve followed she slowed as Maggie did, she let go of her hand and put both against her stomach and let out a deep breath with her eyes closed. “Woah, are you okay?” Eve asked, protectively coming to her side. 

“Yeah. I just moved a little quickly.” Maggie sighed as she caught her breath. She turned behind her, sheepishly approaching the girl who managed to stay by her side. “Nevermind me! You're all wet…”  

As much as she tried to hide it, her hands were shaking as they approached her collar, hovering before touching her uniform. Maggie’s hands lifted up Eve’s cardigan over her body, pulling up her shirt over her stomach, the first piece of bare skin Maggie had seen of Eve. 

Her slow, steady hands popped the buttons on Eve’s top as if she was counting the buttons it would take to free Eve's body. She lifted off the buttoned up curtains away from Eve's body. Her belly pressed into Eve slightly to get close enough to unclasp her bra. This close to her face she saw the pink in her cheeks  She shifted the cups from her perky tits, leaving Eve topless in front of the empty chapel.

Maggie’s tentative fingers explored Eve’s body. She forgot what a flat stomach had felt like. 

“I think you'd be really pretty pregnant, too.”

Eve's breath hitched as her lower stomach was stroked by the back of Maggie's fingers. The pregnant woman's stomach laid boldly between them, demanding either woman's attention. If her stomach was sensitive now she wondered how Maggie’s in its heavy, bulging form, 

Maggie’s eyelids fluttered as Eve’s hands snuck up from under her stretched out top. She craved her touch from their last escapade and leaned into her fingers to show her graciousness.

Eve began to undo the buttons on Maggie's uniform. Each button releasing the tension of the growing body it tried to hide. Her collar sprang open to her growing bust that popped free and filled her bra the way her chest needed. She got to the final buttons and her garments began to slide over her shoulders before being caught around her belly. A stare, and a pause before Eve unclasped the final link that slid her shirt over her shoulders.

Soft and heavy, their size spilled from Eve's fingertips as she tried to support the expectant mothers massive tits. In the dark she felt the extenuating pores from around her areolas before getting to her erect nipples. 

The more she played with her sensitive, rubbery nips she felt a moisture pad against her fingertips with a gasp. “Sorry, they’ve started leaking.” Eve felt her mouth water to the wetness on her fingertips before taking them away from Maggie's sensitive breasts. 

“You're so soft… And curvy.” The wandering hands of a sapphic virgin. “I want to kiss you so badly…” Eve holding Maggie’s blond curls while Maggie let Eve’s jet black hair flow between her fingertips 

Their bodies melted together as they were finally given each other’s presence uninterrupted. Weeks of questioning and desire built up in one night of an empty church that oppressed the two of them. Their breasts fitting into place against the others cleavage for their lips came together.

The feeling of another woman’s lips made Maggie feel like she could fly. Her fingers wanted to sink into all of the skin on Eve’s long legs. She wanted to clasp her arms around her narrow waist and never let go. 

Fingers roamed around nude bodies.The woman before her wasn’t a before picture of her pregnancy, but a new body entirely. Eve admired the curve of her stomach right under her hips. To her sides were hips that had widened in preparation for childbirth. Heavy breasts that sagged under their own weight. Soft enough to roll between her fingers. In the dim light Eve saw her body decorated in stretchmarks 

Their noises echoed throughout the chapel. Walls that were usually filled with prayer now echoed with their simultaneous moans. Maggie found herself looking over her shoulder to see dozens of people entering the church, but in Eve’s hands they disappeared. Eve kissed her like she was the only thing that mattered, herself and her child, who Eve had placed a hand over as she came close.

They pulled away panting before stumbling against the side of the altar. Their foreheads against each other.

She came closer to her partner again, taking Maggie into her arms as close as their hips could get. The two swayed gently, feeling Maggie's bump nestle safely between them.

“I want to know who you were before this place.”

“I want to show you.” Maggie got close enough to her to feel the warmth of each other. She leaned her belly into Eve, feeling her partner yield to the part of Maggie she was so fixated on. “I'll make it more obvious than it already is.” 

She pinned her against the altar and guided her down against the soft carpet. Eve submitting under the weight of Maggie’s pregnant belly. Maggie's heart fluttered at how beautiful Eve looked under her, in a pool of jet black hair and awe she felt straddled by her pregnant partner. 

“This is the position I got pregnant in.” Maggie chuckled. Eve felt no better than a teenage boy. If it was Maggie on top of her she would’ve gotten her pregnant too. Maggie’s hips clumsily grinded into hers, her desperation in her pregnant body charmingly hot as her belly rolling against her desired the next hump that would take her breath away. 

Maggie leaned forward to descend over Eve's body but was stopped by her bump that flattened slightly against Eve. She let her tits hang over Eve's face, moaning softly every time her nipples grazed Eve's cheeks. Eve felt a streak of warm fluid draw against her face before Maggie jolted up.

“Ah! My milk!” Maggie gasped. “I'm getting your face wet.” Eve rubbed the wet trail on her cheek and put those fingers on her mouth. There was enough colostrum on her face to taste the fresh nutiness Maggie’s body began creating for her child. The intimacy of sucking from a mothers breast wasn’t lost on either woman, the two looked equally as shocked that the other enjoyed it as much as they did. “Can you feed me more?”

Maggie swallowed and lowered her leaky nipple towards Eve’s mouth. She arched her back and sighed leaned forward for her heavy breast to flatten against Eve’s lips. The suction of her lips connected the two together as Eve fed with her body. She rocked back and forth while she was pleasured from the stimulation against her nipples. Her forehead furrowed, Maggie’s belly parked between them started to stiffen at the stimulus yet her hips did not stop.

An audible pop as Maggie released from her lap. Warm and taut. Their hips trembled against each other. Eve’s lips were covered in milk and Maggie’s eyes were lost in a lusty daze. Maggie’s knees crawled themselves down from Eve’s lap.

“You poor thing. That has to be rough on your knees.” Eve doted.  She removed the cushions tied on the chairs behind the altar and set them down for a comfortable surface for Maggie to support her heavy body. Her body came unbalanced with a giggle as she landed softly on the pillows. 

“Eve.” She said from her side. Maggie set one heel flat on the ground and splayed herself open in the position most comfortable for her heavy body. ”Please fuck me.” 

Eve paused for a moment. Not for her sake, but for her partners. She began to straddle Maggie’s leg and held up her other leg in a position that rested naturally for her pregnant body. Maggie's heart pounded as she laid on her side, unsure of what to expect. Eve walked her legs between Maggie's getting closer to her sex. 

This close to her nude, delicate body Eve knew she’d never want to love anybody better than she did in this moment. 

The heat between her legs that she wanted to share with the poor pregnant woman trapped inside this church. She thought of this moment since the day they met, the day that she could show Maggie a new world.

With a push of Eve’s hips their pelvis connected each other's bodies together. The more she pushed her hips the bore she sunk into Maggie's plush pussy until their lips flattened together. 

“Mnhhhhh~” Maggie moaned. She felt like she was losing her virginity again. 

The sound of their sexes was audible as they pulled away like wet kisses. Their vulvaes each try to swallow each other whole. They shared the warmth as each of their entrances became slick to the other’s wetness.

The thigh Eve carried was heavy. When she looked down there was a lot of woman between her legs. Her eyes were nearly shut with the corner of her lips curled up in the most blissful slumber. Her belly was carried by the cushions on the ground. If there was a woman she wanted to spoil it was Maggie. To carry her sins that way nobody else had. 

Eve’s laborious whimpers flowed with dedication. Maggie’s body felt worshipped after nearly 10 months of being hidden. Her question in the confession booth was answered. The punishment of sin was worth feeling this way between Eve’s legs. 

The wetness of her nipples began to dribble down the side of her breasts as their bodies rocked back and forth with Eve's thrusts, soaking into the cushions beneath them. Maggie kept a hand on Eve's hips as she thrusted, feeling her curves rhythmically roll to nestle each other into their bodies.

Everywhere she thrust she was met with Maggie’s warm embrace. The touch of a soon to be mother Her body was fluid, rolling with the weight of the fruits of her pregnancy. 

Their breaths synced while mounting pleasure bloomed within them. Lost in the moment she found her hand atop something firm and round. With every bump and grind she felt how her movements swayed Maggie’s body. She pictured the little life that Maggie had grown in her body, the love and dutiful effort of a mother hidden away behind the church's walls. Maggie kept Eve’s hand over her unborn child.

Maggie’s brow clenched as the round between them began to tighten. Her chesty, guttural groans got louder as Eve felt her body climb to elation. Atop Maggie’s bump their fingers interlocked to share the pleasure they found together. 

“Ah-ah-ahhhoooouuuuu!” Eve vocalized as she mustered the rest of the control in her hips between Maggie’s legs. Eve caught herself with a hand before her body gave in. Thighs trembling as she leaned softly against Maggie's body. 

“A-AAAhhh~!” A chesty yelp escaped Maggie’s throat as her body twisted and contorted between Eve’s legs while her stomach receded sharply into her body. 

She let out a sharp cry when both women heard what sounded like a  water balloon popping inside of Maggie. In an instant a rush of fluids spilled from inside of Maggie all at once. Eve jolted backwards against the warm water that cascaded onto her thigh and continued to dribble out from between her lovers legs. 

They stared at the fluid that stained the red carpet in stunned silence.

“Was… did you squirt?” 

“I’ve never squirted in my life…” 

Instead of slowly recovering as Maggie had before she stayed in position. With a hand over her stomach gripping at her belly as she receded into her core. The movement, the pressure, the dropping, it all caught up to Maggie in her one moment of release surrounded by nobody but Eve.

“U-unghhh!” She writhed on the floor, trying to protect her own child for the contracting of her full term belly. “My-my water broke! Ahhh-AAAAHH!” She cried. A contraction seized her midsection mercilessly, as if her body recognized an opportunity to give birth in safety.

“Maggie, we gotta get you to the hospital.” She said, gathering their clothes from the floor. She was stopped by Maggie fighting through her labor pains to grab her forearm.

“No, no! Please, Eve, they're not gonna let you stay!” Eve halted and turned around. 

“The hospital, they’re-Aannnggh!! They’re gonna make you leave! I can’t-I can't do this without you.” She felt how Maggie desperately clung onto her. Fear and adrenaline were in her eyes. She thought of how much of her pregnancy she had to go through alone already. She knew she could be making a mistake, but how could she leave her alone when it was for her to give birth?

Eve bit her cheeks. “Do you feel like you need to push?” She said as she joined Maggie on her knees. 

She shook her head “They feel like the worst cramps ever.”

Eve cringed. “Okay. Maybe don’t push yet.”

She couldn’t hide the pains that were bothering her for the last few hours any longer. Her face scrunched. “Unnnnnnnghhhhh!” She grunted from deep within her chest.

Her neck flexed and her teeth clenched. Her thick, wavy hair began to cling to her forehead and dampen with her sweat. As she fought against something that predated her religion. It was only when she realized how much noise she made at the end of her contraction that made her body come back down to earth. 

“I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.” she cried weakly, embarrassed for the situation that made her appear less than flattering. 

“Don’t apologize. Those are really pretty noises.” Eve reassured her laboring partner.

“Let's get you upright. Can you stand?”  Maggie stared at her core between her legs, exhausted from the pains that were working against her all night. She shook her head helplessly. 

“How about your knees?” Maggie took Eve’s hand reluctantly, and on a count of three the two women rose up to their knees with each other in their arms. 

Maggie’s eyes grew wide when she felt the full force of gravity act upon the head that spread her insides open. She clung to Eve while her body moved into action beyond her control. 

“It's slipping outtttt.” Maggie slurred as she squeezed into her birthing partner’s body.

“What??”

“Mmmmmfffghoming out!!” As her pleas turned inaudible Eve scrambled to look between her legs to find anything that Maggie could be talking about. Despite a descended orb that laid at the very base of her stomach there was nothing exposed. 

“I-is it out?” Maggie asked desperately. Eve wished that the answer was yes. Maggie was desperate and exhausted while she looked for any answer as to what her body was doing. “I… Don’t see anything yet.” 

The laboring woman let out a groan in frustration at the pain she already experienced. 

“I can check inside of you if you can handle it?” 

Maggie nodded tentatively as she shifted her knees one at a time to open her legs, unsure if she could ever move from her position again. The vagina of a woman she just had sex with. Maggie bit her lips and braced herself as Eve's fingers entered her slowly. 

Her digits flinched as they made contact with something round inside of Maggie.Just inches inside of Maggie’s vagina was a wet, solid sphere that spread the young woman's walls open. The lip of her cervix was nowhere to be found.

“What is it?” She asked upon seeing Eve's startled face. Her hands left her lover's body, not forgetting the feeling that was just at the tip of her fingertips. “The head is right there.

After a few minutes Maggie’s deep breaths became strained. Her chin raised to the ceiling as if bracing herself against her own body. “Nnngh! It's different” Maggie choked out as her attention was pulled to the energy that gripped her core. 

“Preeeshuree. There's so much pressure!” Her voice strained and cut off in her throat. It felt like she was going to explode if she continued to wait. 

“Okay Maggie, push!” 

Maggie went silent as she bore down. Her forehead scowled and her cheeks puffed with air. The slightest pressure relieved as she felt the sphere inside of her spread its way through her birth canal. But replacing it was a stinging burn as her lips began to part around the head. Her breath caught as she tried to recover, and before she was ready the contraction was already over. 

Her breathing paced as she felt the wasted energy of the head locking back inside of her. Fear manifested around her grip around Eve's shoulders. She needed a minute to collect herself, to tell herself that everything was going to be okay.

But her body wouldn’t listen. 

Her body fought to get her baby out, whether or not she was ready. And what felt like a moment later another contraction ripped through her unprepared body. The pressure accumulated against her midsection while the pain of her opening seized her.

“IT HURTS SO MUCH.” She thrashed in Eve’s arms. Her support loosening as her body involuntarily tried to run from the pain. Panic and agony controlled her tightened body. She until her voice went hoarse. For as much as the struggle the body hadn’t progressed an inch.

“Maggie. I need you to relax, okay?” Her voice trolled, her hips swayed wildly trying to move the pressure that mounted between her pelvis.She was scared of the force that was moving inside of her that threatened to open her up. She was frustrated by how little she had moved from giving birth to her baby and where her folds halted there was a burning that overwhelmed her senses.

“I feel like I’m doing a bad job.” She sobbed. Tears ran down her face. The anxiety of the next contraction was on her mind. 

“No-no! You’re having a baby, Maggie.” Eve said, cupping her head. “You're doing a good job. Say you're doing a good job.”

“Mnnhhhm-doing good job.”

“Again.”

“Ahhhhm doing a good jobbbbb-unnnnngggghh!” Her self affirmation was cut off by the onset of her next surge. With Maggie distracted, even just a little bit, her birth began to progress. The bulge inside spread to her entrance with every pulse closer to revealing her baby to a world outside of Maggie’s womb 

Eve placed her hand in Maggie's lower stomach. Her hand sank well into her swollen uterus, surprising the two with how empty Maggie's womb already felt. 

“Right here Maggie!”

Eve could feel Maggie's hips tremble with the effort. Her chubby pussy bulged around a round head. Her opening was the size of a softball. 

Her eyes shot open with a deep breath as she leaned into Eve’s arms. Her slightly damp button up was still in arms reach. Eve wiped her lover’s forehead with the wet collar before Maggie turned to her with wide eyes. Her look of absolute vulnerability, her body submitting to the sensations within her.

Eve watched as Maggie's body opened up around the head. The baby that she saw inside of her slowly entering the world through Maggie's pussy. Maggie suddenly removed her lips from Eve’s face. The progression of her birth slowed again as the laboring mother reeled in Eve’s arms.

Eve reached between Maggie’s legs and felt at her flushed, swollen opening. Beyond the skin of her hips she felt the head parting her. Her once puffy folds now stretched with turgor around the massive head emerging from between her legs. “You're so tight.” Eve sighed, stroking the small part of the sphere engaged between her legs 

She grunted questioningly when she felt the next stir begin within her. Her voice piqued as she felt her tissues begin to split with different parts of her body unprepared for the same action. Before the surge forced the body through her aching hole she felt Eve’s fingers lock around the head and the familiar pressure welled deep within her belly again. 

“Let your body stretch, Maggie.” Her hands gripped onto Eve’s forearms and dug into her skin for any release for the pressure inside of her. She clung onto the last person in the world who could help her by the forearm and curled her knuckles into her

“But-but I need to push!” Eve touched Maggie's bulging, stretched skin. The feeling of muscle about to tear. 

“Mnhhhgh I. Can’t. Stop it!”She looked at Eve with fury in her eyes. She had just found how she could finally bring her baby into the world. 

“Please try your best.” Eve gave Maggie her hand and braced herself. She knew for this one second Maggie hated her. But if it could stop her from tearing and bleeding out onto the carpet before her she had to try

“OWWWWWGHHHH!” Maggie sucked the air sharply into her lungs as the contraction ended at the peak of the crown with the widest section of her baby's head stretched open her vagina. Her hands clenched over Eve’s palm with inhuman force. Eve bit her forearm as she bore only a fraction of the pain Maggie went through to deliver her child.

From beneath Eve’s fingers she could feel Maggie's pussy retract ready for the girth of the rest of the head. With plenty of the powerful contraction to go, Eve's jaw unclenched. 

“PUSH!” 

Her thighs spasmed with the enormous effort it took for her to deliver the head. Building to a peak, the forehead stretched Maggie out, climbing closer and closer to her body's limit. The crown caught in the tightness of her entrance.

Maggie took deep gasps as if she emerged from underwater. 

“Can we kiss?” Maggie whined with her bottom lip pouted. 

She could feel Maggie's body melt from under her. Their naked bodies mashed together while Maggie's baby emerged slowly. Their foreheads together while Maggie let out a shaky, but controlled exhale as if Eve's kiss breathed new life into her. 

She whimpered with tears in her eyes. “Is it almost there?”

“One more push and the head is out!” Her core clenched with the next contraction. The pressure building against the head within her. 

“ANNNNGH!” Maggie threw her head back as the head finally released with an audible pop and a squirt of fluids.  Her legs jerked as her folds retracted down to the baby's brow.

It felt like the delivery was ripping apart her body. Exhaustion caught up to her legs and she felt her body fading. 

“I need… Lie down…” She heaved. With Eve supporting all of her weight her body was now flat on its back. The danging head outside of her burned as she moved, not giving her a moment of respite. 

Every breath was a lurch of her chest. She fought for every inch of her child's delivery. The moon was well above them now. The ceiling felt high and its walls vast, the chapel always had the ability to make her feel small. 

“-aggie?” Eve's voice called out to her. She wasn't alone. She hadn't been alone for some time now, and soon, she would finally be able to hold her baby. 

“Can I feel…?”

“Yeah!” Eve encouraged her. She excitedly guided her trembling hands between her own legs.

Maggie’s voice began to break before the words came out. “Oh my god!” She cried 

Although she could feel the movement of the head as she touched it it was something that distinctly wasn't hers. Her child being born. Oddly shaped and wet. The more her fingertips graved the body sticking out of her she wilt little wispy strands move against her fingertips. The circular shape of a soft, tiny ear.

Her hands went to the outside of her vagina. The edge against her pussy from the shoulders parked right against her entrance. 

“Hold… Hold the head.” Maggie slurred High off of adrenaline and elation while the woman she just made love to was delivering her baby. How Eve's careful hands felt against her body. Eve's tongue was at the corner of her lip in focus, rubbing the child between her legs between the contraction that was going to bring Maggie’s baby into the world. 

“I want this moment to last forever.” She admitted. Eve met her gaze and nodded with a smile. Her legs shifted in discomfort. Moving before a contraction locked her into position 

The body began to rotate, Maggie gasped as she felt limbs turn inside of her birth canal.

In contrast to the crown the base of the baby's face came out steadily against Maggie's pushes. More of the body emerged into Eve's hands.Maggie’ face scrunched Focus, controlled pushes as Maggie delivered the neck. The progress slowed as the shoulders engaged within her. 

With the shoulder’s more than halfway out the baby nearly slid out with every breath. Eve supported the body while Maggie lifted the bottom of her thighs. Her chin dug into her chest and she bore down with one more contraction to feed the pressure that wanted to bring her baby into the world.

“HnnnnngggggHHHHH!!” Maggie cried as she pushed with as much energy as she could muster. It wasn’t much, but it was her own. The other shoulder popped free from her opening and Maggie was able to pull the baby from between Maggie's legs with no resistance.

A wet cough filled the room and cries filled the acoustics of the empty church. Eve held up Maggie’s child to show the mother in the moonlight. Tiny and perfect Eve wrapped her up in one one of the buttonups on the floor and dialed 911.

~

However discrete they tried to be, it was impossible for the others in the waiting room to ignore Eve seated before a police officer. 

“To repeat, you’re reporting battery ” 

Eve shook her head, wondering if her exhaustion made her hear the officer incorrectly. “They kept a pregnant woman from access to medical treatment. That has to be a charge, kidnapping, something like that?”

“Miss, that case will blow those church doors wide open, we just need your account to get our foot in the door.” The officer commented before taking a long sigh. 

“We’ve been getting reports of abuse from alumni years after they’ve graduated. You’re the first personBetween you and me. I hope the charges stick.”

It felt like it had been an eternity since they got to the emergency room. The lack of news made her restless into the early hours of dawn. She stared at every head that popped in and out of the waiting room until one finally scanned the room

“Eve? She's ready for visitors!”

She followed closely, seeing other patients on their hospital beds. “You’re a really good friend.” The nurse reassured 

“Yeah… friend…”

Their steps slowed and before she saw Maggie in bed with her baby in her arms.

“Mom and baby are doing fantastic. Isn't that right mom?” The bags under Maggie's eyes as many hands were around her helping the newborn latch to her nipple. She sighed in relief as she finally felt the baby cling to her and begin to feed. Her shoulders dropped as she saw Eve come to her side.

“We’ll let you two have some time! Get some rest when you can!”

“Ugh. They say that but they’re gonna come back in like an hour.” Maggie whined. Though sweaty and exhausted, the Maggie before her was a completely different woman.

“How’re you doing?” Eve asked as she leaned against the bed rails. Also exhausted from the events of the night. 

“It feels like I just squeezed a basketball out of me. But…” She lifted her suckling child, reminding herself that the moment was real with her baby’s weight “She's so worth it.” Although there was nothing more Maggie wanted to do but sleep, one question kept repeating in her head.

“What now?”

“I was going to get a job and an apartment. One job gets us the room with plenty of money leftover.” 

Maggie’s eyes were glazed in exhaustion. There was no point in being suave about it. “Maggie, live with me.” She reclined back in her bed, a lifetime of stress melted away knowing that the girl who took her away from the church wasn’t going anywhere. 

She rested against the counter, the dried fibers of a half eaten date between her fingers, and providing a perch for her body was the round of a greatly pregnant belly that poked through the window of her cart. I couldn’t imagine the inside of the cart to be incredibly spacious, I wondered how it was possible for such a woman to be inside of the cart

I hadn't realized how close I had gotten to her while observing her products, and right before me was her chest. Her gigantic breasts sat against either side of her belly, casually covered by loose purple fabric that drew their full teardrop shape closely.

“Um… Ah… Melons.” I spit out. A cringe crept around the corner of my lips.

The woman chuckled, amused watching the movements of my face. “Melons? I have a few” She replied without any ounce of offense taken. She set her date down, and held her belly in place as she huffed, pulling a variety in a wooden bin from behind her. Her eyes dropped as she found a crate of fruit behind her, 

“The rain's have been plentiful. These may be overripe…” Her fingers drew closer across the wooden counter towards the reptile-like skin of the cantaloupe between us. Even as she brought them out I could smell the fruit from within. They shined among every other product on display. 

“That shouldn’t be a problem. What’s wrong with overripe melons?”

“These plants bore their fruit too soon. Pollinators are scared away by the burgeoning melons that grow on the vine, hiding away the other flowers on the plant.” Her eyes drifted from the fruit. A hand subconsciously drew across the stretched fabric of her dress. She grounded herself to the touch against her unborn child.

“They grew much further than the capacity of their skin. The flesh is taut, the flesh may be juicy, but at a cost of the fruit's body. It's more than that poor skin can contain. How much  more could that fruit take… Nobody can tell for sure…”

The merchant shrugged, the gaze from her sharp eyes narrowed onto me, watching with intention. Her fingers seemed to barely hover over the loose clothes covering her heavily distended midsection. Her tone hid feelings of longing melancholy, one that felt especially unusual for an expecting mother.  Whatever her background was I knew she wasn't just talking about fruit. 

A flick of her fingernail sent a crevice snapping throughout the entire rind of the melon, loud enough to make me flinch. 

“Pop.” She cooed playfully. The flesh parted on the inside was engorged freshness, juices dripping onto the table in front of us. She gestured towards the exposed section of fruit before me. “Have a taste.”

My emaciated body could not hold back any longer. The crisp flesh yielded under the most bare pressure of my tongue. I was slurping the fruit down voraciously. The flesh was sweet and nourishing. The cart owner looked down at me with curiosity and stroked her stomach gently, watching with enough intent to make me self conscious. 

“Please forgive me. I’ve never had anything like this before.” A smile turned to soft laughter as the merchant watched me, amused. I'd never thought twice about the concept of pregnancy, it had felt so far from my life. Her fertility was right in front of me on full display. The way her clothing hugged her growing body, how she had to maneuver around her large bump only intrigued me more. While I was surrounded by the bounties of nature, the shop owner carried her own. 

“I’m glad you’re satisfied.” She nodded. 

“How much for the melon?” I asked, attempting to hide these overwhelming emotions behind my coin shack. She waved her hand. “Take as much as you’d like. I’m not sure if I’ll find somebody with your perspective.” The space between our words was palpable. I felt regret, witnessing such an ephemeral beauty pass me by in real time.

“Thank you, miss. I hope I can repay you soon. May I know your name?” 

“Isme.” she extended a hand. It was natural for a merchant and a customer to exchange a handshake. But as mine were embraced by her especially large hands there was a line that was crossed. Our hands lingered a second longer, interrupted by another shopper that lined up behind me. 

“Might we be reacquainted soon.” She pointed towards the field on the outskirts of town in their magnificent display of the entire spectrum of colors. The sun started to go down as I brought my arm full of fruit to the inn. The air was looking to be much warmer than anticipated with a subtle scent of flowers beginning to waft through the air. 

~

Night fell as I rested in front of the long day ahead of me. My stomach is as full as it could be. I rolled in my bed with the thoughts of Isme clouding my mind. The scent of cherry blossoms began to waft into my room even stronger now. I had a moment of peace before the commotion came in. The lobby filled up immediately, not one person had come in alone and their partners for the night were draped over each other’s arms. 

On the first floor the scent of sweet pollen hit me like a tsunami, the experience dazed me to lose my footing under me as the embers of desire began to ignite within me. My heart began to race, I felt needy for attention, the touch of another human being. But none of the people who had filled into the lobby could satiate the craving I had developed in the day.

The sound of pollinators buzzing through the skyline with their gentle symbiosis. Not a fig wasp nor moth moved with any aggression. The smell of nectar wafted intensely into the air. Lines wrapped around the pubs and brothels alike. The silhouette of opened windows behind curtains echoed passionate sounds of pleasure where couples were clearly making love. Strangers would seemingly pass each other in the street and disappear into the inns and alleyways only to emerge from them minutes later. 

The scent of nectar was overwhelming now. Into my sinuses and directly into my brain that felt like it was melting. My heart began to race. It was as if my peripherals were highlighted in a pink hue. There was something in the air, literally and metaphorically. In the sweet miasma there was a lust catalyzing hysteria, and I was also a victim.

“Haa… Haa…” my lust was verbal now. It was even hard to control my motor function. Even the rubbing from my underwear was overwhelming. My erection was twitching in my pants. From our short interaction she was the only thing on my mind. Nobody had ever left an impression on me as she did. I retraced my steps into the dark inn where people were attached to their lovers along the walls. The sounds of pleasure echoed further into the alleyway as I pursued the location of the fruit cart. 

The cart was gone, and in my lust driven daze I felt deep regret as I saw the fruit cart gone from its morning location. I had missed my opportunity, and I may never see a woman like Isme again. How long would it be before I devolved into a horny monkey.

“You made it, traveler.” 

The sight before me filled me with a primal sense of purpose. She dawned the same color violet fabrics, though far less draped over her bronze skin. Two pieces of clothing were held together by a  couple of thin gold bands supported by her dramatically distended stomach at the center of her torso that were at my eye level.  Her stomach distended far past her hips than my arms could ever wrap around. My head only reached the bottom of her ribs. I noted the strength of her backside to carry such a weight in preparation to birth her child. As she came to a stop her exposed skin rippled. Though heavy with a child in her womb she was still a flower in full bloom

The apt description of her ripe melons were hers alone now. The exposed skin let me marvel at the miracle of her life giving body. “Isme…” I uttered in relief, my cheeks lit aflame for her to see me in such a state, but as we got closer I realized we were under the same condition.

Her chest rose and fell, also under the spell of the night breeze. Under her translucent veil I could see the redness on her dark cheeks. One knee pointed inwards “You must be feeling it as well. You were just in time for the mass pollinator migration.” She took my hands into hers, picking up exactly where we had left off in the afternoon. 

“I… apologize for being so… Mmh… forward…” I looked her in the eyes. The desire against either of our touches answered it so clearly that the verbal agreement was only a formality. “May… May we have sex?” 

With the same haze in my eyes, Isme nodded with enthusiasm. She guided my to the hidden corner of the alleyway where her cart rested and her stalls of fruit were hidden, a little closet of space where the moonlight shined into the room.

Hinges unlocked and the bottom of the cart flew open. An entire wall had to come down in order to fit the pregnant woman who followed behind me. Her arms rested on my shoulders, guiding me to a bed that made up the majority of the cart's space. Her cart was illuminated by the moonlight. Her sheets were fuchsia under the azure moonlight. 

I felt the warmth of her breasts and belly, our bodies pressed together, as we craved touch immediately. She turned me around and set me gently against her bed to see her from underneath and recognize the scale of our size difference. 

“Was it melons that caught your eye earlier?”

She unclasped the top of her bra, freeing her heavy breasts that dropped heavily with their engorged fullness. Her amber droplets rolled readily against her dark breasts leaving behind a wet trail to her nipples. “Don’t be shy. There will be more than enough for my child. Drink.” My body desperately gave into her instruction. Her heavy breasts required physical labor from both hands to guide her into my mouth. Every touch caused her nipple to leak, down my chin beofre her heavy supple flesh filled my mouth.

Her body rocked back and fourth as she sucked air sharply to the sensations of lactation. Her milk filled my mouth with every suckle, nourishing me as she did before as I was indulged in a way only a mother can indulge me.. I was on fire. Her hands stripped me until my bare skin exposed itself to the night breeze before she explored my body. Her fingers slowly familiarized her with the shape and size of my body, it was as if she was evaluating how much I could take. Whatever she assumed, I wished that she would give it to me twofold. Last of which to be touched was my erection that had been growing against her body. 

“Keep suckling. Let me feed you.” Her large hand enveloped most of my shaft. The bottom of her thumb rolled against my most sensitive spot at the bottom of the head. She began to stroke. Firm pumps gave the stimulation that my body crazed under the humid haze of aphrodisiacal pollen in the air.

My moans were muffled into her breast as she bit her lip to my sounds. Her touch directed the fire igniting all over my body. Nursing on her leaking teat became second nature. My airways were surrounded by her breasts, her scent, and the taste of her milk. My brain was overwhelmed by Isme. My hands began to explore, finding any foothold to reach Isme closer as she continued to work me agonizingly slowly. 

My hands sunk into her flesh. The new grooves of a pregnant woman's body. The sensations of her body against my fingertips. The softness of her sides, her wide hip bones, and finally, the firmness of her belly parked up against my side as she leaned forward to nurse me. She pressed her midsection into me, allowing myself to enjoy the part of Isme’s body that truly caught my eye.

A pound, almost like a muffled thump. I would have thought to look at the entrance if it hadn't been for Isme's reaction.I looked down to find her belly contorted to sharm angles as limbs poked through her drum tight skin. My eyes could deceive me into seeing the details of a toe through The surface of her skin. 

“Your nursing is making me have contractions.”

Her white stretch marks decorated her body like those on the burgeoning melons from before. They only looked more stunning while highlighted by the yellowish metal that draped over her maternal frame. She huffed. Her sheer size was too much to handle. Anxiety grew on her face, like she was watching a fleeting moment pass by. She took her hand off of my cock, leaving me to sigh in sexual frustration. She wore no bottom to cover her sex. 

“Will you have me, traveler?”. She arranged every massive pillow on her bed to support her body. Her heavy, milk laden breasts were parted by the massive dome of her midsection, the undercarriage spread twice the width of my shoulders. She spread each of her tree trunk thighs to invite me into her. I was drawn to her belly as proof of her stunning fertility.

Her pussy was glistening in ways that I never thought imaginable. The entrance of the especially large woman was proportional. I couldn’t forget her tangent from earlier in the day. She was every bit the ripe fruit that she spoke about, and under the spell of the night  I felt like if we didn’t have sex, I would die. 

My whole body needed to accommodate her to take form to the love we’d make. As my hips pushed into the plush padding of her crotch my body parked against her firm midsection. There was a baby in here, one that had been growing inside of Isme for 10 long months.

I had to lift her heavy malleable belly to access her sex. I felt the weight of her child shift as she was relieved from the heaviness of her womb. She sighed, satisfied and exposed while my hands carried no less than half my body’s worth of weight. 

With her child in hand, I finally thrusted. “Mnnnhhhhgggg.” came from my throat as her warm sex enveloped my body, sending a chill down my spine. Her insides were warm, nearly hot and full as they pushed against me in every direction with softness to give. Every angle of every thrust parted her walls in new exciting ways that made her moan and shutter in excitement. There was so much woman to make love to, and I only had one night to do it.

Her walls began to collapse around me. She gasped as she was forced to address the cramping that took hold of her abdomen. A contraction took hold around me and her uterus that went solid under my hands. Wetter, together, I felt every ridge around me as Isme's body tightened to ready herself to begin labor. She winced in pain as her fingers began to dig into the mountain of pillows behind her

Her pussy, pulsing and contracting. Her breaths steadied as I moved. Isme's stomach began to tighten, receding inside my arms. Her firm belly hardened around the shape of her uterus and refused to yield.

“Hooooooo…” left her lips. Her chin pointed towards the sky as she took in a deep breath and let a long exhale groan from her relaxed jaw. She stroked her stomach, quelling the movements that bobbed against her stomach between us.

“Please keep moving…” She begged to keep taking her as the contraction. Her walls pulsed and contracted with every thrust. I felt like I was interrupting her body as it labored, but I was privileged to feel Isme’s most intimate process. Every thrust was a fight as her body clung onto me as I pulled out, but hungrily took me back into her. Our moans blended together,  releasing the feeling of her contractions against our sex.

Isme’s hands held my body, stroking my back and hips with idle lust as the powerful contraction came to an end. The area  around her popped naval was red under the tension and the rest of her body grew hot. There was an intoxicated look in her eyes before she lifted her hips from between her legs.

Effortlessly she dragged into the pile of body size pillows. While she rotated her cumbersome body around me, her gold chains jingled against her stomach and before I knew it one of her soft, heavy thighs straddled my hips and swallowed me into the soft ocean of her warm body. 

The weight of her round dominated my torso and pushed my breath out of me. “Mnnha-” I sighed, a breath was forced out of me as the weight of her hips and her belly sat against my torso. In an unprecedented erotic peril I realized that the pregnant merchant was going to use me.

“Forgive me traveler. We don't have much time.” She slurred as she maneuvered my cock against her entrance. I gasped, feeling the size of her entrance that was going to swallow my throbbing member whole. Isme’s soft, wet sex was intimidating to the sheer size of the pregnant woman on top of me. I flinched at the feeling of her wet juices subconsciously dripping from her wet hole like nectar from a flower begging to be fertilized. Her lust only made the developed young she carried in her uterus only more alluring. “I understand. Your body as it is… Haa… Is the greatest privilege.” 

She took a deep sigh with a softened gaze to my comment. With the overwhelming anticipation of sex Isme plunged into me. “Mnnnnhhhh!” was forced out of my crushed lungs as my body sunk into the pile of pillows as I was swallowed into  her gravid body. She groaned with heavy satisfaction as her body buckled forward. Her baby thrashed against me. The pressure of her womb was tangible as I felt the healthy life inside of her body.

It wasn’t enough for either of us. She maneuvered her large body over me, and slammed down all of her weight against my disproportionate member again. The sounds of our bodies filled the room as we collided onto her massive mattress. The bedframe groaned under the power of her pregnant body.

She couldn't hold all of her weight, causing all of the weight of her baby laden belly directly onto my shaft. My hips were crushed by each one of her heavy pumps. Her back arched as she threw her weight into me for her pleasure. Her body rippled with the effort, her breasts leaked a trail of milk that rained over my face and stained her bump.   I could feel my body bruising and I didn't care. No price was  too great for a lover her size

I could feel the pressure building in her hips as she rode. One hand sat atop her belly, steding her and digging into my body more and more. She held my hands against her mattress as we indulged. Her stomach began to tighten from over me this time. Her stomach receded back into her body

“Annnhhh~” I groaned, feeling the weight of her womb as it descended into her birth canal. With the mother in control she continued to ride through her labor pains. Her folds contorted around my cock, her gel-like juices stained my cock and ensured I could glide against her contracting vagina.

“Hnnggh!” She cried sharply as I felt a hard, muscular lip at the tip of my penis. With a quick inhale she moved again. “I-mmnnh-can-haaaa… Feel you against the baby.” she moaned through clenched teeth  We climbed, further and further amidst her pains.

Her hips dominated me, her ass crashed into my pelvis with recoil sending vibrations to her dilating uterus. “Oh fuck…” I groaned. “Your baby is so low…” My comment drew a smile on her face. Her hands lifted and supported her belly at the height of the contraction. From below her I took control, thrusting into her heavy body as best I could as her face contorted in the characteristic features of sexual pleasure. “Nhha~ Yes-Yes!” she cried as her whole body tightened.

She felt every one of my thrusts sending vibrations to her womb as I hit her harder and faster. I prodded her dilated cervix until finally her hips gave in and sunk into my body. My cock jabbed into a thin, rubbery layer before releasing my seed into her exposed uterus. My ejaculation released a pent up sensation from within her that had been building for 10 long months. 

“GUUUUUOOOOOOOAAAAH!” Isme cried. Her hips spasmed as she grinded over me. Her pussy twitched wildly to accept every drop of semen her pussy demanded from me. Her fingers ran through her scalp as she gyrated her nude body over mine. We panted, our sensitive sexes riding the sensations. My hands drew across her engorged womb between us, worshipping her virile round  under its weight. As my palms contacted the surface of her red, taut skin the thin layer separating my penis from her baby ruptured.

Isme took a sharp gasp as the protective layer within her audibly popped from within her. Immediately a bathtub of warm waters erupted onto my waist, leaving myself and a majority of the pillows under me drenched. We took heavy breaths in disbelief against her stained sheets. 

“Your… Waters…” I said, half in observation, half in question. Isme nodded with a look of shock and disbelief on her face. 

“You… You popped me, traveler. It looks like you picked another overripe specimen” She joked. Her smile disappeared quickly with a wince of her labor pains. “A-ahhh~” she cried, the pains forcing her to keel over my body.She held onto my body, vulnerable and afraid on top of me as intense labor pains reduced her to tense, shaky breaths. 

“Stay with me, traveler?” she asked, as if leaving my lover of the night to labor alone was an option. “Of course.” I reassured her. I assisted her as best I could onto her side where she rubbed the bottom of her stomach in the new, overwhelming pain. 

“Mmmnhhhh-” she groaned, pressing our foreheads into each other once more. “Ah~ Ah~” her knee swayed side to side as the effort of childbirth and adrenaline coursed through her veins. I wanted to relieve her

I pressed my forehead against hers. Slightly, she let go of some tension she carried in her face. She took deeper breaths and allowed the contraction to do the work of sending her child downwards. We both watched as her belly changed shape at the end of the contraction. The gravity of the moment was palpable. Isme was giving birth and I was watching her. 

Between contractions we heard the moans and sounds of sex around us. Sweet pollen still lingered in the air. Our warm bodies still craved more.Her sounds blended in with the sounds of the lovers around us, filling in the air with erotic sensual background noise. The atmosphere was not lost on us

Our lips met and we began to touch. Through kisses her jaw released the tension she held. She opened her mouth, her tongue explored the inside of my mouth, leaving us longing for more. “Can you feel my baby, traveler?” She requested.

“From inside?” I asked.  She nodded. My hand followed her hot, red midsection down to between her legs. My fingers led a journey across her gigantic body before I found her outside lips from under her belly. Isme let out a sigh at the contact. She spread her legs further, making it easier to find her labia, and deeper, her entrance. 

“Mnnnhhhh~” She moaned as my fingers parted her delicate folds and pushed into her. Her chest rose as she softly thrusted against my fingers. My fingers grazed a warm, round mass. “Haaaa-nnnghhh!” Isme groaned suddenly. Her thighs began to shake as the walls of her vagina began to close around my fingers. I watched her stomach crunch itself again. From within her I moved my fingers 

The lip of her cervix hugged the head as it descended. I held my breath, watching the large, round head of her child separate the lips I had passionately thrusted into just minutes before. As she let go of her push the head receded back into her slightly. Tired, childbirth was every ounce the endeavor I understood it to be. My fingers slowly exited her body with the effort of her pushes. “You’re making such good progress.” 

Through deep breaths she smiled and nodded, her face lighting up with pride. Isme demanded more kisses by leaning her face closer to which I obliged. Between her contractions she pressed her forehead to mine and we kissed under the illumination of the moonlight. Sweat stained my forehead as she whimpered into my body. Her tender noises of sex, she ended her contraction with a smile.

Her face tightened in the middle of our kiss. “A-annghhh!!!” She groaned against my lips. She sucked air in sharply and bore down with power, My fingers were forced out of her as the head occupied her entrance and spread her labia open. “Mnnnghhhh!” Isme moaned before she moved with the contraction again. The head spread her open, the round shape stayed as she pushed but as soon as she let go the head receded back into her slightly. 

“Oh goodness, it burns.” She groaned. “That must be what the head feels like.” I communicated. The update seemed to stun Isme who looked at me with a glint in her eyes.

“Would you like to feel?” I offered. She nodded and I slowly guided her hand across her large body. Isme gasped, her hand patted the little head between her legs with relief. We felt the delicate little orb that was slowly being born through Isme’s grueling effort. Her crotch was still sensitive as we felt her body accommodating her baby’s head. Slowly, I drew circles around her stretched skin.

“Touch me, I’m having another contraction-ohhhhhhh.” There was a head engaged between her legs. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as I drew my fingers in a circle around the head. 

“Unnnnghhhhhh!” Her pushes came directly from her base. Every graze against her sensitive clit got Isme to take a deep breath and relax to feel all of the sensations of the crowning head, the pleasure and the pain. “Nnnnghhhh!” Through the steady stimulation her breasts began to leak again. The droplets were whiter now. Her body must have known that her baby was almost here. The head stretched her vulva even more. I could feel the head underneath my fingers as it passed through their mother’s opening. 

Between isme’s legs was the size of a cantaloupe. Her clit poked above that head. With one finger placed upon her sensitive nub I massaged her outer lips as they stretched around the orb. Her eyelids fluttered  as she moaned, exposing more of the child's head. “You're making me so wet…” 

The crown was a beautiful sight, a provocative, indulgent sight that I needed to savor every moment of. Isme’s laboring pussy was every bit the flower that attracted her mate. She gasped as she saw that I was headed between her legs as she readied herself for the next intense feeling to claim her partially born head and her trembling clit teased me to pleasure her more. 

To indulge every one of my ambitions I buried my face between her gigantic legs. “Mnnnnhaaaa~” she gasped as her pitch raised. Her folds were saturated in juices, making my tongue slick against her most sensitive areas. 

The sensations made her tremble as her sharp moan elevated into a high pitch squeal. “I didn’t know a laboring mother, mnnhhfff, could feel so much pleasure!” Isme cried. Her hands found the back of my head and held me in place against her pussy as she labored.

“Ohhhhh… Fuuuuuuckkkk!” She chortled as she suffocated into the throws of cunnilingus and labor. “I’m going to cum, you’re going to make me cum while giving birth to my child.” Isme squealed as her toes curled against the sheets of her bed. 

“Push, Isme.” I instructed. “Deliver your baby.”

“Mnnhhh.” My attention towards her erogenous point lightened for her to build the energy for a decisive push. “Nhhhh-haaaaa-hooo-hooo-hooooo.” 

Isme's fingers dug into the sheets. Her calf began to rise over my head, its size blocked the moonlight above me. The leverage focussed more energy on the mother. The cavern created by her massive thighs tremble around me. She hummed, low and powerful, her voice peaked, growing as her body’s tremors climbed into an earthquake of pleasure. She held her thighs open for her child and my tongue. The weight of her belly sat directly on my forehead, and the mass was only going down 

“MnnnnnhhhaaAAAAA!!!!”

She lifted her hips and thrusted against my face. A shoulder popped free from her first violent jerk. “GUAAAAAAAOOOOOHHH!!” The second shoulder followed. 

But the heavy child still sat in her birth canal. The rest of the body needed their mother’s effort to be born. 

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH! Her vocal chords rang until they grew hoarse as she exploded into a shrill scream that silenced the entire block as her orgasm shot the rest of her child's body onto the bed. Isme’s body spasmed as they returned to her laid down position. Her child was heavy as I took the slippery, squirming newborn into my arms and onto the mother’s chest for her to witness the first breaths of her child. 

With relief she embraced her young with her arms as I got to witness a new milestone of life, the very moment a woman became a mother. In a pool of her own fluids, covered in sweat, with her child still attached to her body, Isme was beautiful.

The first moment Isme could let her head rest against her pillow she did. She looked at me. “I never asked you for your name, traveler. I want to know the name of the man who gave me this pleasure.”

“Rayn…” I answered. She panted, cradling her newborn son in her arms. “What a wonderful name. Perhaps next season we will make a child that has that name.”

This morning her full term pregnant belly gave her a reminder of what a sight she truly was. She stared at herself in the mirror completely naked as her morning routine typically went. Wendy sat on her knees with a pillow between her thighs. Her right hand was occupied by a wanded vibrator on its highest setting, bouncing frantically on her pillow. 

“Unf… Aah… Yes… Yes....” Wendy mumbled, staring at herself in the mirror. She was ginormous, with her belly occupying her body. At this stage of her pregnancy her belly hung low, beginning to imitate the feeling of the toys she was getting ready to push out. 

“Ooh… Fuck… Yesss” She moaned, getting her other hand to rub her belly. As she got to her climax she drew her fingers around her stretch marks, the scars that she could only wish her toys would leave on her. 

“Mmmmmm…” She groaned with her teeth clenched. Wendy pressed her fingers into her belly, trying to feel her baby through her tightly stretched skin. 

“Ffuck!! Cum!!! Cumming!!!!” Wendy leaned her body forward into the orgasm grinding on her pillow to dig the nice, smooth silicone head of her vibrator over her puffed sensitive lips. 

The orgasm made her heart race, gave her a full body sensation and a tingle and made her breathe through her mouth. A braxton hicks contraction came over her belly. “Ahhhhh…. Ohhhhhh.” She moaned as it all came to an end.

As was the case for most days, Wendy wasn’t satisfied. She rode her pillow as compensation for not currently having a man, and having a man was rehab for stuffing herself full of huge toys during her pregnancy.

Suddenly, something inside of her gave in. Wendy rolled off from her bed and waddled over to her kitchen. She returned with her hands full of various foodstuffs of all shapes and sizes. Eager and not wanting to let herself come to her senses, she lay all of the groceries on the floor along with her designated humping pillow and her wand. 

Wendy had to lift her belly up to see her pussy in the mirror. Panting, she licked her fingers and spread herself wide. It appeared her lips had gotten fatter since she last tried stuffing. 

With her lips held open, she sucked the wide section of an uncooked chicken egg and began to insert it into her vagina. Wendy stared as the white egg began to become enveloped in her outer lips before feeling it inside of her. And then, she felt herself stretch. 

Even a relatively small item like an egg forced Wendy to cover her mouth with the sensation. It was the first tie in months she had been penetrated with anything but her fingers. And just like that, none of the white shell was anywhere to be seen inside of her. 

She tried to find the egg on the surface of her vagina, but all she grabbed was the base of her pregnant belly. Wendy’s muscle memory began to kick in. 

She spread her legs out before the mirror, holding them apart by her knees as she began to push. “Ooo…” She groaned as she mustered up the force inside of her. 

Pushing as she once did, she could feel the egg start to descend down her vagina into her opening. A little bit of the white tip of the egg began to slightly peek out from inside of her. 

“Haa. Haa. OO!” She gasped as the widest part of the egg shot from the force of her pushing. It missed the protective pillow and popped comically from her pussy onto the carpet in front of her, covered in her viscous juices. In response, her baby gave it’s mother a couple kicks from inside of the womb, feeding Wendy’s desires further to rub her expanded belly in response 

Her face was red like masturbation hadn’t done to her in so long, her head began to tingle, her whole body going back into remission over the sensation of bulging once more. 

She missed the feeling of being penetrated deeply, and she thought the egg  had potential to go much deeper.

Wendy’s second item was a banana wrapped in a plastic bag, making sure none of the woody ends would stretch her up on the inside. For her own reference, she held the banana up to her hip level and measured it against her torso. From her hips to the tip, the fruit measured all the way to her popped belly button. For what it was, at least her big, pregnant belly had already dropped for labor.

She got on her knees for this one, aligning the banana behind her she brought her increased full weight down onto the banana. Stretching her vagina open more in it’s deepest than it had ever been she couldn't help but to roll her eyes and bite her lip, grabbing a hold of her milk filled breasts as if she was riding a real cock. 

Up from the pillow the stem of the banana stuck out like a handle from under Wendy. With a loose grip on the stem she began to feed it deeper into her vagina until it rang like a doorbell on her dropped cervix. “Hnnnghh.. OOOhhhhh!” She moaned with her eyes crossed as her baby was tussled beneath her skin. 

Her body was more reluctant to release the banana, Wendy’s hands fought the suction of her pussy. It left with an audible pop from her pussy. 

For the biggest object she had taken with her, it shared a name with her belly button that poked out. A navel orange was taken straight out of the fridge and sat by her thighs as she pushed out the banana. Staring at the cold, porous surface with the navel to poke inside, her body began to tremble in anticipation.

Lifting her belly and spreading her lips again, it took both hands to apply constant pressure into her puffy pussy lips. Her fingers fed the orange into her vagina slowly and she could feel herself getting stretched. Looking into the mirror the vibrant orange from the fruit began to become engulfed again, surrounded in her darkened pregnant pussy. 

Her eyes began to roll to the back of her head. There was no slip, instead, the widest part of the orange stretched her vagina open all the way forcing Wendy’s legs to stay open. “AAAhn!!!” Wendy yelped. She looked at herself in the mirror, and even inside of her the large orange slightly parted her lips. She wondered if that was about 10 centimeters pushing her apart.

Wendy leaned back to the support of her bed puffing while the orange shifted inside of her. She bit her lip, planting her legs onto her carpet and began to bear down. “OOoooohhh!!!!” Wendy moaned, feeling the orange begin to stretch her apart. She saw her folds hugging the fruit.  

“Mmmnfff!!!” she squealed behind closed lips, she felt her legs tremble while she continued to push down. Slowly, the sphere came into her view. Wendy grinded on her pillow, struggling to feel the orange at the base of her vagina. As it began to move down she felt the navel of the orange that shifted, it’s irregular shape and feeling driving her mad. 

“Guhhh!!! OOOOOOH!” She hooked her thighs under her knees, aggressively prying her legs apart. Looking past her belly, the orange was coming to a full crown inside of her. Wendy’s heart raced. “Hoo… Hoo… HOOO!”  she began to pant, her head started to get fuzzy. At the oranges widest point her lips strained and started to turn white and sore.

She scrambled to get her vibrator, and turning it to the highest setting she fumbled her wand around trying to find her clit under all of her belly in the mirror. “Come on… Come on…!” She whispered to herself in anticipation. She felt the silicon head on her most sensitive area and flipped the switch. 

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH!!!!!” 

In one click all the sensations came together packaged in a powerful orgasm. The sudden stimulus from the vibrator caused her to jolt. One deciding push purged the orange out of her vagina. The force got it to roll beside the other foodstuffs, and by the end, she threw her arms down and relaxed.

Her breaths were slow and deep out of her mouth, satisfied by finally being able to push out heavy objects once again. Sweat rolled down her forehead with her legs still wide open. A barrage of kicks pummel the top of her belly forcing a gasp out of the recovering mother. 

“Sorry to startle you, I really, really needed that.” Wendy barganed, giving her belly a couple affectionate rubs. With some TLC her baby calmed down their storm inside of her glowing belly. 

“Ow!” She winced under a sharp pain that seized her womb. Despite the contraction her tendencies kicked in, causing Wendy to grind her thighs together in pleasure. “Hey, stop that!” she gasped with her eyes closed, grinding out the contraction inside of her against the pillow. 

Her stomach tightened again. An audible rupture was heard from outside of her body that forced Wendy’s legs apart again. 

“ANNNNHHH!” She cried as a torrent of fluids spewed out of her tender pussy. Her amniotic fluids drenched everything in front of her, seeping into the pillow and the carpet even getting onto the mirror. Her water had broken 

“Oh no… Don’t come yet! I just came!” she hollered trying to get to her feet to reach the phone. No longer suspended in their watery home, the baby’s weight bore down under her pelvis with her legs getting up to a squat.

“Urrrrrrghhhhhh!!!!” She moaned while her baby’s head began to force its way through their mother's cervix. Stumbling off of her feet, Wendy was on her butt again.

“O-oh?” she groaned. Another contraction slowly squeezed her midsection. In front of her eyes and a mirror her uterus began to shrink and squeeze on the baby that had grown inside of her for 9 months.

“Mmmmmmhhhaha!!!!” Wendy moaned. Her eyes shot into the back of her head through the sensation. Ever the size queen, what she was about to push was deeper than any toy she had ever inserted before.

As the contraction strained it’s hardest Wendy swore she saw the outline of her baby, the thought of the size of her child inside of her drove her mad. Suddenly her heart began to race again. Her mouth hung open.

“It feels good…” she reassured herself. Wendy spread her legs open. Still tender from the size play from earlier she was hesitant to check her dilation. Bracing herself, her middle finger slipped into her wet pussy, sending warm pleasure into the rest of her body.

 “Uh, hhAH-” she bit down on the side of her arm as her fingers brushed passed her opening cervix. “Hoo… hoo... Hooo.” She blew into her forearm inspecting the fine details of her birth canal with her fingers. Her cervix was opened up slightly, and at the very center of it she felt a warm, round, hard shape lodged heavily into place. “My baby…” Wendy moaned, rubbing the top of the head with her middle finger. 

“Guhh!!” She wrenched. Feeling the brunt of another contraction come quickly. The head began to slide quickly under her fingers, forcing apart the unconditioned cervix to 10 centimeters easily. “Grrrrnghhhh!!!!” Wendy groaned to the unique feeling of her cervix dilating.

Her insides tingle in euphoric pleasure, her heart raced faster and faster, out of sync with her labored breaths. The contracted ended with beads of sweat forming on her forehead.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahnnnnnnnn!!!!!” 

Her break was interrupted by another contraction brutalizing her belly again. While Wendy’s belly began to tighten, she placed her hands on the top of her belly. “Oof… arrngh!” She winced and panted, feeling her child’s kicks recoiling against her drum tight uterus. “I know you’re stressed baby, but work with me-OOOOOwwwwwwww!!!!”  

The head began to move to the top of her birth canal, slowly opening her vagina to a weight, shape, and warmth she never felt before. “Hah… hah… hnnnnnfff!!!!” she moaned as the baby descended down her birth canal. The baby was lodged into her pelvis like a cannonball, forcing Wendy’s legs to stay open. Wendy’s hands followed the trace of her baby as it continued to move lower and lower down her pussy.

“Push… I need to push” she reminded herself. Uncomfortable in her current position, she shifted to the only position that felt right in with her huge, laboring baby bump. Wendy hooked her arms under her knees again, spreading herself wide open to view all of herself in the mirror. 

“Heeee… hoo!” She took in deep breaths waiting for the next contraction to push with. Her belly started to seize up under her fingers and she felt the baby slowly start to move once more under the constricting pressure of her uterus.

“Hee hee hoo, hee hee, hooOOOOOOO!” Wendy bore down with all of her strength, propelling the baby slowly and steadily down her birth canal, filling her vagina with her baby’s entire head and shoulders. The sensation! The pleasure! A weight like nothing else spreading her apart made Wendy absolutely feral, salivating while extending her knees to bring her legs high above her head. 

“It feelsh sho GOOODDD!” she yelled through clenched teeth. She bore down, harder and harder, pushing until her belly would contort itself and turn hot. As the contraction ended Wendy let her legs down, her breaths even more raggidy than the last contractions. She looked down to the sight of her slit open to the sight of a wet head of hair thoroughly stretching her labia folds. Some of her white vaginal fluids decorated the surface of her baby’s exposed head. Her heart could not stop.

The top of her belly began to deflate, signs of her baby travelling further downwards. Out of line with the next contraction, Wendy couldn’t wait to indulge, she rubbed the outline of her belly further, agitating the large heavy orb she carried around with her. “Hooo… Hooo. It feels so good to be pregnant…. Hmmmmngggg!!!” She groaned, spreading her pussy out to it’s limit. 

Wendy’s legs hung wide open while she pressed her force to her abdomen, beginning to expel her child out into the world. She could feel the finest details of her baby’s face rubbing against her tender, moistened vaginal folds. The hairline passing through, divits of her baby’s eyes, finally, stopping its nose.

“Shhhnnnrrrghhh! AAaaaaahHHHh… Cum… Oh my god... I’m going to cum! RRRaaaaNNNGGHHHHH!!!!!” She cried, the head popping out with an audible pop and a squirt of steaming fluids onto her floor. Wendy’s pussy had never been stretched so intensely before! 

Her tongue hung out, her chest heaved up and down. “One…. More!!!” She told herself. Wendy parked her heels onto the ground. She held her own sheets behind her as the final contraction began. Wendy threw her hips forward, in a decisive strain, pushing all of her force into her uterus she let out a powerful cry. “GRRRRRAAAAAAANggHGHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!” Wendy screamed

To her dismay, the head did not budge, exhausted, Wendy slid back further with her throat and pussy on fire. “Nonono! Don’t be stuck!” she cried, looking everywhere to try to find a solution.

While she waited she began to feel the baby’s head begin to move and begin to take its first breaths during their own birth. She could feel her newborn's hands and feet begin to move inside of her. She had to move fast. 

Wendy puffed her breaths, finding the fastest way to free her baby’s shoulders. That's when she saw her loyal wand to her right. Hesitating for a moment she held her breath while her baby’s shoulders grinded into her pelvis. “Ow… owowowow!” 

She switched the head of her vibrator on, the familiar recoil hanging particularly heavy in her hands. She was really about to masturbate her baby out. Feeling the kicks towards the center of her belly now caused her to bite her lips. Her belly began to constrict once more. She regained her breath and her hands started to shake, a mixture of anxiety… and anticipation. SHe began to salivate at the thought of her baby’s shoulders slipping free to welcome the baby’s whole body.

The pain started to take control of her belly, it was time for her to push. “Hoo… hoo…” she winced in pain, grabbing her belly. “Ddon’t worry… you’re going… hnnnnghhhhh… to… hah… be born soon.” 

She brought the silicone head to her pussy slowly. The vibration could be felt between the space, Wendy stood no match to the feeling as contact was made. Pleasure shocked into her entire body like electricity, tension from her uterus fought with her muscles' ability to feel the vibrations, combining into a fiery combination between her legs. 

“URRRRRRRGHHHHHHHNNNN!!!!!” she howled. Wendy’s hips shot into the air, the positional change freeing the caught shoulder. She wielded the vibrator with both hands, relentlessly grinding against the head as she kicked the toy up to it’s highest setting to feel the wand drill into her clitoris while her baby emerged.

“FUAAAH… annnnghhhh FUUUUUUCKKKKK.” Wendy snarled. She grabbed her sheets behind her, curling her toes. One shoulder popped free from her pussy. Her climax was teased for so long, and after her crowing, after her entire pregnancy, she could feel the size and weight of all 10+ pounds of child that she was so close to pushing out.

Her baby’s weight began to slide out of her completely. Her vision was going white and she was losing all senses of control over her body.“GONNA… FUCKING. CUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUM!!!!!!!”

With a pop and a geyer of juices the second shoulder emerged. Wendy’s baby slid safely onto the pillow. Her hips fell and Wendy’s body was left twitching on the foot of her bed. She breathed slowly, ragged breaths to get air back into her body.