I want a ROUGH facefuck, the kind where my nose is pressed against her lower abdomen and I can’t barely keep from gagging. I just want Mommy to get so wet and turned off from the look on my face when she shoves her big cock down my tight little throat that she makes me eat her pussy after :3
What about like a southern!Wanda and mommy!Wanda crossover where she and the reader are both members of the PTA. Wanda doesn’t know what it is about reader that rubs her the wrong way, but she’s never liked her. In some weird way, she feels like she’s competing with the other woman as they’re constantly bringing similar baked goods to the PTA meeting.
One night when Wanda plans a get-together at her house (in an attempt to one-up reader) no one shows up because the party gets rained out. Or she thinks no one shows up until reader appears at her door wanting to seek shelter from the rain. And maybe some fumbling happens when they start talking during a power outage? Thank you!
sexy to someone
˚‧ ɞ southern!wanda x fem!reader ˚‧ ɞ
˚‧ ɞsummary: Wanda has had misgivings about you since she first met you, and she can’t quite put her finger on the reason you get under her skin so much. But during a power outage when the two of you grow too close for comfort, Wanda’s one-sided beef may finally get put to bed
˚‧ ɞ tags/warnings: ❍me pretending i know anything about what goes on at PTA meetings ❍Wanda’s catty inner monologue ❍mentions of R having a kid ❍implied homophobia ❍alcohol consumption + the wine making wanda spill her guts ❍petnames ❍breast/nipple play ❍grinding ❍cunnilingus ❍6.7k words ❍divider ❍men and minors dni
˚‧ ɞa/n: remember how i said i was motivated? i clearly meant it because i just wrote 6k+ words in one sitting. i probably spent most of it salivating over getting to write southern!wanda, but that’s neither here nor there 🥵 thanks for the request and i hope you enjoy! <3 and now i can go watch paddington
All the praise made Wanda want to roll her eyes.
She stands in the center of the gymnasium, listening to parents and teachers praise you on the homemade sticky buns you’d brought in today. In the past hour, Wanda had counted at least four people who’d come up to her asking if she’d tried what you brought in, and, when she answered that she hadn’t had the chance, had been advised enthusiastically that she’d better have a taste before it was all gone.
Because the sticky buns were, no pun intended, going like hotcakes. Wanda had a strong urge to gnash her teeth.
Because once upon a time, Wanda was the star of the PTA meetings, and definitely the star in the baked goods department. She’d always been great when it came to baking, and had finally seemed to find an outlet (however unconventional) to showcase those skills. She’d bring all kinds of goodies to the meetings: scones, banana bread, cookies, pies. People were always clamoring to learn the recipe, to figure out Wanda’s secret.
How did Wanda balance motherhood; wrangling two twin boys and juggling all their activities and extra curriculars, while still finding time to get her hands dirty in the kitchen? And well. Wanda was self-aware. She knew she loved the attention, the hype. But if she’d known how short-lived it would all be, she probably would’ve allowed herself to bask in it more.
All last year, Wanda had been the PTA champion. But now? One month into this new school year, you came along and stole all of Wanda’s thunder. Because you just so happened to be a baking expert as well, and wasn’t that just fantastic?
Though Wanda knew it wasn’t just been your baking skills that had everyone obsessed. She also believed it had a lot to do with you being a fish out of water. You’d moved here from out west. Somewhere in California, if Wanda had heard correctly. It was the accent, had to be. No twang. Not quite Valley Girl. Way too many “likes” every few words, if Wanda was being honest. She didn’t get it. It’s not like you were the only city folk to ever move here. But the way you got treated? You’d think you were god herself.
Now, you catch Wanda’s eye across the gym and you smile. To anyone else, that smile probably would’ve read as genuine. Even pretty. But to Wanda, it didn’t read as anything other than a shit-eating grin. She scowls and looks away.
Soon, the PTA meeting is drawing to a close, and Stella, the team leader, claps her hands to get everyone’s attention. She rattles off a few closing announcements that Wanda is only partially listening to, until she hears the words ‘field trip’ and her ears perk up. Before she can stop herself, she’s blurting out, “We can have the next meeting at my house. I’ll cook.”
The room falls silent and 40 pairs of eyes fall on Wanda.
“We’ll need to plan for the upcoming field trip, right? And we won’t be able to use the gymnasium next weekend because the kids will be having their fall dance,” Wanda’s mouth is moving as if on autopilot now. “…so I don’t mind hosting at my place.”
More silence meets Wanda’s words, and just when she’s starting to sweat, you pipe up. “Well, I think it’s a great idea. Now, we won’t have to cancel.”
Wanda’s face burns. Of all people to agree with her. But before she can snap that she doesn’t need your help, Stella speaks again. “You make a good point, y/n. And you too, Wanda. So it’s settled. Next week’s meeting will be held at Wanda’s house.”
Wanda’s body goes rigid. She should be happy about this, right? This is what she wanted. Except no. She hadn’t wanted you to be credited for her idea.
You beam Wanda’s way again, your eyes bright. What, does she want a cookie? Wanda thinks bitterly to herself. For simply agreeing with me? Wanda audibly scoffs, looking away from your preposterously-deep eyes. Well, she didn’t need your help. In fact, she didn’t need anyone’s.
***
Wanda had been up cooking since six a.m. She was preparing for tonight’s PTA meeting, yes, but at the speed she was going? You would think it was the end of the world.
By ten a.m, she had all of her desserts finished. And the next hour consisted of checking on the food in the slow cooker, cleaning up the kitchen and living room, making sure her boys’ respective bags were packed (they were spending the weekend with their father) and of course, popping little hands away that tried to sneak a taste of the party food.
By the time the boys’ father came at noon to whisk them away for the weekend, the sky had darkened significantly, replacing the earlier sunshine of the morning, and it dawned on Wanda then that she’d forgotten to check today’s weather forecast. She’d foolishly thought that if it did rain, it would be little other than a light drizzle, and that it was sure to peter out before evening time came. But as the day wore on, the sky only got darker, and by two o’clock, it was already pouring.
Still Wanda held out faith that the storm wouldn’t last. Though the chances of having completely clear skies within the next four hours were slim, Wanda would settle for no rain and leftover humidity. But when the rain still didn’t let up, Wanda began to lose hope. And sure enough, at a quarter to six, the rain check texts started pouring in.
After the third consecutive text, Wanda lowered her phone, looking around at all her hard work. All the effort she’d put in to planning this night, preening over how tonight’s party was sure to be the talk of the town. How no one would even care about your stupid sticky buns anymore, because they’d all be too busy gushing over Wanda’s showmanship. All of those hopes effectively washed out by a goddamn rainstorm.
Wanda was just about to accept defeat and start putting the food away, when her doorbell rang. Wanda froze. Someone was here. Someone had decided to come anyway, despite the storm.
A feeling like triumph bloomed in Wanda’s chest and she practically raced to her front door to answer it. But the face she sees on the other side is one she wasn’t expecting.
There you stood in a raincoat and rain boots, hair slightly damp from the rain. In your hands, you gripped a container. Wanda hadn’t realized she’d been staring at you wide-eyed, but you certainly did, and a nervous laugh bubbles up from your throat.
“Sorry, hi,” you say, speaking a little louder to be heard over the rain that was currently performing a militant march against Wanda’s roof. “I wasn’t sure if you’d cancelled. There weren’t any updates to the group chat or anything, so…I figured it was still on. I…guess I’m the only one?” you peer out at Wanda’s driveway as you say this, noting Wanda’s Explorer as the only vehicle there.
Wanda glowers at you, fixing her mouth to tell you to get lost, but then your eyes flicker back to hers. The look in your eyes gives her pause. A mix of vulnerability and…maybe even pity in those deep eyes. She doesn’t know whether she wants to tell you off or pull you closer, to check and see if your skin was as warm as it looked, despite the rain coming down around you.
Oh for god’s sake. Where did that thought come from? Wanda thinks to herself.
She clears her throat, trying to get her bearings back. “Well, the PTA meeting is off,” she says stiffly. “But you shouldn’t be driving in this weather, and you came all the way here, so…you might as well come in and wait it out.”
Wanda could hardly believe the words she was saying. Here she was inviting you, you, a woman who might as well have been the bane of her existence, into her home. She must really be losing it.
“Thanks,” you chirp, stepping past Wanda into her foyer. She shuts the door behind you.
“Coat closet is to your left,” Wanda says, eyeing the puddle of water that was collecting at your feet. She’d have to mop later.
“Thanks,” you say again, shrugging off your rain jacket and stowing it in the linen closet to your left.
As you turn back to face her, Wanda takes in your outfit. You looked nice, though she loathed to admit, in your cropped white turtleneck and dark, high-waisted jeans. And even though your hair was wet, Wanda had to admit it didn’t take away from how pretty you were. If anything, it made you look prettier. Damn near ethereal.
Her eyes fall on the rain-dappled container you still held in your hands. You follow her gaze. “Oh, I wasn’t sure if it would be okay to bring anything, but I brought over a few pieces of pound cake that I made,”
Of course you did.
“Right,” Wanda says. “Well, the kitchen is just through here. You can just set it on the counter,” Wanda leads the way through her foyer and into her kitchen, with you sloughing off your rain boots and following behind her.
She watches you look around as you walk into her kitchen, taking in your surroundings as you carefully deposit your container of pound cake onto her counter, right next to the lemon cake she’d made for tonight.
“I love the walls,” you say. “Did you paint them yourself?”
Wanda glances at her kitchen walls as if seeing them for the first time. “Yeah,” she replies. “I did,” the walls were a pretty shade of mauve with peonies—Wanda’s favorite flower—painted along the baseboards.
“It was actually project of mine that I’d been wanting to get around to for months,” Wanda continues to explain her process, though she isn’t sure why. “I couldn’t stand that awful beige color it was before, so this past summer, I finally hunkered down and repainted. Gave my kitchen a makeover,”
You nod, taking all of this in as you continue to browse. Wanda looks around too, but she’s looking to make sure nothing is out of place. She’d cleaned her kitchen earlier, yes, but she’s checking to make sure she hadn’t left out a dirty dish rag or something. She isn’t sure why this would embarrass her so much even if she did. Why did she care what you thought of her kitchen? Her style of decor? She didn’t. She couldn’t.
Wanda clears her throat again and moves around the kitchen island to the counter on the other side. Here, she grabs a bottle of wine and opens the cabinets in search of her good wine glasses. “Well, I was saving this for the function, but I guess since it’s just me and you…” Wanda turns back and walks over to you, setting one glass in front of you and keeping the other for herself. “Would you like some wine? I actually sprang for the good stuff, believe it or not,”
You smile gratefully. “I’d love some, thank you,”
Wanda nods, and pours some into your glass, the burgundy liquid sloshing into the cup. Then, she pours some for herself, eager to hurry and take a sip to calm her nerves.
You lift your wine glass toward hers. “To getting rained out?” you joke.
Wanda smiles, even though she’d really like to grit her teeth. She knows she shouldn’t take it personally, knows you probably weren’t trying to be ugly, but then why did it feel like someone had just rubbed salt in her wound. Wanda prided herself in being a good host, and now tonight, she wouldn’t even get a chance to prove it.
“To giving a damn,” she counters. “Even if the weather doesn’t give a damn about us,”
“Hear, hear!” You say, clinking your glass against Wanda’s before taking a swig of its contents. “Mm. This is the good stuff, by the way. Very nice,”
A drop of wine misses your mouth and Wanda watches as it makes its all the way down your bottom lip, heading for your chin before you swipe it away with your tongue. Suddenly, her entire face feels too hot and she takes a sip of her wine to cool off. She’s suddenly feeling off-balance. Completely off-balance. She’d had so many petty comments she’d been ready to levy at you, but now standing with you at her kitchen counter, sharing wine while ignoring the intoxicating scent of perfume coming off of you, Wanda couldn’t remember a single sassy thing she’d wanted to say.
“So,” you break the silence before Wanda gets the chance. “Where are your little ones? I’m surprised that all of the food you made seems to still be in tact. No successful swipings, huh?”
Wanda tries not to smile, but it’s impossible, involuntary whenever she gets the chance to talk about her boys.
“Oh, they definitely tried,” she says. “But they’re with their dad for the weekend, so they have the misfortune of missing out on this little shindig,”
“Oh, I didn’t know you were separated,” you say, looking at Wanda with new interest. “How long?”
Wanda shifts somewhat uncomfortably. It’s not like she was ashamed to be separated. Divorcing her children’s father was the best thing she’d ever done for herself. It wasn’t that their father was a bad person. He was a great person, actually. But Wanda had realized that she could never love a man that way, that when she thought about who she wanted to spend the rest of her life with, what they looked like, she pictured the soft skin and curves of a beautiful woman. And to ignore that and stay in her marriage, would be like choosing imprisonment.
Her ex-spouse had been a good sport about the whole thing, very supportive. But not everyone felt the same. And Wanda knew people talked about it. Talked about her. Whispered behind their hands like Wanda was some walking scandal. Hell, one woman would even cross herself every time she was merely in the same room with Wanda. Thank god she’d moved cities and no longer attended the PTA meetings, because Wanda wasn’t sure how much thinly-veiled bigotry she could take before she started defending herself with her fist.
So Wanda was always wary about any conversation with someone new that might’ve included having to out herself.
“Just over a year,” she answers. “It was an amicable split. We’re still great friends,”
“That’s wonderful,” you smile.
“What about you?” Wanda asks, realizing she actually didn’t know anything about you at all. Aside from the fact that you’d moved from California.
“Never married,” you reply. “I adopted my daughter a few years back. I wanted to be a mother so bad, but I was terrified of carrying a child. Always had been. And even if I weren’t, I definitely wasn’t having kids the old-fashioned way because I’m not attracted to men,” you laugh. “So I adopted my little one, and soon, we moved here,”
Wanda had been listening diligently to your explanation, but her brain snagged on a few very specific words: I’m not attracted to men. She’s not sure why, but she wants to tuck those words in a safe place. Play them over and over on a loop in her head like her favorite song.
Okay, so you were also queer. Great. Fantastic. There was absolutely no reason for Wanda to be excited by this information. So why was her heart beating faster?
Wanda is saved from having to think about any of this when the kitchen lights flicker above your heads once, twice, before going out completely. And it’s not just the kitchen lights either. The entire house has gone dark. A blackout surely orchestrated by the storm still raging outside.
“Oh, damn it all,” Wanda grumbles aloud, making you laugh.
“Got some candles anywhere?” You ask, carefully setting your wineglass down on the counter.
“Yeah, in the drawer next to the stove,” Wanda answers, blindly feeling her way around her kitchen island. Her hip catches a corner in the process, causing her to swear again, and another laugh from you follows. Wanda ignores both the pain shooting up her hip and the thought that you have a cute laugh, as she finally reaches the stove side of the kitchen island, doing so without any further incident.
She runs her hand along the side until she finds the hard knob of the drawer and pulls it open. Feeling in the dark, she locates the handle of a multi-purpose lighter and pulls it free. It takes another second before she can close her hand around the tea candles she kept in there too, but once she does, she pulls them out and lines them up on the counter, lighting each wick and creating enough light to see your face across the island.
“Have any more?” You ask. It’s a good question, Wanda figures, seeing as she seemed to be down to only three candles left.
“There are some scented ones on the mantle in my living room. I suppose you could light those,” Wanda says, handing you the lighter over the counter.
“Sure,” you say, and armed with Wanda’s multi-purpose lighter and your phone’s flashlight, you step carefully toward the living room.
Wanda doesn’t follow immediately. For a moment, she just stands at her kitchen counter, watching you walk away, just barely making out the switch of your hips as you go. Her heart is still beating a little faster than she’d like, and she takes a steadying breath to calm it.
This is nothing, she tells herself. She just needed to wait out the storm. Surely, the storm would end soon, the power would come back on, and then you’d be on your way. And Wanda wouldn’t have to think about any of the weird feelings that had been stirring inside her since you arrived.
Wanda grabs her wine glass, and yours, just to be nice, balancing the wine bottle in the crook of her elbow as well as she followed you into her living room.
You’d lit all of Wanda’s scented candles by the time she got there, filling the room with a mix of spicy and sweet scents.
“Hope it’s okay, I just lit them all,” you say. “Figured we needed all the light we could get, even if we have to settle for a small migraine in the process,”
“That’s fine,” Wanda says, walking over to her coffee table and setting the bottle of wine down. “I grabbed your wineglass for you, by the way,”
“Oh, thank you,” you take the glass from Wanda’s hand, downing another sip. Her eyes betray her, watching the way your lips wrap around the glass. She rips her eyes away as soon as she can snap out of it, and takes a seat on the couch.
Much to her chagrin (and okay, maybe a twinge of excitement as well), you cross the room too, sitting next to Wanda on the couch. There’s a respectable amount of space between the two of you now, but Wanda swears she can feel your body heat, and she can definitely smell your perfume, the sweet fragrance somehow coming through despite the scented candles assaulting her senses.
Wanda takes another dreg from her wineglass, hoping for some liquid courage. And the odds seem to be in her favor, a soft buzz starting to set in her head.
“So, uh, what made you want to leave California?” Wanda asks, needing desperately to fill the silence, to give her mind something to focus on that was not the divine-smelling woman beside her.
You shrug, tracing your finger around the lip of your glass. “A mix of things. I wanted the change of scenery, yes, but…I also think my little one will fair better here, rather than the big city we left behind,”
“How old is she?” Wanda asks. “Your daughter?”
You smile. “She just turned six,”
“Oh, she’s just a baby,” Wanda coos, momentarily forgetting herself.
“Yeah,” your smile broadens. “But she was having trouble when she first started school. The kids were mean. Which is crazy. I know that kids can be mean, but I figured she wouldn’t have to worry about that until hell, at least the third grade. But now, you’re telling me kids start getting mean in kindergarten?” you sigh, shaking your head.
“Anyway, I figured moving here would be better. And so far for her, it has been. She’s making so many new friends, and I can tell she’s happy here. And that’s what matters to me the most. My little bug’s happiness,”
Wanda feels herself smiling, a tightness in her chest. “You sound like a good mom,” she says softly.
“I try to be, at least,” you reply. “I try to be as involved as I possibly can. Joined the PTA because I wanted to feel like I was contributing to something, you know? And I’ve always loved to bake, so…imagine my shock when I start baking for the PTA meetings, and everyone’s telling me I could be on Master Chef or something,”
A week ago, Wanda would’ve seen this as humble bragging, and rolled her eyes, but maybe it was due to the wine swirling through her bloodstream; turning all her feelings around and making her feel soft and gooey. Instead, she smiles, even throws in a chuckle as she moves closer.
“You wanna hear something so deeply petty?” she asks, pretty sure she was slurring a bit as she spoke.
Your eyes light up. “Sure,”
Wanda’s grin deepens. “I actually loved your sticky buns last week. But I was…I dunno…in competition with you for so long. Because last year, everyone cared about the baked goods I would bring in, and I felt like a hero. Didn’t wanna share the limelight or admit that someone else could also be good at what I was good at,” Wanda takes a breath. “…and I couldn’t just be a woman and tell you that I thought you were good. I just had to keep competing,”
You smile sadly at her. “But you’re good too, Wanda. You’re great. And I didn’t come here looking for enemies. You know that, right?”
Wanda swallows hard, her cheeks blushing, and she takes another sip of wine as if that would steady her. “I know,” she says. “And I’m sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t try to be friends from the start,”
Your smile goes soft and you reach out, taking Wanda’s hand and giving it a squeeze. “That’s okay. I still like you. I have all this time, I’m not gonna stop now,”
Those words seem to do irrefutable damage to Wanda’s nervous system and her blush reaches her ears. She clears her throat, reaching for the wine bottle and upending the rest of it into her glass, once again, pulling a beautiful, amused laugh from your lips.
The next hour is spent just like that; the two of you drinking wine while telling each other everything about your respective lives. At some point, you’d both caved and had some of the food, throwing compliments back and forth about your respective dishes.
Somehow, you’ve reached the subject of your respective baking, and you’re now engaged in a clean argument about what makes the best apple turnovers. Wanda even finds herself spilling a few of her baking secrets, entrusting you with this information. In that moment, Wanda felt like she could tell you anything and her secrets would be safe with you. Then again, she was two and a half wine glasses deep by now.
“…I actually add a hint of spice to my icing,” Wanda says.
Your eyes seem to bug at this revelation. “No! Really?”
“Not a lot, not enough that you can even taste it, really. Just…a pinch,” Wanda holds up her thumb and index finger to indicate this. “Of paprika or pepper. But you have to get the measurements just right. If it’s even just a little unbalanced, you’re gonna have some really disgusting icing, and everything is ruined,”
You chuckle again and Wanda playfully shoves your shoulder. “You think it’s dumb, don’t you?” she accuses.
“No, no, not at all! I actually think it’s really innovative,” you reply, eyes widening in earnest. “I remember the apple turnovers you brought in a couple weeks ago, and I thought the icing was really good. Like, the best I’d ever tasted,”
“Now, you know my big secret,” Wanda says “Don’t you dare go running for the hills and telling everybody, because I’m not above hunting you down,”
“Don’t worry, Wanda,” you giggle. “Your secret’s safe with me,”
“Good,” Wanda leans closer, squinting playfully at you. “Because trust me, I know how to make people disappear. Or I know how to find people to make other people disappear. I’m very determined. I’m crafty,” Wanda was very sure she was slurring now, but she was too tipsy to care.
“That, I believe,” you say softly, and Wanda thinks it’s her imagination, the way you give her a once-over. It’s quick, but Wanda can feel the burn slowly spread through her entire body as you check her out. That was you checking her out, wasn’t it? Certifiably, it was.
Wanda swallows hard, her own eyes drinking you in. Your glossy eyes and flushed cheeks, beautifully backlit from the glow of the candles. You were so damn beautiful. And in that moment, it was the only thing Wanda could think about. The only thing she could focus on.
Which is probably why she doesn’t stop herself from reaching out, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. And you lean into the touch, as if you’d expected it, your eyes flicking up, gazing at Wanda through your lashes.
Wanda can feel her heart beating against her ribs, following the motion with her eyes as she tucks your hair on the other side too, then lets her hand drop to your shoulder and slide down your arm. Your breath trips as she does, and it’s music to Wanda’s ears.
“Wanda…” you murmur, leaning further into Wanda’s space.
“Y/n…” she responds, her own voice sounding foreign to her own ears. She doesn’t think she’s ever heard it sound this husky before.
And because her wandering hand seems to have a mind of its own, it drops to your waist, cupping and pulling you closer, until your forehead just barely brushes hers.
She swallows hard, her eyes darting to your lips and then back to your eyes. Her brain fizzes as she watches your eyes follow the same trail. And then, you were meeting her gaze again, pupils completely blown. She knows it’s from the alcohol affecting her too, but she tells herself that in that moment, this was mutual. That you were just as attracted to her as she was to you. That you wanted to kiss her just as badly as she wanted to kiss you. Because in that moment, Wanda wanted to kiss you so badly. And so that’s exactly what she does.
Wanda closes the gap, her lips connecting with yours in a soft, tentative press. It’s chaste, just Wanda testing the waters. Not even enough for you to kiss her back. When she pulls away to gauge your reaction, your eyes are still closed, lips still softly puckered. You wait one second, two, before letting your eyes flutter open and catch on Wanda’s.
You stare into each other’s eyes, an entire silent conversation being had in that three-second window, and then, your hand was reaching up, cupping Wanda’s face. And she was tilting her head, leaning into you again, and stealing another kiss from your lips.
This one is deeper, longer. Wanda has a game plan this time, and it’s to pull as many wonderful sounds from your lips as she can. She starts by tilting her head back the other way, changing the angle. And this succeeds in pulling a soft noise from your mouth. Both of Wanda’s hands are on your waist now, and she pulls you into her. In the process, you lose your balance, stumbling on top of Wanda and bringing her down with you. The back of Wanda’s head hits the arm of the couch with a soft thud and she grunts.
“Sorry,” you mumble. “I didn’t mean—“
“Shh,” Wanda kisses you again. “It’s fine, get up here,” she takes you by the hips, pulling you firmly onto her lap, and you gasp, your hands finding purchase on either side of Wanda’s head.
“You’re so beautiful,” Wanda murmurs against your lips as she breaks another kiss to trail her mouth down your neck instead. “So, so beautiful,”
To Wanda’s great relief, you tip your head back, giving her free real estate of your neck. And god, she takes it. Her mouth is greedy as it trails hot, open-mouthed kisses down your heated skin, sure to leave marks in her wake.
“Wanda, oh god,” you moan, and Wanda can feel your hips shift against hers, looking for friction.
Wanda groans, biting down at the skin above your collar and making you moan. Her hands go under your sweater then, feeling the soft skin of your stomach. She pauses her onslaught of kisses to pull back and look at your face.
“Lift your arms for me?”
You nod without argument, lifting your arms and letting Wanda slide the sweater up and over your head. She’s careful to avoid the lit candles on the coffee table as she discards it. For a moment, she just lets her eyes scan your torso, then, she’s reaching for the clasp of your bra, snapping it off with one finger, staring at your perfect breasts when the material falls away.
“Baby girl, you’re a vision,” Wanda says before leaning in, kissing your throat, the peak of your shoulder, your arm, the valley between your breasts.
Your head lulls back, soft sighs escaping your lips, transitioning into moans when Wanda finally wraps her lips around one of your nipples. She hums into your skin, swirling her tongue around the peak, and pulling a soft cry from your lips. You rock your hips harder against Wanda, and her hands dig into your hips as she guides your movements.
“Wanda,” you moan, your hands digging into the other woman’s shoulders. “More, I need more…please…I wanna touch you too,”
Wanda releases your breast with a soft pop, then kisses your jaw, then your lips. “Then touch me too, pretty baby,” she drawls.
And you do just that, ridding Wanda of the flowy top she’d been wearing, her bra too. Wanda pulls herself to an upright position, and when her bare breasts press against your own, she moans.
“Shit, baby,” Wanda murmurs, her teeth nipping at your neck as her hips buck up into you, chasing the pleasure. “You feel so—“ Wanda cuts off with a soft ‘oof’ as you press her down against the couch cushion.
“I wanna go down on you,” you breathe against Wanda’s neck before kissing it. “Tell me I can. Please,”
Wanda’s heart is a riot in her chest and as she looks up at you, the way your chest rises and falls quickly, your beautiful chest wet from her mouth, desire pools in her gut and between her thighs.
You grin cheekily in response. Shit, now there’s a shit-eating grin. Wanda watches, her own chest heaving as you kiss your way down her body. Your fingers skillfully pop open the button of her jeans and slide the zipper down before pulling the fabric down Wanda’s legs. Wanda kicks them off, impatiently, letting them join the other discarded clothes on the living room floor.
You smile at Wanda’s panties and she thanks any god that will listen that she’d chosen cute underwear today. Hot pink cheekies to be exact. Not like she was expecting anything to happen at tonight’s PTA meeting. She’d just plainly wanted to feel cute. But that split second decision had definitely made all the difference, the look in your eyes close to feral, darkened with desire as you settled yourself between Wanda’s legs.
You place a kiss to each of Wanda’s trembling thighs before sliding her panties down at an agonizingly slow pace and, god, she couldn’t remember the last time she’d been this turned on by another person. Probably never. She hadn’t dated anyone in the year since she’d separated from the boys’ father. And a lot of that came from the fear of being a late bloomer lesbian in her late thirties. The only action she got was from her vibrator, and even that was becoming infrequent due to having little free time.
But this? This carnal burn she got as this beautiful woman rid her of her underwear, hot breath sliding just where Wanda needed it the most. She’d never felt this. And in that moment, she never wanted to feel anything else.
Your tongue licks a wet stripe up Wanda’s center, ending at her clit, and a curse escapes her lips. In reply, you smile and repeat the motion. And then you open her up with your tongue, lips working her over good and proper, breath fanning over her thighs.
Wanda’s gaze shot to her living room ceiling, her back bowing as delicious pressure tightened her stomach. Her hand snags on your scalp, pulling at your hair, which makes you moan into her, which makes Wanda moans again.
“Dear god, baby girl,” Wanda moans, her teeth catching on her lower lip. Wanda didn’t think there were words for how absolutely skilled your mouth was. She didn’t think she could find them if there were. Her hips rock in time with your ministrations, bucking up against your mouth. She was determined to keep her eyes open, her gaze on the ceiling, but when you sucked on her clit, hard enough to make her knees buckle, she cried out and her eyes squeezed shut.
She tried to focus on something else to keep herself from coming right then and there. Anything else. But everything else was bringing her closer too. Your perfume surrounded her and your hands, currently under her thighs and guiding her to rock against her mouth over and over and over, were about to send Wanda to an early grave.
“Taste so sweet,” you mumble against her, your tongue flicking forward and back before exploiting that one spot that had made Wanda about lose it the first time. “Sweeter than anything I’ve ever tasted. So hot and perfect,”
So Wanda really, really liked dirty talk. And now she found, she especially liked it when you were the one speaking. One more perfectly filthy phrase like that and she was liable to come apart at the seams.
And you, as if you were a mind reader, immediately rose to the challenge. “Come on, sweetheart. You’re so close. I know you want to come and I wanna give it to you. Taste so good, let me take you there,” and Wanda was no match for the velocity at which her orgasm hit her then.
Her body shakes, her vision going completely white. She thinks she may have screamed your name, but she’s not sure, all the blood rushing to her head now. Your mouth doesn’t stop moving until Wanda does, and when she does, you finally come up for air, chin glistening.
Wanda’s hand darts out, sliding around the back of your head and pulling your mouth to hers, paying no mind to the fact that your mouth was wet with the taste of her.
Wanda’s hands are greedy, and she paws at the remainder of your clothing, wanting you to be just as naked as she was. And you oblige her, sliding off your jeans and underwear, and slotting a leg between Wanda’s thighs to give her something to grind against. She immediately takes the bait, moaning when your thigh lines up perfectly with her center.
But she wants to pull the same noise from your lips, so she does the same, her thigh sliding in right where you need her, pulling a guttural moan from your lips.
“Fuck me,” Wanda practically growls, one hand sliding around to squeeze the swell of your ass. “Please,”
“You don’t have to ask me twice,” you breathe against her neck, before lifting your hips and bringing them back down, stirring up delicious friction that makes Wanda bite her lip.
Wanda mimics your movements, moaning at the slide of your wetness against her thigh, hers against yours. And your mouth has already gotten to work, sliding all over Wanda’s neck and chest and making her eyes roll back.
But it wasn’t just that, it was everything: your breasts sliding against Wanda’s with every move, your hands gripping her waist, the heat against her thigh as you grind against her. And you were so wet. She could feel it, feel you, with every pass.
“Wanna make you come,” Wanda pants, taking both your hands in hers, entwining your fingers.
You nod, soft pants escaping your lips now. “I’m so…I’m so close, Wanda. I’m so—“
“Look at me,” Wanda breathes. “Wanna watch you do it,”
You do as she says, meeting her eyes, and within seconds, you were falling apart completely. The sensation starts between your thighs, spreading out toward the rest of your body, and sending a fiery tingle up your spine. Your eyes roll back, a gorgeous moan tearing from your throat, and it’s the most beautiful thing Wanda’s ever seen and heard.
She kisses you everywhere: your neck, your lips, your temple, your shoulder. She keeps kissing you, slowly dragging you back down to earth, the reality of everything you’d just done together on her living room sofa.
You collapse on top of her, your head seeking refuge in her neck as you catch your breath, your hearts rapid and beating out of sync from each other.
Wanda’s hand goes to the back of your head, smoothing your unruly hair down. And in turn, you nuzzle against her neck before placing a kiss there. Wanda smiles, wrecked and sated. “That was incredible,”
“That doesn’t even feel like the right word, honestly,” you say with a breathless laugh before lifting your head to smile down at the woman beneath you.
Wanda raises a brow. “Incredible isn’t the right word?”
“Too small,” you shake your head. “I was thinking more along the lines of astonishing, extraordinary…”
“I was thinking you’re a dork,” Wanda says, but there’s an absence of malice in her voice. In fact, she cups your face and pulls you in for another kiss.
That seems to be the moment that the power decides to come back on, an abrupt stop to the atmosphere that had settled over the two of you. Wanda looks up at you then, thinking you’re even more beautiful in the light.
Shying away from Wanda’s gaze, you look around her living room and clear your throat. “Well, there goes the power. I guess we should…snuff out all these candles now?”
It’s also then that Wanda realizes that the rain outside has also stopped. The storm was over, and thus, so was the power outage. But Wanda didn’t want this to end. Whatever this was. She was sexually attracted, yes. But she also wanted to wake up with you tomorrow. Make you breakfast. Make you laugh. Listen to all your stories, all your anecdotes. And just enjoy your company.
“Or…” she says, placing a finger under your chin to turn your face back toward her. “We could pretend we hadn’t noticed the power came back on. Keep doing…what we were doing?” She punctuates her coy question with a kiss on your shoulder. “I mean…” Kiss. “…unless you have…” Kiss. “…somewhere else…” Kiss. “…you need to be?” Kiss.
With each kiss, Wanda makes her way further up until the final kiss ends on your lips. You smile into it, chasing Wanda’s lips before she pulls away.
“Nothing that important,” you breathe. “You could say I’ve cleared my schedule,”
“How fortunate for me,” Wanda says, giving you another kiss before gently extricating herself from beneath you. You shamelessly watch her naked form strut over to the light switch, and the last thing you see is that sexy smirk before she flips the switch, plunging her living room back into darkness.
“Now,” she practically purrs as she makes her way back to the couch, knees bracketing your hips as she climbs on top of you, delighting in the way your breath hitches immediately. “Where were we?”
people always talk about someone getting fucked stupid but what about a top going stupid while fucking someone? their brain shuts off and they just become a horny mutt with the only goal of getting off as hard as they can, breeding their sub. incoherent whimpers and moans of pure lust and desire. just a thought
sighhh dana calling herself emma's mama during sex and emma getting guiltier than dana over it. guilty that it makes her squirm, makes her clench around dana's thick strap, makes her whiny and desperate. yes, please, mama, please, want my mama— n-need my mama—
and dana just groaning, fucking harder into her adorable little thing, watching where her strap sinks into emma's pretty little pussy. yeahh, oh, baby, I know. mama's here. does that feel so good? can you feel mama in here? she murmurs, pressing a palm over the bottom of emma's soft stomach, fucking in so deep as tears start to slip down emma's temples. all of mama's love in that pretty little tummy? shh, shh, that's it, good girl.. my girl.
having all of the power in bed but still managing to sound like i’m the one begging for my life. whining and shuddering against her mouth as we kiss. coming undone just looking at her beneath me. muttering, “Please, please, please. I need you. Oh my god, fuck, I need you, baby,” into her neck as i slide the strap in and out of her. begging for her even when she’s right there at my mercy. it’s the fact that she looks so perfect, i can’t believe she let’s me touch and see her like that
Just woke up thinking about Wanda putting the harness on her good girl for a change. Usually she’s the one wearing it, but there’s something about the way she desires you this time. Conducting her own personal experiment.
She’s sitting on the bathroom counter and helping you fasten the straps around your hips. She pulls you closer by the front of the harness until the strap is teasing her entrance. Watching you and that fascinated look as you glance between your bodies. It’s cute, the excitement on your face and shyness tensing your shoulders.
Wanda reaches for your neck and kisses below your ear before directing you, “Go slow baby. I just wanna try something new.” And she pulls you into her by your lower back.
The moment the dildo pushes into her, stretching her perfectly, she takes in a sharp breath and tenses. You can feel it and you stop, so once again, she directs you, “Keep going detka.”
And you do, inching in slowly until your hips meet hers. She’s barely sitting on the edge of the counter while she uses your body for support. This was new to the both of you. But you would do anything Wanda asked if it made her feel good. And secretly Wanda was curious about this particular dildo she would use on you. It had a little more girth with veins running through it for a better sensation.
The both of you seemed to get what neither of you were expecting when you bottomed out and pushed back in. The moan that came from Wanda was the definition of sinful. Deep and long to match the same way you were stroking her.
Your favorite sound in the world and yet it sounded so foreign this time. Wanda typically has control over herself. Sounding breathy and shaky as she climaxes, but this, something about it was even more addicting. So you do it again, dragging out the toy and snapping your hips back into her repeatedly. This time she clings to you along with her moans. It’s desperate and needy as she wraps her legs around you, “Fuck baby. Keep-keep fucking mommy like that.” It’s rare she can’t get out her words. There’s something about the way she sounds and the way her head drops to your shoulder before throwing it back with a long groan. There’s something about the way her tits bounce with each thrust as she leans back. There’s something about the breaths she has to take just so she can finish her sentence. Yet somehow she’s still willing to taunt her precious baby. “Is this how you feel when I fuck you baby? Needy and full, but still wanting more?”
You may be the one fucking into her but she still knows how to slip you into that fuzzy headspace that desires to please her. “Answer me.” She demands when you stay silent with awe. You’d think your brain could muster up a more confident “yes” but it comes out with a pathetic squeak.
“You’re just mamas pretty little cock slut, aren’t you?” You nod your head, it was all you could do as you felt yourself throb and clench around nothing. “I can see why. You feel so fucking good inside me baby. Don’t stop. You’re being such a good girl for mama.”
And that’s how it went until you made Wanda cum. She’d degrade you for how much you liked to be fucked with the same strap inside of her and praise you for being her perfect good girl while doing it.
i have the hardest time focusing on a task once i start stressing about something. the problem is, once i start stressing about one thing, it starts this whole chain of a million things to stress about. SO in that spirit, i raise you a new wanda drabble inspired by my (sometimes) inability to reign in all my chaotic thoughts.
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you had plans to ‘do the naughty’ with your girlfriend after work. you were looking forward to it your whole shift, never able to fully focus on the current task because you kept thinking about wanda inside you.
your belly curled with excitement on the drive home.
her hands, her lips.
she would be waiting for you since she always got home before you did.
kissing along your neck, murmuring how pretty you are beneath her.
you push down harder on the gas pedal. 15 more minutes till you would be in her arms. it felt like eternity.
her hands caressing along your naked torso, trailing down your thighs, then up, then—
traffic appears ahead. you grumble to yourself, pressing on the brake. the last thing you want is any delays.
as you stop and go amongst all many cars on the road, you find your mind wandering. this time to life’s stresses and responsibilities.
you had homework to do still. shit, wasn’t one assignment due tonight? you also meant to clean your bathroom today. oh - and the laundry.
fuck.
your car registration was expiring soon too. that needs to get renewed asap. that also means that there’s the car emissions test you needed to pass. you’ll have to make an appointment.
the rest of the drive home was a blur as you find yourself lost in thought. by the time you make your way into the house, you feel sufficiently wound up at all the responsibilities you needed to take care of.
“hi, baby.” wanda greets you warmly as she meets you in the kitchen.
“hi.” you murmur back with a gentle smile. she folds you into her loving embrace and kisses the top of your head. when she pulls back, her eyes are dancing with knowing mischief.
she stares for several seconds longer—assessing you no doubt when you don’t appear to be matching her energy.
“something the matter?” she presses gently. she holds your body close to hers still, unwilling to let go.
of course she can sense something was wrong. she can read you better than anybody else can.
you exhale, shaking your head as you scrub one hand over your face.
“no, ‘mm fine. just stressing a little bit.” you respond honestly. you knew there was no point in trying to hide your feelings.
“about?” she presses again, her hands sliding tenderly up your sides and then back down your hips.
“just.. stuff. i dunno, there’s a lot going on in my head.” your reply is vague. you didn’t want to risk hashing out everything and pivoting the direction of how this evening was supposed to go.
she hums in acknowledgment. her eyes are still holding yours with warm understanding. you almost melt on the spot as you stare into her green eyes.
wordlessly, she steps around you, taking your hand and guiding you to your shared bedroom. you follow behind silently, trying your hardest to push all the stressful thoughts away.
it doesn’t work too well.
you need to do your homework. if you put it off any longer, it may never get done. also the laundry simply cannot wait. your basket has been overflowing since sunday. did wanda buy more scent beads? you didn’t like doing laundry without them, and—
“hey, are you still with me?” wanda’s fingers lift your chin to look at her. you’re now standing at the end of your bed.
you nod your head, your eyes a bit wide with everything on your mind. “yes, sorry.”
she takes you in, eyes traveling over your face, down your body and then back up again.
“lay down for me.” she instructs gently, turning to head into the walk-in closet. there was a chest in there that had an impressive growing collection of toys.
you obey her almost immediately as if on auto pilot. you lay back half propped against the stacked decorative pillows.
when wanda returns, she holds your favorite pink dildo in one hand and a vibrator in the other.
she crawls up the bed, her body covering yours. she descends slowly, and when her lips press against yours, it’s gentle and sweet. you kiss her back, wanting to be in this moment with her but finding yourself unable to completely focus.
it’s almost as if she can feel your energy.
“tell me what’s on your mind.” she pulls away. it’s not a question. her hands run along your torso again, this time more firmly. you know she’s trying to ground you in this moment. she’s completely undeterred by your apparent distractedness.
you exhale slowly, and then open your mouth.
“i’m just really stressed. i can’t stop thinking about what all i have to do. i’ve been putting things off thinking i’ll remember the next day but then i never do and now i feel like i need to do everything right now. there’s so much laundry in my basket, at least two loads, and i can’t remember if we bought new scent beads. i also need to clean the bathroom. it’s been too long since i’ve cleaned my sink—like two weeks. i know there’s dust build up. and i have this homework assignment i’ve been dreading and now it’s due tonight and…”
wanda lets you get through your whole list. she doesn’t interrupt or rush you. by the end of your explanation, you’re slightly winded and sufficiently wound up again just like you were in the car.
she doesn’t say anything, her expression smooth and unbothered. in this moment, she’s your polar opposite. calm, collected, unhurried and present.
her left thumb strokes the sliver of exposed skin along your stomach.
“my, that’s a lot of things going through your head, hmm?” her tone was smooth—empathetic. her caress travels higher, her hand dipping under your shirt to explore more bare skin.
you nod, a small pout forming on your lips. you can feel yourself slowly melting into this moment.
everything about her was captivating. her calm presence almost demanded your attention—in a quiet way of course. it was like your body had no choice but to mimic her energy as she held you so intently.
she kisses your pout, then sits back on her calves. her gaze is intent on yours as she hooks her fingers into your pants. she’s slow, almost painfully so as she pulls them down your legs along with your panties. she discards them to the side.
all of her movements are slow and steady as she parts your legs, her palms pressed firmly against your thighs.
“stay here with me, baby.” her fingers tease along your inner thighs.
“mommy’s going to tell you what we’re gonna do, hmm?” one hand continues to stroke the soft skin of your thigh as the other pushes your shirt further up your stomach, exposing you to the cool air.
her palm lays flat against your sternum as she glides it down to your pubic bone.
it was becoming more difficult to remember what you were stressing about.
“now—“ she reaches somewhere to the side of you, but you’re too busy getting lost in her eyes to follow what she was doing.
you hear the low buzz of the vibrator.
your body shifts in anticipation.
she moves carefully as she places it so gently against your slit, running it up and down the sensitive folds there.
“here’s what’s going to happen.” she presses the vibrating head firmly against your clit. you gasp, your hips bucking into her hand. she slides it back down your slit.
“first, i’m going to fuck you.” your breath hitches. hearing her say it so nonchalantly makes your tummy curl.
“then we’ll clean up.” she slides the head back up to your clit, lingering there for a couple seconds before sliding back down.
“then we’re going to do your homework—together. you know mommy always wants to help her little girl.” she coos, the vibrator now building a soft rhythm as she glides it up and down your slit. her eyes are still intent on yours.
“after your homework, you can start the laundry and i’ll help you clean the bathroom. it is half mine anyways.” her gaze flicks down to your exposed pussy. she presses the head against your clit again. this time when your hips buck into her, she lets you grind yourself against it.
she pulls it away right when you start to sink into the sensation. you whine softly in protest. your hand slides along your thigh to reach for her free hand.
she grabs it, interlacing your fingers together.
the vibe finds your slit again, resuming its previous pattern.
“when we’re done with that, we can go online and make that appointment for the emissions test…”
she glides the head of the vibrator over your clit again, this time swirling it in small circles.
you moan, feeling yourself become lost in sensation versus coherent thought.
“and once all of that is taken care of, we’ll make a nice, yummy dinner. how’s that sound?” she presses the vibe firmly against your clit again. your hand squeezes hers, your brows knitting together in pleasure. you were surprised at how close you already were.
“um—“ you try to respond—try to think clearly.
fuck, it feels so good.
what did she ask you again?
“…yeah. okay.” you manage to breath out, your hips grinding against the toy.
“okay…what? what’s the plan, baby? i want to hear you say it.” she encourages. it wasn’t to be cruel as much as she wants you to repeat it to yourself so the plan feels more solidified in your mind.
“um… doing h-homework. starting laundry…mm..” she lets go of your hand, her fingers finding your now wet hole. she teases your opening with gentle pressure.
“fuck—um. cleaning the bathroom… booking the appointment.” you gasp as she slides two fingers inside you. paired with the vibrator you could feel you were getting so close.
“making dinner!” you manage to get out, your hands fisting the comforter beneath you.
her fingers are barely moving, just slowly sliding in and out. you can hear how wet you’ve become.
“did you purposely leave out the first part when i said i would fuck you?” she sounds more teasing this time, her fingers curling against your g spot.
“no!” you gasp, your hips rolling into her hand.
“say it.” she commands, her fingers pulling out and then sliding back into your warmth.
“fuck—mmf. fuck me—please, mommy, fuck me!” you beg, now feeling desperate for more.
“good girl.” she purrs.
you didn’t see her grab it, but suddenly when she enters you again, it’s the dildo instead of her fingers. you whine at the stretch.
it feels so good—
she’s not slow or gentle now as she fucks the dildo in and out of your wet cunt.
you squirm on her cock, your eyes watering at the overwhelming pleasure blooming in your body.
all your worries were long forgotten by now. they would be taken care of later. wanda would always take care of you.
“still worried about getting everything done?” she asks, already knowing the answer.
“no mommy!” tears rolls down your cheeks now, your head thrown against the pillows in ecstasy.
“no. that’s right. mommy’s got you, baby. mommy will always take care of her little girl.” she praises you, the brutal pace and rhythm of the faux cock moving in and out of you along with the vibrator on your clit was almost too much.
you sob for her, fucked out in utter bliss.
she encourages you to cum for her, maintaining the perfect pace through your orgasm. she doesn’t stop until you’re whining and pawing at her to stop.
only then does she give you a little break. she turns off the vibe and sets it aside, but she doesn’t take the dildo out of you. she continues pushing it in and out of your pussy—so slowly and so gently now.
she fucks you until she can tell there are no more coherent thoughts running through your mind.
“oh god please i need more please baby its so deep but i need more please baby, uh uh oh god yes baby, i can take it just please make me cum again i need you to make me cum, uh uh uh oh fuck oh fuck yes god fuck baby you so deep inside me, yes harder baby fuck my pussy harder till i make a fucking mess all over you, uh uh fuck ruin my pussy baby this pussy is all yours i need it god please, oh my god baby im so full im so fucking full baby uhhh, take my pussy baby its all yours god you fuck me so good, fuck my pussy is so stretched out for you baby you stretch me out so good oh my god, now make me cum please baby make me cum on you, i wanna show you how much of a good girl i can be and come for you baby please baby”
SUMMARY: In this crossover story, a young woman presents her girlfriend with a bottle of Gravidade, to indulge in their mutual love of pregnancy. However, just after her girlfriend drinks it, the young woman encounters a mysterious light that triggers similar effects...
(Contains: rapid pregnancy, mutual pregnancy, lesbian sex, birth, strong language, and more. Reader discretion advised)
Word Count: ~10k
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"Happy Valentine's Day, babe!"
Lana grinned as she approached her girlfriend Gabby, who was sitting on the couch. She had a small package in her hands, wrapped in pink paper and ribbons.
Gabby gasped in surprise. "Babe!! You shouldn't have! I thought we agreed we weren't gonna do gifts this year..."
"Well, I couldn't help it with this one," Lana said, sitting down beside her partner. She handed Gabby the gift. "You'll see once you open it..."
Excitedly, Gabby tore away the packaging, wondering what could be inside. When it was revealed, her eyes and mouth went wide with awe. It was a purple drink bottle.
"Is this...?" she started.
Lana nodded. "It sure is!"
Gravidade was a mysterious drink that became world-famous after women across two towns drank it and became suddenly pregnant. Bottles of it had appeared at the doorsteps of all women of child-bearing age, with no known trace.
However, not all of the drinks were consumed. After it was discovered what Gravidade did to a woman, many remaining bottles were disposed of... and a number of others were saved to be sold on the black market.
"How did you manage to get a bottle?!" Gabby exclaimed.
"I did have to jump through some hoops, and pay a pretty penny..." Lana said. "But it's worth it for you."
The thing was, both Gabby and Lana had a thing for pregnancy. It was part of what made them compatible as a couple. After hearing the Gravidade story on the news, both women had an insatiable desire to get their hands on a bottle of it. Gabby, who had always dreamed of being pregnant herself, was especially interested. A quick and easy way to swell up with babies? It seemed too good to be true.
The two simply sat for a while, enjoying the moment, considering the possibilities. Gabby played with the bottle in her hands, reading the label carefully. She seemed giddy.
Eventually, she looked up at Lana and said, "I...think I wanna try it, like...right now."
"I thought you might say that!" Lana giggled. She leaned in and gave Gabby a peck on the cheek. "I cleared our schedule for the day. If you're ready, then I'm down."
"Okay...!" Gabby said. She held up the bottle and grabbed the cap. After taking a deep breath, she cracked the seal open. She chuckled, both nervous and excited. "Whew...shit, I can't believe this is actually happening right now..."
Lana rested a hand on her girlfriend's thigh as she opened up the bottle. It was a lot to take in, but they both knew that if they spent too long overthinking it, they'd probably never actually go through with it.
"All right...bottoms up," Gabby declared. She lifted the bottle of Gravidade up to her mouth and took a hearty swig.
Lana watched eagerly, waiting for the reaction. She smiled as her girlfriend's eyes went wide.
"Wow, this actually tastes amazing! Everyone online was right," Gabby exclaimed. She immediately went in for another big sip. When finished, she licked her lips and shook the bottle gently. "Shit, okay, that was like half the bottle."
She put the drink down on the table and sat back on the couch, wiping her clammy hands on the cushions.
"Now I guess we just wait," Lana said.
"Hooo...yeah," Gabby breathed. She put her hands on her lower belly. "Ha...I'm kinda scared..."
"Just enjoy it," Lana said, reaching over to pull Gabby in for a hug. "This is gonna be amazing."
"Thank you," Gabby murmured, embracing her girlfriend. "You know how long I've dreamed about this..."
The two sat there in each other's arms for a while. Lana rubbed Gabby's back while Gabby ran her fingers through Lana's silky hair. They held each other tenderly until Gabby made a small noise.
"Mm...hold on, I think..."
The two pulled apart, their hearts beginning to race. Lana watched as Gabby put a hand to her stomach.
"I definitely felt something..." Gabby said. "Like, warmth, or..."
Before Lana could respond, Gabby was pulling off her shirt. Lana blushed a bit as her girlfriend cast the garment aside and sat there in her bra, staring down at her stomach. "Okay, wait. Does it already look bigger to you...?"
Lana peered closely. "...Oh, wow, I think it does...!"
The two girls each gently put a hand on Gabby's lower abdomen. It was very warm, and bumping out almost imperceptibly. Put as they kept their hands there, they noticed her belly slowly starting to fill up more and more, until there was a definite swell.
"Are you trying to push your stomach out like that?" Lana asked quietly. "Or is it really...?"
"I'm not, it's really growing," Gabby said. She looked at Lana in awe. "...I'm actually pregnant."
After another moment, Gabby sat up and grabbed the bottle of Gravidade back up off the table. She nearly thrust it in Lana's face, saying, "...You should drink the other half. We can be pregnant together!"
Lana smiled, but gently pushed the bottle away. "Actually...I think you should have the rest."
Gabby furrowed her brow a bit. "But babe...are you sure?"
"This is probably the only time we'll get this chance, and I know you want to get as big as possible," Lana explained. "I'm happy just watching you grow."
Gabby blushed. She looked again at the bottle in her hand again. "Okay...fuck it, okay." Without another thought, she brought the bottle to her mouth and chugged the rest of the contents.
When she was done, she tossed the bottle to the ground, and Lana gave her a seductive look. "Now let's see just how pregnant you get."
Quickly getting excited, Gabby practically launched herself into Lana's arms. Any remaining anxiety melted away as the two pulled each other close and began making out on the couch. Lana indulged in the sweet smell of her girlfriend's hair, the soft skin of her exposed back.
"I can't...believe this is real," Gabby panted between passionate kisses. Her breath caught briefly in her throat, and she glanced down. "Hh- fuck! I can feel it growing in there..."
Lana put a hand down on Gabby's belly. She lightly pressed her palm into it to try and feel the growth, but it was still subtle. "Do you...like how it feels? What's it like?"
"It feels great," Gabby said, humming a bit as Lana started to plant kisses on her neck and jawline. "I, like...can't even explain it, but I'm filling up...mmmhh..."
She shut her eyes and began to grind her hips into Lana. Her belly continued to swell, to the point where Lana started to feel it pressing against her own stomach, turning her on immensely. She continued to rub the growing mound.
After a few moments, Gabby sat up, panting. "Oh my god," she moaned, putting both hands on her belly, jutting it out to accentuate the growth. "Oh, it's growing so big!"
Lana felt her mouth getting dry as she stared at her girlfriend's pregnant belly, filling up before her very eyes. It was already the size of a grapefruit, and it seemed like the growth was only accelerating.
"I wanna feel it some more," Lana said. It was Gabby's turn to sit back as Lana lay forward, eye-level with her girlfriend's belly. Lana grasped Gabby's flanks and started planting kisses on her belly, yielding contented hums and sighs from the increasingly pregnant girl. She was amazed at how well the skin on her belly was holding up, so warm and still so soft and smooth. Lana kissed tenderly, yet firmly enough that she could gauge the tautness of Gabby's skin with her lips. It was magical, feeling the mass within her girlfriend's womb grow with each passing second.
Lana moved her kisses down, feeling more bold the hornier they both got. She started to unbutton Gabby's pants, and the latter grinned in anticipation. When Lana unlatched the button, her girlfriend's belly spilled forth, free to grow unrestrained. She tugged Gabby's pants down to her knees, but was stopped before she could get to the panties.
"Wait," Gabby blurted, voice airy. "Grab...my toy from our room. The pink one."
"Oh, you're so right..." Lana breathed, eyes widening. She immediately stood up, already turning for the bedroom. "I'll be right back, don't grow too much while I'm gone!"
Gabby giggled as Lana darted out of the room.
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Lana knew exactly where to look. She went to Gabby's nightstand, yanking open the bottom drawer. Inside were some massage oils, lubes, and a pink vibrating rabbit toy, which they had used many times before. She grabbed up a couple items, ready to make a quick turnaround, not wanting to waste a moment.
However, when she stood up, she was almost knocked back by a strange phenomenon. Outside the bedroom window, a sudden flash of light nearly struck Lana blind. She stumbled, but by the time she went to shield her eyes, the light had already dissipated. Confused, she blinked a couple times...but had no time to question anything.
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When Lana returned, Gabby was sprawled on the couch in just her underwear, staring down at a belly that now looked roughly seven months pregnant. Her eyes lit up as her girlfriend came back into the room.
"How are you feeling now?" Lana asked.
"Full," Gabby replied, rubbing big circles on her belly. "But I love watching the baby grow. It's better than I even expected."
"I love it too," Lana said. "Sorry if it took me a sec, I just got flashbanged in our room."
"...What?"
"This crazy flash of light came from outside," Lana explained. "I don't know. It was probably just my eyes adjusting, or something." She came over and knelt down in front of Gabby on the couch, cracking open a bottle of massage oil. "...Anyway, where were we?"
Gabby gave a half-lidded smile, adjusting her position and moving her hands to give Lana full access. "You were just telling me how much you love my pregnant belly."
"I love it so much," Lana gushed, squirting some oil onto her hand, then rubbing her palms together. "I always knew you'd look sexy with babies in you." She placed her hands palm-down on Gabby's expanding middle and began to rub. Gabby gasped as the cool substance touched her skin.
"Mmmm, babies?" Gabby cooed, emphasizing the plural. "How many did you give me?"
"Well, according to the bottle, you're gonna get pretty big." Lana said slyly. She rubbed her hands in wide circles, making sure that every inch of Gabby's gravid orb was smooth and glistening. She ran her thumb over her girlfriend's belly button as it began to flatten out from the expanding pressure behind it.
"Oooh, can't wait..." Gabby purred, shifting in her seat a bit. She put a hand up to her chest, noticing a bit of discomfort there. "Mmh- babe, help me take this bra off...it's cutting into me."
"Of course," Lana said. She moved her hands around to Gabby's back, where she deftly unlatched her girlfriend's bra (something she had a lot of experience in). Gabby pushed the straps off her shoulders, and the garment fell beside her on the couch. Her breasts spilled out, falling to either side of her pregnant belly. They were fuller, weighty, and the areola were dark and puffy.
"Ahh, that feels better," Gabby sighed with relief.
"Man, these have gotten bigger, too...!" Lana said in awe. She went to reach for them, but paused.
"Mmmh...like what you see?" Gabby flirted, wiggling her chest a bit. "Come on, give 'em a squeeze...they're really sensitive..."
"Hold on, sorry," Lana stammered, suddenly feeling off. There was a stirring in her abdomen. "I just need a sec..."
She sat back on her haunches, clutching her stomach. Something was...different. She looked down, and what she saw made her eyes go wide. "Wh...no way..."
"What is it?" Gabby asked, hearing the change in her girlfriend's tone.
Lana shook her head to make sure she wasn't hallucinating...but it was obviously real. "I'm...growing! Just like you, I'm fucking growing!"
Gabby immediately sat up as best she could. She looked down and saw that between Lana's tank top and shorts, a sliver of belly was just barely starting to push outward. It was rounding out, in exactly the same manner as hers just had. "Oh my god, you are..."
"H-how is this happening?!" Lana shrieked, scrambling to her feet. She rubbed and poked at her middle in a panic. "I didn't even drink the stuff!"
"So you're saying that you're...?"
"Pregnant...I think I'm actually pregnant."
"Babe...that means we're both pregnant..." Gabby breathed.
"I know! Was it because I was kissing you? Did I swallow some? Shit, what do I do?!"
"Babe!" Gabby shouted, getting Lana's attention back. She grabbed her girlfriend's waist and looked her in the eyes. "We're...both...pregnant...! Together!"
After seeing the lust in Gabby's eyes and realizing what she meant, Lana's sudden fears gave way to the fantasy once more. That's right...no matter how it happened, they were both pregnant now, like they'd always wanted. And at the rate they were growing, there was no time to waste with hesitation.
"...Fuck," was all Lana could muster before she sank down onto Gabby's lap, grabbing onto her face and kissing her passionately. Their bellies pressed together, Lana's barely a potbelly while Gabby's looked full term. The oil on Gabby's skin transferred onto Lana's, lubricating it the same way.
Their hips grinded, their tongues explored each other's mouths, all while their pregnant bellies grew in tandem and rubbed together. It was the horniest they'd ever felt, not only for their own pregnancies, but for their partner's. It was a scenario they'd only ever dreamed of, and they were about to take advantage of every moment.
"I love you," Lana gasped between sloppy kisses. "I didn't really expect this, but...I love it."
"Mmmh I love you too," Gabby moaned. "Oohh...squeeze my tits now, they're aching..."
Lana reached up and greedily sunk her fingers into Gabby's engorged breast, earning a yelp of pleasure. After a couple squeezes, fluid started to leak into her hand.
"Oh shit, you're making milk," Lana said breathily. "That's so hot." Without hesitating, she leaned down, taking Gabby's breast into her mouth and sucking.
Gabby arched her back as the feeling of Lana's lips on her nipple caused shocks of pleasure. "Oooh god yes! That feels so good...keep doing it!"
Lana continued to suckle, nibbling with her teeth and taking in milk. "I can't get over this...you taste incredible..."
Gabby grasped Lana's waist to steady them both. Glancing down, she slid one hand onto Lana's rapidly swelling belly, humming as she rubbed it. "Oh, your little belly is so cute..." Her fingertips brushed across the surface, handling the bump with care.
Her girlfriend unlatched, sitting back to admire their progress. "And yours is getting huge...!"
"God, you're right," Gabby said. She cradled the underside of her belly, now looking full with twins, bulging and rounding in all directions. "I feel so heavy...so much baby in me..."
"How many do you feel?" Lana asked, the two of them letting their hands explore the massive swell.
"Oooh, it's hard to tell..." Gabby murmured, swaying back and forth and gyrating her hips. "I think I feel two...no, three...!"
Lana gulped. The thought of her girlfriend carrying multiple babies...not to mention how many she might be carrying...she put her hands back on her own belly and caressed it in wonder. She looked like she could be entering her third trimester already...
"What does it feel like for you?" Gabby asked, noticing Lana's observations. She reached out and started to stroke her girlfriend's belly again.
"Mmmmh," Lana closed her eyes and leaned in, allowing Gabby to reach her growing belly better. "I totally feel full...and like, constantly fuller...and it feels really nice when you rub it." She breathed in deeply, jutting her middle farther out into Gabby's hands.
Gabby relished her partner's enjoyment of the unexpected pregnancy. She continued to feel up Lana's belly as she whispered, "I think I know something else that would feel nice..."
Lana opened her eyes again to see Gabby reaching for the pink rabbit toy, which had been momentarily forgotten in the heat of the moment. She bit her lip, insides tingling at the thought.
"I like the way you think," Lana said. "Why don't we take this to the bedroom?"
Gabby nodded in agreement- the couch was getting a bit crowded. She let Lana stand up first, then attempted to get up herself, but struggled. "Oof- help me up, babe."
Lana grabbed both of Gabby's hands and helped to pull her into a standing position, both girls grunting from the effort. Once they were up and facing each other, they took a moment to appreciate their bodies from the new angle. Lana looked full term with a single baby, whereas Gabby seemed ready to drop three. Amazingly, both girls were still growing, their bellies getting heavier by the moment.
"I'm so fucking big," Gabby said, groaning as she supported her belly with both hands, one now clutching their toy as well. "I don't know if I can move!"
"It'll be worth it once we get to the bedroom," Lana assured her, rubbing her back. "Now lemme see you waddle."
Grunting and moaning, Gabby moved forward, making heavy steps toward the bedroom. Lana followed behind, getting used to her own newfound weight. She glanced at her girlfriend's backside, eyebrows raising.
"Damn, did your ass get fatter, too?" Lana asked, feeling no better than a man.
"Oooh, I'm sure," Gabby said, voice deep and sultry. She reached back and squeezed at her own cheeks, fingers sinking into doughy flesh. "I'm filling up everywhere..."
Lana gnawed at her lip, her arousal reaching a boiling point.
The two made it to the bedroom, and Lana ushered Gabby up onto the bed. "Let's get you up there before you swell up any more."
Gabby climbed up onto the bed, crawling on her hands and knees toward the pillows. She just kept rubbing her belly, which swayed and heaved as it expanded, grazing the sheets below. She moaned, finally collapsing onto her elbows, face in a pillow. "Oooooh the babies, I feel them...they're moving around..."
Lana went up onto the bed as well, feeling crazy with desire as she watched her girlfriend in this state. Small lumps appeared and disappeared from Gabby's middle, evidence of the life within. She was in a state of fertility that was previously unfathomable, full to the brim with babies, having all but succumbed to the growth of her pregnancy. Not only that, but she had a pregnant girlfriend who was about to rail her so hard she'd see stars. Lana felt so wet she feared her panties may be soiled.
She approached Gabby from behind and put a hand between her legs, stroking her through her underwear. Gabby moaned louder, voice muffled a bit by the pillows.
Not feeling the need to waste time on more foreplay, Lana grabbed Gabby's panties and began to pull them down. Gabby angled her back and wiggled her hips to make it easier. Once the garment was cast aside, she spread her knees out to give Lana better access. Her pussy was glistening, practically begging for what was about to come.
Lana took the rabbit toy and turned on the vibration, hearing more noises of anticipation from her partner. She held the tip of the toy up against Gabby's sex, teasing her by moving it around slowly.
Gabby squirmed and seized. "Nnnghh- god, come on, give it to meeee, I need it so bad!"
"Are you gonna say 'please?'"
"Please!!"
It was no sooner than the word left Gabby's mouth that Lana plunged the toy deep into her. Gabby inhaled sharply, back arching even more as she was filled. Lana started a pumping rhythm, and Gabby moaned at the sensation.
Lana grinned, happy with her work. She thrust the toy into Gabby over and over, making sure to hit her most sensitive spots. She watched as her girlfriend's breasts and belly swayed back and forth with each hit, full and heavy.
After a while of this, Gabby turned her head a bit to look at Lana over her shoulder. "Babe...hhh...grab...my belly...haaahhhh...I need you to- mmh...rub it...while you fuck me!"
It was difficult for Lana to maneuver with her own gravid belly- now possibly sporting twins- in the way. But with some stretching and maneuvering, she was able to reach her free hand down and around, lightly smacking Gabby's belly and beginning to rub it.
"Ooooh..." Gabby cooed.
"That...feel good?" Lana panted, starting to sweat from exertion.
"Yes...it's been starting to feel...so tight- mmhhh!"
Lana watched as Gabby's face contorted. She was no doubt starting to feel overwhelmed with sensation...it motivated Lana, and she increased her efforts, gripping Gabby's belly more firmly and pounding her harder.
"Oh, babe...oh- OHHHH!" Gabby cried out, vocabulary shrinking as pleasure consumed her. Her tits dripped milk onto the bed as she swayed.
"Mmmgh, your belly's so tight..." Lana said, trying to get her girlfriend worked up even more. "So full and round...you're such a good momma..."
Gabby had fallen into delirious grunts, squeaks, and gasps for air. Sweat matted her hair to her neck and made her back shine. Her legs began to tremble as Lana pounded her even harder.
When she eventually fell silent and squeezed her eyes shut, Lana could tell that Gabby was getting close. She thrust the toy faster, then even faster, until her arm started to lose feeling.
At last, a loud moan escaped Gabby's throat as she climaxed. "Oh...I'm gonna...cuh...oooooOOOOAAAHHH!!"
Gabby's whole body tensed, and the toy was practically ejected from her, along with a substantial gush of fluid. Lana leaned back, knowing there was gonna be a big finish, but not expecting to be in the splash zone.
She sat back as Gabby reeled and twitched from the orgasm, the two needing a moment to catch their breath.
Eventually, Lana started to say, "Wow, babe, that was—"
"I think that was my water breaking," Gabby croaked. She began to roll over, still recovering.
Lana was taken aback. "Wait, shit...I fucked you into labor? Already?"
Gabby turned onto her back, grimacing as she clutched her huge, heaving belly. "Fuck...yeah. Grab a towel."
Acting fast, Lana heaved her pregnant self off the bed, waddling to their dresser. As she pulled out a towel, Gabby moaned again, this time from discomfort.
"You okay?" Lana asked as she headed back to the bed.
"Yeah...that was definitely a contraction, big time. Hooo...."
Lana got back between Gabby's legs, patting around her vulva and the sheets with the towel, trying to soak up some of the fluid. "Okay, just breathe. It's game time."
"Ooh, this is all happening so fast..." Gabby whined. "Mmmmgghh!"
Lana watched as her girlfriend's massive belly tightened up with the contraction. It was no longer growing, further evidence that her pregnancy was nearing the end. It was unbelievable to watch...it really was all happening so fast. Lana started to get a bit sad, realizing their fun would soon be over...
Still, Gabby continued to grunt and moan. The contractions were coming quickly. "Hnnnghh...oh! Ahh!"
"What are you feeling, babe?" Lana asked, stroking her girlfriend's thigh comfortingly.
"So...much pressure," Gabby breathed, squirming around in unease. "It feels like they already wanna come out..."
"Does it hurt?"
"Kinda, but- ngggh- not as much as I thought," Gabby explained. "Just so...full and tight! Ghhh!"
Lana watched as her girlfriend bore down, and as her belly visibly shrank from the force. She was already trying to push...
"Hold on, I'm gonna move off the edge of the bed," Lana told her. "Scoot yourself over, I'll have a better angle to help you at."
She got out from between Gabby's legs and started moving to the side of the bed. As she did, she felt a sudden tightening in her own swollen belly. She gripped it, eyebrows furrowing. That...wasn't anything, right? Though, her belly seemed to have stopped growing, too...
Lana tried not to think about it as she got off the bed. She knelt at the bedside, waiting for Gabby to move over.
Meanwhile, Gabby was struggling. She'd turned her body a bit, shifting her hips, but quickly had to stop. "Ooooh...oh, babe, it's moving down, I can feel it!"
"Come on, it's okay," Lana encouraged. She grabbed onto Gabby's legs as she turned, helping her into position. She scooted over in front of Lana, ass right to the edge of the bed with her legs hanging over the sides. Lana was once more between her thighs, eye level with her crotch. Her sex was red and swollen.
Gabby grimaced and clutched her heaving mound of belly. "Hnnggh, here comes another contraction! Fuck, it feels like there's a- mmh- bowling ball down there!"
As her girlfriend strained, Lana felt another cramp. She cradled her twin belly with one hand. This was not good timing...
Gabby moaned as her belly heaved. "Uuunggh! I've gotta p-push!"
Lana needed a way to distract them both. Acting impulsively, she leaned in, putting her mouth against Gabby's pussy. Using her tongue, she began to stimulate her partner's clit.
Upon contact, Gabby gasped and quaked. "Oh, f-fuck! Babe...!"
Lana wrapped her arms around Gabby's thighs to get a better hold. "Mmf- does this...help?"
"Uff...f-fuck...yes!" Gabby sputtered, gyrating her hips with Lana's movements.
Lana kept sliding her tongue over Gabby's most sensitive areas, sucking and biting where she could. She could feel that Gabby's pussy was starting to bulge outward, a weight pressing on it from within. The baby's head was coming.
All the while, she was quickly confirming to herself that she was having her own contractions. She was feeling that tightness and pressure that her girlfriend mentioned.
Gabby bore down again. "I'm pushing it ooout! I can- mmmmmmhh- feel it!"
Lana moved her head back and watched as Gabby's labia began to part, and the small teardop shape of a baby's head appeared. She stared in awe while she grabbed the hem of her tank top to wipe her mouth off. "Whoa..."
"Are you...seeing anything?" Gabby panted.
"Yeah, I see the head," Lana said. "You're actually pushing out a baby. Holy shit..."
Hearing that seemed to empower Gabby. She pushed again, and the crown between her legs grew bigger.
Lana moved her hands to be able to guide the head out. She spoke more words of encouragement, putting aside the fact that she was going into labor herself. She could keep quiet about it- things surely weren't too far along, and it wasn't terribly painful yet.
With Gabby's next contraction, the head reached a full crown, and she cried out. "GAAAAAH!! Ngggh!"
"Does it burn?" Lana asked.
"I- it- yeah, but like- it just- I can't even explain...hhnngggooohh GOD!"
Gabby pushed hard, and the baby's head popped fully out, along with a spurt of fluid.
"You got the head out!" Lana exclaimed, cradling the slimy mass in her hands, checking to make sure everything looked right. "You're doing so great, keep going!"
Just as she said it, Lana felt a sudden release. She glanced down as a gush of liquid escaped from between her legs, soaking her spandex shorts and leaking onto the rug below. Well, shit...there went her waters. And the rug would definitely need washing, too...
She looked back up as Gabby howled, giving her biggest push yet. The baby squeezed out past its widest point, quickly spilling out into Lana's awaiting hands. Gabby gasped and fell back, exhausted and relieved.
"My god, you did it, babe! You had a baby!" Lana said, staring at the newborn in wonder. "Awww, wow, a little girl..."
Gabby tried to look up and smiled weakly. "Hhh...wow...so, does it...really have no cord...?"
"No, it doesn't," Lana confirmed. The baby had no umbilical cord, and was staying rather quiet, though definitely breathing. After their research, Lana and Gabby both knew that these phenomena were standard for Gravidade babies, but it was still a bit strange to witness. "Hang on, let me get her settled..."
Lana took the baby and carried her away, hobbling across the floor on her knees. She went over to the foot of the bed, where they had a plush storage ottoman. With her free hand, she took a blanket from within the bin and spread it out over top of the cushion. She lay the newborn there, using the corner of the blanket to wipe her clean a bit.
Just then, Gabby started to groan again. "Ooohh babe...I think there's another right behind..."
"Coming- ghh!" said Lana, clutching her belly once more as it tightened. She was going to try and ignore that contraction, and the increasing downward pressure she was feeling...
As she worked her way back over to the bedside, Gabby called to her, somewhat sheepishly. "Mmm...do you think you could...touch me again? It felt really good- nnngh- just then..."
"Of course, my love," Lana said softly, planting herself between Gabby's thighs again. Instead of using her mouth this time, she went in with her fingers, using her thumb to rub on Gabby's clit.
Gabby began to squirm and moan with pleasure as her body worked through more contractions. Meanwhile, Lana's contractions were working her baby down quickly. The pressure was very low on her hips, the head surely already passing through the birth canal. All she did to accommodate this was spread her knees a bit wider, still focused on taking care of her partner.
After only a minute or so, Gabby began to push again, shuddering and growling from her efforts. She was sweating profusely now, hair matted and hands clammy.
Lana was faring largely the same, a long rivulet of sweat dripping down her face as she worked her magic on Gabby's sensitive parts. She was also beginning to feel the urge to push, and her body was ready to give in subconsciously.
Gabby heaved and strained, clutching the bedsheets in her fists and shoving her head back into the mattress. "Uuunnghh! It's moving down...f-filling me...it's so...mmmmh!"
Hearing her girlfriend's moans, Lana bit her lip. It seemed like she was almost getting off to giving birth...could the clit stim be helping that much? Or was she just that into it? It was giving Lana all sorts of feelings she'd never unlocked before. She licked her lips and started to press her thumb down harder.
All the while, pressure was building between Lana's legs. Even as she worked to further her girlfriend's pleasure, she was huffing and puffing her way through contractions. Now, the baby's head was right at its exit, starting to push its way down and out.
"Nggh- oooh here it comes!" Gabby bellowed. Lana watched as her vaginal lips started to part again, making way for the second baby's head. "God- so tight!"
Lana grimaced a bit as her own body tightened and squeezed. She reached one hand past her belly and groped down between her legs, feeling a small bulge. While fondling herself and staring at Gabby's opening, she felt an odd and wildly intimate sense of connection. The same thing that she was witnessing was happening to herself. She was going to push a baby out, just like her girlfriend. And, fuck...if Gabby's birth had felt anything like what she was feeling, it was no wonder her partner was getting so worked up. She allowed herself to bear down a bit, feeling the baby's head spread her more. God, she was really doing this...
"Hoo- hoo- oooaaahhhh!!" Gabby moaned, pulling Lana back from her thoughts. Quickly, Lana brought both her hands back up to support the emerging baby. Gabby was pushing hard, and the head was crowning fast.
"Take it- mmhh- easy, babe," Lana panted. "Don't hurt yourself, just let it come."
"I wanna come- want IT to- just- mmmGGGH FUCK!"
As Gabby's second baby neared a full crown, Lana felt her own baby pressing down into her underwear. Her kneeling stance slowly sank lower and spread wider, her body moving along with the intense downward pressure. "Mmmhhhh babe you're doing so goooooooood..."
"Oooohh it's totally coming ooout," Lana said, not sure if she was talking to herself or Gabby at that point. Her upper and lower halves were focused on entirely different things.
Breathing heavily, Gabby gave herself only a moment's rest before pushing again. This time, her second baby's head popped out fully.
"Ah! Oooh, I can't stop pushing...it- mphh- f-feels too...good!" she squeaked.
"You got it, babe, just- mhh...go nice and steady," Lana encouraged. She was trembling from the feeling of her own baby stretching her. There was pressure and pain, but through that, it did somehow feel good...was that another Gravidade side effect? Or was all birth like this...?
"Ohhh it's gonna come, I'm gonna-" Gabby croaked, gritting her teeth as she bore down. The baby squeezed out past its shoulders, and there was once more a little human sliding out into Lana's arms. "NGAAAAAAAHHH! Oh, fuck!"
Lana caught the baby and tried to sit back with it in her arms, though moving was difficult with a crowning head between her legs. She looked at the baby and smiled. "Whew! Another girl!"
Gabby sighed with relief, collapsing onto the bed again. "Hhhh, man...that was a lot."
"Mmmh... yeah," Lana muttered, throat tight. She could feel her own baby pressing further into her clothes, the head feeling ready to come out. She would have loved to stare at Gabby's newborn for longer, but there wasn't much time until she'd have one of her own. She maneuvered her way over to the ottoman, careful not to make any sudden or heavy moves, lest gravity pull her baby out more.
As Lana was nestling the second newborn next to the first, Gabby called to her. "Hooo...okay, babe, there's definitely more in me...but I think we've got some time before the next one comes."
Lana looked over, watching as Gabby rubbed her still-massive belly, skin flushed from all her efforts. She was looking up at the ceiling, obviously not yet feeling ready to sit up.
"Do you...hnngh...need anything? Water? More pillows?" Lana asked.
"No, but..." Gabby said softly, "...I do want you to come up here...so I can thank you."
Lana gulped, fully aware of the nearly-birthed head tenting out her shorts. But who was she to say no to her girlfriend's request? "...Say no more, my love."
There was still plenty of room on the ottoman, so Lana used it as a step to help herself get up. Every movement of her legs threatened to open up more room for the emerging baby, and every shift of her weight made her want to push more. But she held back, just for now.
Gabby saw Lana approaching on her hands and knees and smiled. "Mmmh, there you are...look at you, all...hooo...big and pregnant."
Lana smiled, trying to hide the fact that she was giving birth. "Nnnh... uh huh." She crawled right over to her girlfriend, their faces close, bellies touching.
Abruptly, Gabby reached up with both hands and grabbed Lana's breasts, earning a grunt. She squeezed playfully and hummed. "Ooooh, and look at these...so full. I think- mmmh- the milk's starting to leak into your shirt...how many cup sizes do you think you've gone up, hmmm?"
The sudden sensation caused Lana to arch her back, sticking her ass more into the air. She pushed involuntarily as Gabby squeezed into her sensitive flesh. "Ooohhggh... nnho... I dunno..."
"And this..." Gabby continued, moving her hands down to cup Lana's sweaty, bulging belly. "You got so big...how does it feel for you?"
Lana's breath caught at the touch of Gabby's hands on her bare belly. The skin was so stretched and sensitive... "Mmmh...hooo...it feels...unngh...great."
"It's tight, like a drum..." Gabby marveled, starting to move her hands around in slow, long circles. "I'm sure it could use some rubs..."
"I..." Lana started, just before giving in to another push. Her hips moved back, and when she bore down, the baby's head came fully out into her shorts, stretching the elastic fabric profusely. "NNGH! Ahhhh..."
Gabby noticed her girlfriend's thighs shaking. Lana's head was down, and she was obviously in distress. "Babe? Are you okay...?"
"I'm...okay," Lana grunted. "You can...mmph...keep rubbing my belly..."
"Okay..." Gabby said, continuing to run her fingers across Lana's middle. The sensation quelled the labor pains, which Lana enjoyed.
"Mmmh, that's it..." Lana cooed, now rocking forward and back on her knees, her body fully focused on easing the baby out. The shoulders were starting to stretch her, causing immense pressure. "Hooooooo..."
After a moment, Gabby smirked. "You know, that's not the only thing I can rub..."
"Mmmghh..." Lana gurgled in response. She was helpless to intervene as Gabby reached one hand between her legs, immediately feeling the baby's head protruding under her clothes.
Shocked, Gabby gasped. "Babe!! What the hell? You didn't tell me yours was coming out!"
"Didn't...wanna worry you- ngggggghhhhh...!" Lana pushed again. This time, the baby was fully born, lodging itself in the leg of her shorts. "Ooooh...it's out. Shit, it's really out."
Quickly, Lana sat herself up, gasping for air. She tugged her shorts and underwear halfway down, just enough past her ass to be able to reach in and grab the baby. Gabby just stared open-mouthed, still processing what just happened.
Lana smiled as she brought the baby, a little boy, up into her arms. "Ohh, hi baby...Oh, look at you..."
"Damn, babe, you really just did that!" Gabby said, laughing incredulously. "Wow. You made it seem like nothing."
"Yeah...did not expect it to be that fast..." Lana breathed.
"Yeah...oof," Gabby said, first chuckling, then wincing as she clutched her belly. "Uh, speaking of which..."
"You got another one coming?" Lana asked. Her girlfriend nodded in response.
After pulling her shorts back up, Lana carried her baby over to the ottoman, sitting him with the others. She took a moment to breathe and reset, then went back over to her partner.
Gabby was shifting around on the bed, trying to find a comfortable position. "Uggh... my back is aching."
"Do you wanna try a different position?" Lana asked.
"Actually...mmh- maybe, yeah. I wanna get on my hands and knees, like you just were."
It took Gabby a minute, but with Lana's assistance, she was able to roll her heavy body over, getting up into her new position. Her head faced the pillows, and her backside faced Lana, who was once more in place to help guide her baby out.
"Did it...nnggh...help to rock back and forth?" Gabby asked.
"Yeah, I think so," Lana said, cradling her own belly. "It helped the baby move down easier."
Gabby nodded. "Okay...hoooo. I'm gonna- mmh- focus on these contractions...if you could maybe just rub my back a bit."
"You got it," Lana said. As she started to gently massage Gabby's back, she had time to collect her thoughts and think about the current situation. She'd just given birth...and Gabby was about to have a third kid, all from what seemed like magic. They weren't done quite yet...Lana knew she still had one more baby in her womb, and Gabby surely had another. But things were going fast, and after they'd pushed out their babies...they'd probably never be pregnant again. Lana caressed her belly, feeling melancholy for a moment. She'd barely gotten to enjoy being pregnant...she didn't want it to end yet...
She was pulled from her reverie by her girlfriend's moans. Lana watched as Gabby's body tensed up, her belly lifting up from the bed.
"Ooohhh God," Gabby groaned, burying her face in her arms. "Yeah, this one's...definitely coming fast. Nggghh!"
"That's okay, babe, you're doing so good," Lana said, pressing her palms into Gabby's aching muscles. "Do you like being in this position?"
"Gghh- yeah," Gabby grunted. "Hooo...I think...I want you to rub my belly now..."
Lana leaned in as far as she could with her own belly in the way. As she attempted to reach around, she unmistakably felt another contraction of her own. Shit, things really weren't letting up...
She placed a hand flat on the side of Gabby's low-hanging belly and began to rub in circles. Gabby hummed and cooed in response, enjoying Lana's touch.
"I never thought...this would feel so nice," Gabby breathed.
"Tell me about it," Lana replied. "It doesn't even...mmmggh...feel real."
"I just can't believe..." Gabby started, trailing off in the middle of the sentence as her next contraction hit. "Hoooo....nngaaah! Ah, fuck...I gotta start...pushing again!"
Lana held onto Gabby's belly as she pushed, feeling the muscles tighten under her fingertips. She watched as Gabby's pussy began to bulge out just slightly, and redoubled the efforts on rubbing her gravid swell.
At the same time, Lana felt another contraction of her own. She desperately wished that her body would hold out; maybe if she tried to ignore it, labor would last longer.
Lana watched as the now-familiar teardrop shape formed between Gabby's legs. She moved her hand away from her girlfriend's heaving belly in order to guide the head out. "Doing great, babe. Mmh...keep pushing!"
Gabby spread her legs wider and bore down again. She was getting good at this, now- the baby's head quickly reached a full crown.
Meanwhile, Lana felt the weight of her baby sinking lower, down through her birth canal. God, please hold on, she thought. As long as she didn't try to push, she could probably keep the baby in for a bit...
"Unnggh!!" Gabby grunted, as she got the head out. She was certainly not thinking about holding back.
Lana supported the head as fluid dripped onto the sheets below. "Nnhh- almost there, Gabby! You got this!"
Gabby pushed again as the baby's shoulders stretched her. "Ahhh it buuurns, fuck!"
"Come o- onnnnnnn!" Lana groaned, her whole body tightening as a contraction sent her baby's head right up against its exit. She instinctively clutched the underside of her belly and grimaced. "Oooh, ohhhh..."
With a final push, the baby was born into Lana's hands. Lana held it gently, even as she was struggling through her own labor.
"Ahh...mmmggh...you did it. It's a buh...boy," Lana said, growing weary.
"God...wow..." Gabby replied, gasping for air. She'd collapsed forward onto the pillows, also exhausted. "I dunno how much longer I can keep this up...!"
"Well," Lana breathed, as she turned to set the newborn down. "I think we both only have one baby left...then we're- nggh- done."
"God," Gabby repeated, lost for words. She turned over, flopping onto her back and splaying her arms out like a starfish. Her still-pregnant belly rose and fell with her heavy breathing. She was drenched in sweat at this point, having endured a proper workout.
After resting the baby on the ottoman, Lana turned back and started crossing the bed to approach her girlfriend. The baby was trying to escape her, but she clenched her muscles, attempting to stop it from crowning through sheer willpower. It was working somewhat, but keeping a straight face through it all was another kind of challenge.
Lana knelt in front of Gabby and began to rub her belly with both hands. "Take a breather, babe. We've...mmph...only got so much longer to enjoy this..."
Gabby closed her eyes and exhaled. "Hooo...this has been...so intense."
"Hrrnngh- I know," Lana grunted. She couldn't help tensing up as the baby's head began to press down into her panties. The pressure on her pelvis was unbearable. "...But I've been...ghh- loving every bit."
"Me too," Gabby said, her tired eyes looking up at Lana lovingly. "I love you so much."
Lana bent down as best she could, planting her arms on either side of her partner's shoulders. "I love you too," she said, before leaning down and meeting Gabby's lips with a kiss.
Gabby was worn out, but did her best to kiss back passionately. She took her arms and wrapped them around Lana's back, pulling her in.
"Ah-!" Lana yelped, caught off guard. She almost head-butted Gabby was she was forced downward, the two girls' bellies colliding and pressing together. The added pressure caused Lana's baby to crown more, and she let out a low moan. "Uuuooaah! Ohhh fuck..."
Hearing this, Gabby knew something was wrong. "What's...? Oh no, don't tell me..."
Lana grimaced and bit her lip as she felt Gabby's hand leave her back and trace its way around her body, down between her legs, where the bulge of the baby's head was prominent.
"You've got another coming out..." Gabby observed, gently feeling the lump with her fingers.
"Y-yeah..." Lana croaked. She felt herself getting flushed, feeling ashamed at the question she was about to ask. "D-do you...nngggh...think you could...p-push it back?"
"...Huh?"
"J-just a bit, with your hand," Lana sputtered, knowing how crazy she sounded. "I'm...I just...don't wanna stop...b-being pregnant yet."
Gabby stared at Lana with eyebrows furrowed...but quickly, she started to understand. She pondered while Lana tried desperately not to push any more. After a moment, Lana saw her expression shift.
"...Hold still, this'll probably hurt." Gabby said softly.
Lana barely had a second to brace herself before Gabby was pushing back on the crown between her legs. She let out a choked groan as she instantly felt the pain of the baby being forced back into her. Her jaw clenched and her legs shook, but Gabby did not relent until the head was all the way back inside, and her hand could press flat again Lana's vulva.
Once it was done, Gabby removed her hand, and quickly maneuvered her pregnant body to get off the bed. "Okay, hold it there for a sec. I have an idea."
Still reeling from what had just happened, Lana fell onto her side, grasping her belly and squeezing her thighs together. "Ohhh...wh-what're you...doing?"
She watched as Gabby waddled over to their dresser, opening the drawer of athletic garb. After a little searching, she pulled out three pairs of spandex shorts.
"Here- mmpph- put this on," Gabby told her, tossing one of the pairs over. "And I'll put on the other two. That should hold things off for a bit."
Lana was surprised at her girlfriend's suggestion. She sat up and picked up the shorts. "A-are you sure that's...smart?"
"Like you said, we- hooo- don't have much time," Gabby explained, starting to step into the shorts one by one. "I'm feeling my contractions starting again too, and- ngggh!- if we wanna enjoy these pregnancies while we can, this should hold everything together a...ggh, a little longer."
Realistically, Lana had no time to mull it over. A few more minutes of waiting, and their babies were going to be born, and the pregnancies they'd been dreaming of would be over for good. "...Okay. Let's try it..."
The two young women both managed to wrangle the stretchy shorts up past their thighs and wide hips. Gabby now had two layers of shorts on, while Lana had a couple pairs of her own, as well as her panties underneath.
"How does it feel?" Gabby asked, waddling over as she cradled her belly.
"Definitely very tight," Lana said, as two layers of compression fabric dug into her. "But it...hoooo...feels like everything will, uh...stay in place for a while."
"Mhmm, totally," Gabby said, feeling the fabric over her crotch with her hand. "Gotta be a pretty strong baby to- ngghh- get through that."
Lana grunted and heaved as she stood up from the bed, still trying to keep her legs together, fearing the baby would start coming out again. "Oof...so, ah...what now? Are you hungry? Thirsty?"
"I think I could definitely use some water," Gabby said. "I've been...mmph...sweating a lot."
"Me too," Lana agreed. She began to walk out of the room with Gabby, but stopped briefly. "Oh, wait, hold on..."
Lana reached up and grabbed the bottom of her tank top, which had become wet with milk and stained with sweat. She pulled the well-worn garment up over her head and tossed it onto the bed. Her breasts spilled out over top of her belly, full and heavy. Now, both girls were fully naked except for their shorts.
Gabby's mouth curved into a smirk, and Lana smiled back. "...Okay, that feels better. Now let's go."
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The two made their way back out to the living areas, taking slow, narrow footsteps. The couple was very worn out by now, and didn't want their walking around to speed up labor. Gabby detoured to the bathroom to wash her hands and face while Lana went to the kitchen to fill glasses of water.
While standing at the sink, Lana began to struggle again. Her body was not happy with her after Gabby put the birth into reverse. Now she was faced with incessant contractions and a constant low, heavy feeling on her hips. She swayed from side to side, shifting her weight back and forth, trying to breathe deeply and steadily. The baby's head pressed right at its exit, threatening to crown again at any moment...
Suddenly, Lana felt a pair of hands grab her by the waist, and she yelped. Behind her, she heard Gabby start to chuckle. Her girlfriend's pregnant belly pressed into her back, and she sighed.
"Babe, don't do thaaaat," she groaned. "No sudden movements...you're- unnggh- gonna make me start pushing again."
"Oh yeah?" Gabby said. She took one hand and traced it over Lana's backside, down between her legs, causing her to shudder. She took her fingers and gently rubbed at Lana's pussy through her shorts, right where the baby would be coming out. "Go ahead...I'll just push it back again and again...nnhh...until you tell me to stop."
Lana felt her heart pounding, her loins quivering. "Mmmhh...please..." She angled her hips back toward her partner, still clutching the full water glasses.
Feeling playful, Gabby brought both her hands back up and started to fondle Lana's breasts, kneading the flesh like dough. Spurts of milk jetted out into the sink with each squeeze. Lana gasped and whimpered, getting very turned on despite herself.
"Ooooh, babe..." Lana moaned. She set down the glasses, so as not to spill or break anything. She gripped the edge of the sink, starting to lose control of her urges. She bore down a bit, and her sex bugled out into her underwear just slightly...
Abruptly, Gabby removed her hands, realizing she may have been working things up too quickly. She came up next to her girlfriend and grabbed a glass. "Sorry...let's rehydrate and get back to the bedroom."
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The walk back to the bedroom was even more laborious. Both women were getting very close to giving birth to their final babies...Lana's was more than ready to start crowning again, and Gabby's wasn't very far behind. The girls waddled toward the bed huffing and puffing, Lana slightly doubled over while Gabby was slightly bow-legged. Once there, they crawled up on their hands and knees, flopping onto their sides so that they could face each other. They reached their arms out in a loving embrace, as close as their could get with their round bellies between them.
Gabby ran her fingers through Lana's messy hair, looking into her eyes. "Thank you again...so much," she whispered. "This has been...nggghh...so incredible."
"Pregnant you is- ghhh- just as beautiful as I'd imagined," Lana said, trying not to let her voice sound so strained. "I'm so glad I- hooo- nghh...c-could make this happen."
"I wish- uunngghhh...!" Gabby groaned, grimacing and clutching her tight belly.
Lana put her hand alongside Gabby's, rubbing her girlfriend's gravid swell. "Are you feeling pushy?"
Gabby simply nodded. Lana kept rubbing her girlfriend's belly, letting her work through the contractions and urges. She tried to take in as much sensory information as possible, so that she would always remember what her partner's pregnant belly felt like.
At the same time, Lana was actively fighting back from pushing. She had her legs pressed together, almost crossed, and noticed that Gabby was doing the same.
After the contraction faded, Gabby took a deep breath and stared at Lana again. "You know, babe...hoooo...I feel like I've barely done anything for you...come here."
She shifted down, so that her head was more in line with Lana's chest. She took the breast resting on top into her mouth and began to suckle.
Lana gasped, immediately feeling jolts of pleasure. Gabby had of course played with her tits before, but it never felt this good. She hugged Gabby with one arm and weaved her fingers into her girlfriend's hair.
"God damn, you taste good," Gabby said through her teeth, as she started to nibble and lick, taking in milk. "This is...mmhh...a whole new level of sexy."
A moan escaped Lana's throat as she gripped the back of Gabby's head, holding her in close. The erotic pleasure was once more washing away her inhibitions, and she felt the need to push overcome her. She lifted her top leg, opening up her hips and giving the baby room to emerge.
Gabby kept sucking, now using one hand to rub Lana's belly. "You feel so...unngh, fertile...like you were meant to carry babies..."
"Ooooh, baaabe..." Lana groaned, scrunching up her face as she bore down. She realized she couldn't stop herself from pushing, not with Gabby stimulating her body like this. She felt her labia parting, the head crowning once more into her shorts. "Nnguuhh...oh! Ahh, f-fuck! B-abe, it's...nnnh!!!"
Gabby took her mouth off Lana's breast, scooting herself back up a bit. She let the hand on Lana's belly drift down between her legs. "Mmh...push for me, baby."
Now Lana really couldn't stop. For the first time, she pushed with everything she had. She growled in pleasure and pain as the head quickly pressed outward into her shorts, into Gabby's hand...but it could go no further than that. If the two layers of shorts weren't enough of a barrier, the hand definitely was. Lana's baby was stuck at just about a full crown, leaving her the gasp and moan helplessly.
"Shhh, take it easy," Gabby said. She started to rub gentle circles on the bulge in Lana's pants. "Just take it in...feel how it's stretching you."
Lana slowed her breathing and tried to relax, despite the pressure. She felt the tightness of her belly, the indescribable sensation of fullness in her groin. The full weight of her baby, right there, ready to be born...and Gabby's hand, coaxing it to stay in place. She thought about Gabby calling her fertile, and how much she enjoyed that...how great it felt to be bearing life...
After a moment, Gabby retracted her hand a bit. It was now time for her to start grimacing and moaning, earning Lana's attention. She saw that Gabby had curled up more, and had opened her legs up a bit. Lana took her hand from Gabby's back and brought it down past their pregnant belly, down between her girlfriend's legs, where there was another lump forming.
"You're...crowning, too," Lana breathed.
Gabby nodded again, frantically. "A-a little..."
The two just lay there for a moment, entangled in each other. Their bellies pressed into one another, their tits both leaking drops of milk onto the sheets. Their hands between each other's legs, each cradling the head of an emerging baby, confined by tight clothes. It was an intensely intimate moment that neither had ever experienced or thought they would experience. The whole time, they looked in each other's eyes, communicating a thousand things but saying nothing.
Eventually, something had to give. Lana watched as Gabby bore down again, and felt as the baby's head pushed out further into her palm. Gabby grunted, "Babe...I love you, but...I don't think we can keep doing this forever..."
"I...I know..." Lana sighed. She tensed up as her baby pushed out just a bit further, despite the restraints. "I just...fuck, I'm gonna miss being pregnant..."
Gabby chuckled, despite her straining. "Heh...and to think, you were so- mmggh- freaked out at first."
"I just didn't know what was going on!" Lana said. "Like, nngggh- I didn't even drink any guh...Gravidade, right? So how...?"
"Maybe it was...gggh...that light you saw," Gabby joked.
"Who fucking knows. I just know it- mmggh, fuck- won't be this easy to be pregnant again..."
Gabby removed her hand from between Lana's legs and placed it tenderly on her belly. "Well, nngh- never say never," she said. "We could get pregnant again...be surrogates, or something...and for a...hooo...whole nine months, too."
"I guess...you're right," Lana said. She felt herself pushing again, and this time, the head was at a full crown, about to force itself out into her tight shorts. "Okay...gggh!...I'm done...let's get these babies out."
The two had held out long enough. They feverishly went to remove their shorts, but it was easier said than done. They were so swollen and sweaty, and the fabric so tight, that it took a lot of effort just to peel them off their hips.
"Mggh- oh god," Gabby grunted, trying to wiggle her hips as she tugged her shorts down past her ass. "It's fucking c-cominggg!"
"Ooh, oh, ohhhhh...!" Gabby moaned, her remaining strength split between pushing out the baby and pulling off her clothes. Every inch she pulled her shorts down, the baby emerged to fill the space. The head popped out, and she shuddered.
Gabby had gotten her shorts down to her knees, and that was enough for her. Her baby was already halfway out by the time she got on all fours to push. "NnggGHUOOAAH!!"
As Gabby's baby slid out, Lana gave up on trying to full remove her shorts, opting to flop on her back and bear down.
"HHHRNNGH! GAAH!" Lana bellowed, giving her final push. The baby had just enough room to come out, landing in Lana's shorts like a hammock.
Totally spent, the two girls collapsed onto the bed, resting in their own pools of sweat, milk, and birth fluids.
"Guh...we did it, babe..." Gabby panted. "We fucking did it."
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Unfortunately, the two couldn't rest for very long, because they had a lot to take care of. They took turns using the restroom, cleaning themselves up, and getting dressed into pajamas.
Lana stripped the bed and picked up the rug to make a laundry pile, while Gabby went and retrieved the empty bottle of Gravidade from the living room floor, as a keepsake.
At the end, the two sat on the bedroom floor, hugging each other. Gabby kissed the top of Lana's head softly while Lana rubbed her back.
"Best Valentine's Day ever, huh?" Lana asked.
"Yeah," Gabby breathed. She quietly looked over at the ottoman, where six whole newborns were now sleeping soundly.
The bee hybrids pump you so full of their eggs that you grow sleepy and bedridden.
They love you like this, because for the rest of your pregnancy they get to dote on you and keep their precious queen somewhere safe and secluded!
Your attendants just adore getting to rub your distended belly, cooing over how stuffed full you are! Of course, there are other bee hybrids that are desperate to mate with the queen even though you’re already carrying a big clutch.
Your tummy is already so heavy, but you feel a bee hybrid gently climb on top of you, his antennae tickling your forehead.
“P-please, my queen… I’ll be gentle.”
He’s gentle, fucking into you with the love and care of a loyal subject, but you still whine and fuss over the fact you’ll be given even more eggs to incubate!
You’re worshipped like a goddess, various fuzzy hands rubbing your belly or playing with your sensitive tits as you’re mated again and again.
If you weren’t in absolute heaven right now, you’d complain about being overworked… but part of you enjoys how much you’re sought after.
the bed dips with mommy’s weight, and I feel a rush of cool air as she lifts the covers and slides in beside me. she settles with a content sigh, and the room goes dark as she clicks off the lamp.
on my back, I start to wiggle towards her under the covers, a nervous energy bubbling up suddenly, making me noticeably shy and squirmy.
“what’s all this wiggling about?” mommy asks, clearly amused. one of her hands comes to rest on my stomach in the dark, stilling my movements a little.
my heart thumps against my ribs as I hide my face under the edge of the blanket. I want to ask… but I’m having trouble getting the words out!! “mommy, can I… um…”
I can see her tilt her head, an amused smile softening into an encouraging look. “go on, babygirl. you can ask mommy for anything.”
my cheeks burn and I finally get out, “can I.. can I make you feel good, mommy?”
I feel her melt beside me and she moves even closer. “oh sweet girl,” she says, voice full of affection. “of course you can.” her hand on my stomach moves to gently grab hold of my wrist. she guides my hand down the space between us, right between her own legs.
my fingers brush against her and I gasp. she’s already so wet— slick and warm and silky. I feel my blush spreading from my cheeks and down my neck. my mind has turned blank and fuzzy.
“are you alright, baby?” she asks softly. I let out a little whimper, keeping my fingers pressed against her slickness as she lets go of my wrist. she brings her hand up and brushes my lip with her thumb while rocking a little against my hand. “feel that, baby? that’s for you… you make mommy so wet…”
I feel a little jolt of courage go through me, so I take a shaky breath and begin gently moving my fingers against her. she sighs softly. “that’s my girl, such a good babygirl, you make mommy feel so good.”
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