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Hilda, from Pokémon

"Check it out! They had a special on rare candy today!"

The Poké Mart's sliding doors parted to reveal Hilda -- who was wincing as she squeezed herself through their opening, an opening that could have welcomed an entire car. The responsible parties: her generous curves. Titanic breasts like wrecking balls sat in a tank-top that was all too tired of their troublemaking, giving way at its threadbare straps until their masses sunk to block her thighs from view. Denim shorts were similarly tested across a rear end of similar size and structure. In the absence of park benches, her butt was wide enough -- and certainly soft enough -- to be an adequate replacement.

"I just can't stop eating them! They're sooo tasty!" Hilda adjusted her hat to block the beating sun. Every single step she took left her assets swaying to and fro like a see-saw. "Have they made them even tastier somehow? How do they do it?!"

Hilda popped another one into her mouth -- far from the first, far from the last. The effects were nearly immediate. With a heavy bwoomph, her boobs blimped forth as if they were being inflated with air -- round, full, and somehow buoyant against all logic. Nipples sprung out against the ever-tightening fabric of her top until they pierced right on through into the humid summertime air. Those denim shorts answered with a riiiiiip of their own. Though you couldn't see the tear, it was easy enough to imagine the embarrassing results.

Behind Hilda, the Poké Mart doors slid open again. A hapless patron emerged. Their bags were swiftly dropped to the grass; their hands cupped their mouth; their eyes were wide with total shock.

Hilda was none the wiser.

Rhea hyperpreg time~!

Kneeling before the altar in her quarters, hands joined as she rested her forehead against them, mumbling under her breath.

"Oh mother, I ask you, bless this world with your kindness and love. Grant us peace, so that we may prosper. Grant us abundance, so that we may thrive. Grant us fertility, so our lands may be-hnnnng?!"

A sharp jolt from her midriff had her stop, doubling over at a sudden pressure and warmth around her midsection. Confused and on the brink of panic, the Archbishop suddenly felt a soft warmth engulf her as her belly slowly pushed outward further and further, quickly passing through the scope of a full pregnancy and going well into the multiples.

"Wh-What...mother...m-mother, this isn't what I meant with fertility...so big..."

And yet she wasn't done still, as her womb kept on swelling farther and farther with whatever was inside her. It was beyond any reasonable amount of multiples one could have by then, her belly dangerously close to the ground even after she scrambled up to her feet. She was having to bend over as she couldn't fully support the weight, and eventually found herself laying on top of it, hands on its sides as it got so huge she couldn't touch the ground with her feet anymore. Just then, a soft, motherly voice giggled in her ear.

"You did get fertility though, my sweet Rhea. It's just...I can't simply channel it into the land, I need a conduit. And who better than you~?"

(Yum Yum Pancake)

Hmm...was worried that the program was broken for a moment; Glad to see the changes come through. As for the results, though...hmm...I have a few ideas...

Let's start with that libido of yours. The office is making you unbelievably horny? Good. You should be feeling horny at work; Hell, you should always be feeling turned on. Your arousal is only getting STRONGER by the day, and it just never shuts off. Your libido should be beyond supercharged, it should be superHUMAN.

And speaking of superhuman, what about your body? You're already so tall, so voluptuous, so irresistible...but what if you had more? What if you got even taller, even bustier, even curvier, even prettier, even more feminine? Gain two (2) points of Strength, two (2) points of Dexterity, four (4) points of Constitution, and six (6) points of Charisma as your body gains an additional five (5) cup sizes, an additional nine (9) inches of ass, and an extra six (6) inches of height. Oh, and add in some extra feminization, to really sell your gorgeous looks to those around you.

You're going to tower over the rest of the office. They'll have no choice but to look at your tits and ass, and you are going to love it. After all, those little girls and boys, they basically look up to you like an office mommy - complete with your mommy milkers producing more than enough milk for all of your bosses and co-workers~.

Of course, that's not to mention how your body keeps exuding more and more of those sweet, intoxicating, mind-numbing pheromones that make it all the easier for you to just smother and suffocate people in your motherly embrace...it's no wonder why you're making more and more money each month off of your OnlyFans. All you have to do is dress up like the slutty maternal figure you've always wanted to be, and those simps start falling over themselves, desperate to buy every last bottle of your own self-produced milk that you put up onto your own store page.

All those nerdy pastimes, that time spent trying to be a writer, that time pretending to be a smart woman going through college? None of it matters now. In fact, all that stuff never even happened in the first place. Sure, that means you're even dumber now than you were before, but a loss of three (3) points of Wisdom should be more than a fair trade in exchange for this towering motherly form that's only getting more and more good little boys and girls simping for you by the day, right?

Now then, it should be about time for mommy Layla to go pump her breasts again~. After all, you're getting milkier and milkier by the day, and all your co-workers and fans need their fill of mommy's addictive milk, don't they~?

I don't even remember what I was actually hired to do at this office. I don't think I've done "work" in a long time. It's like I'm just here for people to admire—and for some milky refreshments, of course! I mean, with a fertility goddess body like this, who can blame everyone for calling me mommy, despite being one of the youngest in the office! Everyone does look up to me, after all; literally.

Honestly, with my low level "skills" and education, I'm lucky to be so adored by everyone. This job and my OF work are such a blessing~

How will Just know she loves them if she isn't constantly reminding them about how the two are married, and that her breasts are only getting bigger and milkier with each passing day?

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Hmm...let's see here, seems the analysis of what came about from my changes finally shined through, so let's...oh. Oh...oh, okay, I see what's gone on here...

Trapped in a meeting, trying to focus on what's going on around you...yet you can't realize what's happening with your very being? God, what a beautiful program this is...

Anyways, I think it's time for a few more changes. I do wish to keep things slow and steady, make it harder for the mind to catch onto any changes, but I also cannot risk being stagnant and losing access to such a wonderful program. Hmm...where to start, where to start...

Well...considering how one of your complaints was your fellow employees having a step on you, why don't we make that something more physically measurable? Why don't we fulfill part of that complaint, and make it so you perhaps are closer to even footing with them? Raising your height up to, say, 6'2" should help out with that...an extra half a foot in height should mean you move faster, no?

Hmm, but if you are going up in size all-around, then things need to be kept proportionate. After all, those D cups may look nice on you currently, but at that height, they may seem a bit...small. Growing them to be able to fill out an F cup should make things look better. While I'm at it, though, I really shouldn't leave the bottom half of the hourglass unattended. How about rounding that butt out by a few more inches, and really make people take notice of you?

After all, someone like you must be eager to get people to notice you, yes? To get people to want you, to get people to desire you, to get people's attention? You probably get off on people's attention, on how they look at you, how they sexualize you, fantasize about you. It all must be so hot to you, knowing that there are men and women alike who get themselves off to you.

Of course, that isn't too becoming of an intelligent, all-natural woman, is it? No, in fact, I'd argue that, with how you look, there's less of a need for book smarts than before. You'll still have your job, maybe, probably, but you definitely won't be as smart as before - maybe just one (1) less point in Intelligence again, but you're definitely not Clever, that is for sure.

Instead, that former trait of yours? That can be made into something more basic, something easier to understand. Why not just keep it simple and state it how it is: you are Horny. Always, always horny...never able to escape those depraved, arousing thoughts swirling in that blonde-covered head of yours.

Stay horny for me, Layla. I'll be waiting to see how these changes play out~!

I don't know why I'm tripping over myself walking around the office. I'm oblivious to my new height as adjustments to my height and build apply retroactively.

I notice co-workers looking at me. Something about that is making me unbelievably horny. Even the way guys steal looks at me is getting to me, and I don't even like guys that much!

Work becomes a bit more of a struggle, but I'm starting to focus more on my clothes; maybe if I start showing more skin at work, people will keep staring at me...