I had known Coral Roberts since the fifth grade. We had lived in a part of town that was rather rural with only a few kids our own age, so we hung out together. She had always been a bit of a tomboy then, even though her body was that of a model. Still, with plenty of state forests, rivers, swimming holes, and even a few limestone caves to explore we were never at a loss for places to go and things to do and she wasn’t the type to put on dresses and makeup. Over time as we grew up and, developed, we continued to spend time together having more fun than anyone had a right to. It was sometime in the summer between tenth and eleventh when a sudden rain storm had us seeking shelter in a cave, caked in mud and soaked to the skin, I was given a firsthand look at her developments when she pulled off her top and rang the water out. She must have noticed me staring at her because all she did was giggle and turn to give me a better look as she removed her bra and put her shirt back on without it. We began to innocently flirt and by the time the rain had let up, not only was she the first pair of boobs I had seen, but also the first ones I had touched.
Lately I've been thinking about my pregnancy being used by my breeder to humiliate me...
Making me wear the tightest clothes to show off my growing belly and tits. Not just in public for everyone to see, but around the house too so there's never any hiding it. Make me wear low-cut tops to show off my swollen boobs. My tits start leaking milk in public and you don't let me pump, making me walk around with a stained shirt for everyone to see. Keeping a hand on my belly at all times and showing me off, bragging about getting me pregnant and letting everyone know YOU knocked me up and made me huge like this, embarrassing me. Let people go ahead and touch and rub my belly, invite them to do so without letting me say no. Show how you have claimed me.
My belly is a dense mass of misshapen flesh distending from my lap, its roundness deformed with the bulges, valleys, and plains across its surface that are caused by baby bodies and heads pressing against it. It towers over me, my own fearsome fertility glaring down at me, the hideous pressure inside from seven, eight, maybe more, fetuses making me moan pitifully.
Then the babies move.
I can’t withhold a wail of agony as my massive abdomen begins to churn visibly on my lap, the sound one of horror as much as it is one of pain. My belly is churning, the flesh undulating in front of me, my mass of unborn children writhing in a pile inside me. My uterus bulges, feet and heads and hands distorting the already deformed surface of my flesh with their movements, the entire mass alive with eager internal activity.
I’m moaning constantly, a pitiful and helpless cry of despair and agony emanating from my throat like a siren. My entire body had been colonized by these babies, my breasts engorged for their milk, my hips widened for their birth, my poor belly blown up and out and destroyed for their gestation. I know that after they’re born I will never look the same, I will be forever transformed by the incredible pregnancy I’ve been made to endure.
The babies won’t stop. It feels like I’m going to pop. There are so many packed in there, the babies piled on top of each other, squirming and kicking against each other, that my belly is warping grotesquely as it leers down at me. My voice is a guttural groan, throaty and coarse as my mind reels at the thought of being ripped open. My skin burns, already stretched way beyond its limit and aching terribly as my children torture it further with their aggressive movements. Desperately, I reach up and grab whatever painful bulges jutting out from my mound that I can reach, trying to push the babies’ limbs and heads back inside me, my belly so large that I can’t reach the softball-sized protrusions at the top of my womb.
My belly jerks in my arms, the entire mass heaving from side to side as if trying to escape from my grasp. My breasts, painfully engorged and massively enlarged, are pressed up into my face and threaten to smother me. I feel wetness trailing down the impressive curves of my tits and the front downward slope of my belly, and I know it’s because the pressure has caused my nipples to gush milk from their enormous supply.
I want to give birth. I want to get them out. But I can’t. They’re not done growing. They need to be bigger.
It’s my fate to my taken over by babies. I am a slave to pregnancy.
The forest echoed with a single woman's screams. Her fingers dug into the shoulders of the hero Theseus and another young man from the Labyrinth. The dirty, soiled dress she wore couldn’t cover the gargantuan load she carried nor the source of her suffering.
Her stomach, beneath a tainted gown, was covered with blood red streaks of stretch marks. It carried low and heavy on her, as if the skin could tear and fall off her at any moment. Between her legs, the battered lips of her pussy were stretched to white, beyond their limit. The head wasn't circular though, it was more rectangular, not suited for the canal of a human. Everyone who followed behind her could see it looked like the head of a calf with small bumps for horns.
Within each of Phaedra's screams held a desperate plea for Hera to help her. To let her survive. It felt as though they fell on deaf ears every time she felt the huge body of the Minotaur's baby crawl through her. The risk she took seducing the Minotaur to allow a few of them to escape made it so that Theseus was even here, but the pain coursing through her stretched thin belly was convincing her it was hardly worth it. She never predicted that the Minotaur could even impregnate her.
The trio, along with the other former prisoners burst into the camp.
A crowd had already gathered to observe the return of the hero who would slay the Minotaur. They had begun shouting Theseus' name once they'd recognized him and were promptly ignored.
"Hang on, Phaedra, we're almost there!" The young man said.
An audible pop came from Phaedra crotch, drowned by her screams. Her pussy nearly tore around the now crowned bull head. Drops of blood and water trailed beneath her.
Theseus and the young man rushed her out of sight of the crowd as quickly as they could. If the villagers found out what was being born, they would kill her before the huge child had the chance to.
Screaming and crying all the way, Phaedra was dragged to the village doctor. Upon entering, they looked upon a full clinic of sick and hurt prisoners of the Labyrinth from another group.
The doctor was young, only just taking the place of the former doctor who had passed. Despite that, her demeanor was hardly amateurish. She moved between beds swiftly before seeing the struggling Phaedra. She only took a quick glance at her twisted bump and her straining pussy before throwing out orders.
"Take her down stairs! I'll attend to her as soon as I can!" The doctor shouted.
The pair of men obeyed and ushered the struggling young woman down.
It was a fairly deep basement under the earth, away from prying eyes and could muffle the greater bouts of suffering Phaedra would have to endure.
Phaedra was left to writhe in pain for hours on the cot. She couldn’t stand, the baby had damaged her pelvis. She couldn’t move without a foot thrusting into a rib, bladder or finely stretched skin of her belly. She escaped one prison of the Labyrinth only to be put into the prison of the birthing bed.
After Pheadra was as settled as she could possibly be, Theseus left to help get the other survivors situated and ease the crowds of their desire to see the great hero.
"What's your name?" Phaedra asked between breaths.
"Nikos, just Nikos," the young man said, pouring another swig of water into her mouth.
"Thank you, Nikos, for staying with me," Phaedra's brow furrowed at the end, her stomach went rigid and the half crowned head quivered within tight confines of her pussy.
Nikos stayed by her side. Relieving her breasts of milk every time the pressure grew too great. He held her hand when spasms returned.
Phaedra could do nothing but grip Nikos' hand and shriek desperate pleas to Hera as her huge, unnatural stomach twisted and the shoulders of her Minotaur baby tore open her pussy
The Doctor finally came down to the basement.
"Ok, let's see what we have here," The Doctor immediately got between the struggling woman's legs and flipped the gown over the tower of a belly. "By the gods."
Phaedra's stomach had a distinct shine amongst the discoloration of her skin. Branches of veins and stretch marks covered her shifting bump. The Minotaur baby stretched her labia into a thin and fraying circle, most of its shoulders were out, still struggling to make an appearance.
"Please just get it out of me Doctor," Phaedra's head rolled back and forth on the bed as her belly started to harden.
"Ok, Nikos, I need to press on the top of her belly. Strong and firm when I que you," the Doctor instructed. "I'll pull on the head. Brace yourself, Phardra."
Nikos hesitantly put both hands on Phardra's hot and sweaty belly. Phaedra tried to control her breathing. Then, the doctor pulled.
"Now!"
Nikos pressed hard on Phaedra's belly and Pheadra pushed as hard as she could. The shoulders only slide forward a little, pulling Phaedra's pussy with it.
For an hour, the trio worked to get the baby out. It only left them tired and exhausted. Phaedra especially was on her last legs of energy. Her breathing shallow, pushes weak, the Doctor had very little choices but to continue without her help. Contraction or no contraction.
"You need to push, Nikos. You need to press down harder than before!" The Doctor commanded.
Phaedra's consciousness was dipping, but she heard that.
"Wait, n-no-"
She was soon shocked back to life by Nikos' giant push on her sore belly. The baby was sent careening through her ravaged pussy. Her entire body jerked, her back arched and belly constricted.
Her hips and canal had been kept full for nearly a day at this point and had finally adjusted to the shape of the Minotaur baby. Her legs were splayed out beyond what was normal for a birth, but that was a cost to be assessed and hopefully fixed later.
"Stop! You're hurting me! No more, no more, no more!" She clawed at Nikos' arms as he pressed.
Nikos didn't allow Phaedra's thrashing and begging to stop his efforts. Nor did it stop the doctor from digging her hands into Phaedra's tightly packed pussy and pulling at the baby's shoulders with all she could.
"S-stop! It hurts, it hurts too much!" She shrieked.
The baby slowly succumbed to every effort. The doctor's dragged the baby out of Phaedra's ravaged and now gaping wide pussy. A torrent of water came with it and Phaedra's belly shrank only a little.
Phaedra drank in heaps of air, her body still shaking from the effort.
She looked from behind her still massive bump to see the Doctor holding an absurdly large Minotaur baby. Luckily, it didn't have cloven feet like its father, but it still had its head. The trio had no clue what to do with the baby but all that mattered was that Phaedra rested and that the placenta was delivered safely.
Phaedra was just happy the ordeal was over.
When dawn broke, 3 hours after the placenta was delivered, Phaedra was weakly crying out for the doctor. Her body was still exhausted, but she was regaining a bit of strength.
"Something isn't-UGHHH, right!" Phaedra yelled.
The Doctor pressed on the underside of her bump. She examined her bump for a bit, then their brow furrowed.
"What's wrong?!" Phaedra cried out.
"I hear more than one heartbeat…two more besides your own, I believe," The Doctor said solemnly.
Phaedra couldn't believe what she had heard. But her body made sure to drive the truth into her skull. Her overtaxed stomach seized harder, her hips stung, her cervix ached, and her back constricted. She felt the familiar block of a head drive downward. Then her waters broke.
"NOOOOO NOT AGAIN!" Phaedra's eyes went wide. She clawed at Nikos' strong arms as her legs were forced wide and she was once again making her pussy full with a child of the Minotaur.
Earlier, I was fantasizing that you came over to my house when I was home alone. You knocked on the door and I went to open it. I blush as I seen you there and I quickly pulled you in to avoid you being seen by anyone. I smile but slightly panic. I ask you what youre doing here and how did you get here. I see your car parked in my driveway, slightly tucked away out of sight by the neighbors. I pull you up the stairs and to my room to avoid being seen through the windows. The second you close the door behind me, you lock it. You grab me by the neck and hold a knife to my stomach and whisper in my ear "take off your clothes, slut". I have no choice but to obey. I take off all my clothes right in front of you and you pin me to the bed. You hold my legs open while you pull your cock out and rub it against my hole, I yelp and tell you in a slightly panicked tone "wait! Please use a condom! I'm ovulating and it's not safe". You look me dead in the eyes and slam your cock deep inside me raw. "I know" you say with a smirk on your face. You start thrusting into me slowly, getting us both a bit warmed up. I beg you to pull out and use protection, but it's no use. I start crying because I know that you're not pulling out until you've cum inside me and you know it's going to take. You grab me by the neck to keep me quiet as you speed up, making my tits bounce in the process. You slap them and pull on them with your free hand and tease me saying "imagine how much bigger they'll be when they're full of milk~". It makes me whine harder so you choke harder. My face turns red as I feel you getting closer and closer. I yelp and beg you one last time to pull out but before I could even finish my sentence, you bust inside me, right against my cervix. I feel your cock twitch inside me as you finish cumming inside me. I feel your seed start swimming around inside me, finding my eggs and fertilizing two of them. You breathe heavily and pull out, a bit of your cum drips out of me. You grab my toy and plug me up, making sure to put that last little bit that dripped out back in me. You get up and fix your pants, leaving me there struggling to breathe, struggling to close my legs, my pussy still full of cum. You grab a back pack and start packing me clothes. Little things you find cute, my belt, some jewelry. "Get up and get dressed but don't you dare take that out of you. You're coming with me. Make it easier for yourself and comply. I'd be easier for you anyway~ you're probably carrying my child as we speak~". I get up and put some panties on, before you stop me. "No" you throw the black ones at me. "Wear these. You know how much I like them~ be prepared for me to rip them off of you every now and then on our way back to your new home". I blush and nod. I put on the other clothes you give me. My black short shorts and my oversized cat shirt. With my toy still inside me, plugging me up, we head down to your car and begin driving away to our new life together. One where you have complete control over me, and I have no choice but to comply and be your pregnant sex slave until I can't anymore.
I love you my big strong bull💗💗
I can't wait to spend the rest of our lives together
I want to be full of my Masters babies. I want my belly to swell with his seed so everyone knows who I belong to. I want to feel my boobs swell with milk to feed him. I want to feel his kisses on my belly right over my womb. I want to feel his praise for growing his baby inside me, knowing that im all he'll ever want and that my body is his property that hes claimed.
I promise to never let you out of my sight puppy. I’ll always be there to protect you and support you as you grow my baby in your womb. You are the only one I could ever want and I’ll never give you up. You’re mine and I claim you because I would be a fool otherwise. I want to kiss your beautiful pink lips and hold your hips close to me in bed. I want to tie you down and chain you up and i know you’re gonna love it. I want to see and feel your belly grow over the love filled days. I want to worship you and be served by you. You are my everything puppy. I’m going to make you my wife, my puppy and my breeder.
I want to make you feel beautiful when you’re heavy with my baby. I want to slowly rub your massive belly and whisper in your ear how pretty you are carrying my child. I want to walk around with you, my hand on your bump, while I just beam at the world. I can’t wait for us to think of names, get the nursery ready, and take the birthing classes together. I want to hold you and tell you what a good mommy you’ll be when you feel tired or sad about your body. I want to pamper you like there’s no tomorrow. Taking all the time in the world to rub and soothe your poor swollen feet, your aching back, and your gravid belly. I want you to know just how loved you are going through this.
But I also want more….. I want to worship your growing body and absolutely destroy it. I want to treat you like my sexy fertility goddess come to life and also like my own swollen baby factory. I want to see you on your knees, giving me the sloppiest blowjob you can. With saliva all over your mouth and hands, running down your swollen tits and belly. I want you to take my throbbing cock in your tiny hand and rub it against your stretch marked belly. I want to watch you struggle to ride me and feel all of your weight bear down as you try to grind away on my dick. I want you to press my cock in between your engorged veiny breasts and watch you lick at the tip as you work. I want to feel you gush all over me when I make your swollen pussy cum. I want to see you lying there, rubbing your milk and my cum all over your belly and breasts.
And more than anything, I want to fill you again once you’ve had this baby.
