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You should read this.

I sell pregnancies and pregnant related accessories.

Brionne is the cutest thing ever and he deserves the thickest breeding stick imaginable.

...Oh! one last thing, I don't really care if the recipient is anthro or feral, everything gets impregnated here.

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Age - 27

Role Play? - No

Commission? - No

Messages? - You have to type more than just hello.

[sloppily-seal]

Woman whose been blessed by so many fertility deities, she could actually get pregnant just from kissing someone or holding their hand. (Which makes you wonder what actual sex will do to her.)

[sloppily-seal]

Absurdly overproductive and impossibly fertile male character getting in a relationship with absurdly overproductive and impossibly fertile female character but due to a mixup on the dating app both of them think the other is sterile

First drop of precum immediately bloats her up to the size of a house with a massive hyper pregnancy

[imagineyourepregnant]

Ground Zero Alien Invasion

From: @my-moo-moo

You made a grave mistake having sex with an alien one time. 

You don’t remember much of the experience. Only flashes of memories remain, brief and disjointed. You normally weren’t someone to engage in one night stands, but the man you met told you it was his only day in town and you just couldn’t miss this opportunity. 

And so you remember stumbling home drunk from the club with the hottest man you’ve ever attracted. You shrunk away in surprise when you felt his ice cold fingers around your waist, but his dazzling smile pulled you back again. One moment you have your eyes closed, writhing with each lick of a tongue teasing at your entrance. A slobbering kiss on your neck makes your eyes peel wide open again. It then came upon you that you were in fact not being eaten out this entire time. Instead, your one night stand was replaced by a blue-skinned alien with its tentacle-like appendage part way into your pussy. 

Before you turn into full-fledged panic, he whispers foreign words into your ear and pushes deeper into you, splitting you apart with the girthy part of his cock. Thoughts of leaving go down the drain as he begins to make you feel better than any date has ever achieved, penetrate you deeper than has ever been explored. Even if you weren't hallucinating, what would be so wrong with having a sex with an alien?

The last thing you remember is screaming as he breaches through your cervix.

For the entire morning immediately following, you question your mentality— whether you had been lucid dreaming, or you were tripping balls. Your body had felt bloated and achy, like your insides had been thoroughly rearranged— something that you wrote off as a result of the rough sex last night.

You were only forced out of bed by the intense rumbling of your stomach. You fight the wave of exhaustion to make yourself a hearty lunch. Perhaps you had a little too much food because you needed to untie the drawstring of your sweatpants afterwards.

As you finish cleaning up your kitchen, you accidentally bump your abdomen against the countertop. You flinch back and your hands fly over the afflicted spot. Just then you are made aware of the fact that your belly curves underneath your palm. You rush to the bathroom to look at yourself properly in the mirror. Your eyes widen at the sight. You’ve never seen yourself get this bloated before.

You poke at the strange mass attached to your waist— it's solid and cold to the touch. You swear your breasts look bigger than when you wear your most padded pushup bra. You don’t know how long you stand there transfixed by your own reflection. You swear every time you take a breath in, your belly expands a bit more, and it doesn’t retract down when you breathe out. 

Your brain tries to sort through all the explanations of what’s happening to you, but it keeps leading to the same absurd conclusion that couldn’t possibly be real. There’s one blaring conclusion that keeps coming up, but it’s so absurd that you’d sooner believe that you were dying of an unknown disease. 

The only thing you can think of doing was going to the emergency room. It’s not surprising when the nurses don’t take your concerns seriously and put you in the back of the waiting list. As you wait in the uncomfortable plastic chair, you continue to grow without halt. You’re forced to watch your belly go from being just perfectly tucked underneath your t-shirt to spilling underneath the hem and pushing your thighs apart. Some people, who’ve been there as long as you have, begin to double take your appearance. 

When a new nurse comes in for a shift, you had to grab the opportunity. You clutch your underbelly and waddle yourself down the hall to the fastest of your capabilities to flag her attention. She looks your heavily pregnant body up and down and immediately her first question is to ask if you’re in labour. You have no idea what that would entail, but you spit out yes, and you’ve been waiting for hours already.

Things move quickly thereafter with you getting sent to get an ultrasound. Finally, you’ll get the answers you’ve been waiting for. 

“How far along are you?” the doctor asks you. 

“I don’t know. I don’t know anything. I woke up this morning and I just blew up… like a… like a balloon… in one day! Aren’t you the doctor here?” you stammer without making much sense. 

She looks at you incredulously and her eyes only widen when she looks back at the ultrasound screen. 

“Well… you are certainly pregnant,” she starts. 

“Oh…” Your heart falls to the ground. You knew this was a possibility but hearing it confirmed makes the dire reality set in. You’re having a baby. “Is it… healthy?” you ask. 

The doctor doesn’t answer your question, instead seems to be rendered speechless as her eyes dart around monitoring the screen. 

When she finally looks back at you, she is literally shaking from head to toe. “What the hell is in your womb?” she shoots at you with malice underlying each syllable. 

“I told you… I don’t know,” you whisper. It was then you felt a tumbling within your belly as if your baby was greeting you. Your arm wraps around your belly, a surge of protectiveness rising over you even though you’ve barely processed the news of being pregnant. 

“We need to burn that thing with fire,” she seethes, 

You promptly clammer off the hospital bed. You grab the nearest scalpel and waves in front of you like a maniac. “Don’t touch me!” You don’t know where that confidence came from because you’ve always been afraid to even run a red light.

The doctor backs away in fear, and tries to reason with you more cautiously, “Didn't you come here wanting to stop whatever was happening to you? 

You shake your head. You had forgotten why you had come here at all and all that was clear to you was that you would do anything to protect the baby in your belly. 

“We need to run more tests to see what is growing inside you,” she tries to reason, but you don’t trust her any longer. She makes the grave mistake of reaching out to grab you, prompting you to puncture her in the arm. Fresh red blood sprays onto your hand and you panic. 

Escaping the yells from behind, you clutch your now heavy overdue belly and stammer out of the hospital, barely stopping to breathe despite the baby already restricting your lungs. You speed all the way home and you don’t stop until you get home and bolted your door and all your windows. 

Finally, you catch up on your breathing and head over to your mirror again. When you left the house a mere couple of hours ago, you looked like you could possibly be sporting a beer belly or maybe in your second trimester, but now it was undeniable to any stranger that you were very pregnant. It would now be more of a question of when you were going to pop or if you were carrying two. 

Either way, you are convinced you are going into labour soon. Though you don’t feel any contractions yet, your skin is tight as a drum already and your pelvis feels like it’s going to bust under all the weight. You could not fathom possibly getting larger. There is just  no way. 

Utterly exhausted by the events of the day, you resign to lying down in your bed. You’re waiting for any sign of labour, before you lose the battle to sleep. 

Pacing around your living room, you wait for the first sign of labour. At any moment you should either feel contractions tighten around your abdomen or water leaking down your legs. Instead you continue to grow outwards, resembling more like you are carrying twins. You stripped off all your clothing at this point, annoyed by how restricting it felt against your ever growing body. 

It wasn’t too long before you were jolted awake by the intense pressure on your bladder. You groan as the baby inside you makes the situation worse by a strong kick. When you finally peel your eyes open, you can barely comprehend the sight before you. Never have you ever seen such a gravid belly on anyone let alone yourself. You made a grave mistake closing your eyes briefly and now your belly is hanging out part way off the edge of your mattress. Essentially pinned down into your soft mattress, you grunt to push your heavy torso upright. You try to leverage yourself against your bed frame, on your elbows, with the edge of the mattress— all with futile success. There was a deep-seeded fear for a while that you were going to be stuck in that spot forever. Fortunately, minutes of struggle lead to eventually succumbing to sliding your body off the bed like a beaching whale, with it your bladder losing in the battle.

Regardless, you are determined to waddle yourself to the bathroom to see the state of your soiled body. Given how insanely top and front heavy you are, you need to hold yourself against the wall to avoid toppling over. You feel your thighs tremble and your hips crack with each tiny step forward. 

A wave of accomplishment washes over you when you finally make it in front of your bathroom mirror. The remnants of your old self lie in the blood stained t-shirt that has ridden up your torso to resemble more of a sports bra. Your belly has grown outward so far that the sheer weight of it began pulling the mass down to your mid thighs. When you wrap your arms around yourself, your fingertips could barely touch your non-existent belly button. Your skin has been stretched thin like a balloon, so transparent that you could see the web of blue veins underneath.

Although the baby in your belly has grown unrestrictedly minute after minute, the rest of your body has barely kept up to sustain. Fear sets in as you contemplate how you’re going to possibly birth this massive baby out your unprepared pelvis. 

Before you are left wondering any longer, you feel a gush of water trail down your legs. It couldn’t have been your already emptied bladder. 

Just over 24 hours after your encounter with the alien, the price of your horny decisions come back to bite you in the ass in the form of a big-headed alien baby splitting your pelvis in half. 

You scream at the top of your lungs as you give one last battle push. You feel the sweet relief of pressure as the baby gushes out of you at once. Umbilical cord still attached, you drag the baby up onto your deflating stomach. The baby doesn’t resemble you at all. Its eyelids are still shut, skin is a sickly translucent blue and limbs resemble tentacles. 

There’s no time to question if the baby is healthy because it begins crawling up your body on its own until it stops at your nipple. It begins suckling without any assistance at all, as if it was completely natural for a human to mother an alien species. 

There wasn’t much time to process before your body is wracked with another wave of contractions. You had thought it might be the afterbirth, until you felt another large skull lodge into your cervix.

You smile as you cradle your baby closer to your chest and start pushing again. 

.

You hum to your babies as they suckle out of both your tits. They’ve already put on double the weight since you’ve given birth and you already feel bittersweet that they’re growing up too fast. 

You can walk without feeling pain anymore and your outrageous belly has thankfully gone down. It’s not completely flat like pre-pregnancy, but you’re grateful you got your two babies out of your strong body. 

You pass your hand over your belly reminiscing about waking up being pregnant. It wasn’t too long ago, but it feels just like it... You run your hands back over realizing you are more bloated than before. 

You refuse to believe it until an hour later, you are clearly sporting a pregnant belly like you had woken up with before. There’s no way you could be pregnant again when you haven’t had sex since that one time with the alien. 

And yet, you continue to progress in growth like deja vu. Whilst you were freaking out, you forgot about the babies you had already birthed. You look everywhere, turning the house upside down until your pregnant belly grows so enormous it prohibits you from moving. 

Your babies were gone like the wind and it was hitting you harder than expected. You hadn’t wanted to get pregnant, but now these babies are your whole life. Your grief only wanes when you are hit with contractions once again. 

You will quickly realize your role. Your babies will grow up and leave your nest, but soon enough there is going to be another litter of babies for you to take care of. 

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You get into a routine, not knowing how many weeks have passed, nor what was happening in the world outside your little nest. 

....Until one day you open your local news channel, and you find out you haven’t been alone in your experience. 

The first official reporting happened right here in our small town, but the doctor was brushed off because of absurdity. The reports of rapid pregnancies have since risen to the thousands and the CDC is now calling it an alien invasion. 

These aliens can disguise themselves as humans and we have no way of picking them apart. They are capable of infecting all the eggs in your ovaries with a single sexual encounter. After birth, they can mature into productive adults in a weeks time. We estimate that there may be 500,000 adults hiding amongst us in the United States alone.

Currently available contraceptives on the market are not effective in prevention. As a precaution, avoid sexual intimacy with all individuals. 

Symptoms of infection include rapid pregnancy in a 24 hour framework. New pregnancies will continue in succession, and as of this moment, we do not have a cure without harming the carrier’s life. 

Infected individuals may display behaviours of violence. They will lay down their life to protect their babies. Please approach with caution. 

Realization then comes upon you that you might have been ground zero for an alien invasion.

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Imagine You Can Get More Pregnant

You were quite different from most women. Most women got pregnant and remained pregnant until it was time to give birth. Having sex during their pregnancy didn’t change that one bit.

But not you. It was a condition you hadn’t even known you had, or was even medically possible. But it was your reality. Even though you were already pregnant, every time you had sex, the cum entering your body managed to produce another child in your womb.

It had frightened you deeply the first time it happened. You and your husband had been trying to start a family for a while, and you had finally managed to get pregnant. You had terrible morning sickness for weeks and when your health began to at last improve, the two of you slept together again. Your husband didn’t bother to use a condom. After all, why bother, when you were already pregnant?

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[y2kaestheticinstitute]

Selections from a 1999 Target newspaper insert (1999)

Lots of kitschy Groovival, mixed with a style of colorful, playful 90s-00s contemporary interiors we've been calling Gen-X Home - I could see that style coming back, its so fun!

Thanks to hangingwithdes on Instagram for scanning & sharing these! They post a ton of excellent Y2K-era media, please check them out!

[silver-gm]

An incomplete list of absolutely bonkers abilities from official Pathfinder 2e monsters

- The delight dragon emits an aura that turns all weapons around it into toys, and can turn itself into a cloud of laughing gas

- The halfling head chef dazzles opponents by throwing spices in their eyes

- The brainchild gains abilities if those observing it believe it has them

- The bibliodaemon, metaphysical representation of death by bureaucracy, slows enemies by pointing out that they don’t have clearance to perform their actions

- Animated tea carts attack by squirting scalding hot tea at you

- The gliminal, manifestations of vital energies, kill you by giving you so much extra HP that you explode

- The yeongno, a traditional Korean monster that eats rich people, beats the crap out of you with your own money

- A mob of corn leshies, nature spirits that animate corn plants, can form into corn mazes to disorient the enemy

Other Pathfinder 2e fans, feel free to add your own!

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Lulu’s Growing Desires, 4

Excerpt from Ophora’s notes:

My experiments have been more successful than I thought. The whale woman has been growing at a good pace, and I’ve been able to slip her ‘extra’ medications and food. I have gotten her to completely trust me. My goals are getting closer and closer to fruition as she balloons without inhibitions. I’ve carefully catalogued how her diets have affected her, how my batteries of vitamins and additives have changed her, and how my mental training has altered her desires. She is providing copious amounts of information to my study of Zora growth, and I am ready to begin the necessary treatments on myself to expand my luscious curves.

I am no longer quite so upset at how big that whale has gotten. She is mine, so I still own the plumpest assets Zora kind has ever had. I have just moved into the shrine to more closely monitor my precious test subject. I was unable to find the rest of my hormone pills while packing, must remember to go back and look for them. Also, must find an excuse to talk to the boy. He may know more than I’m giving him credit, even if he doesn’t understand. Judicious application of my fluffy physique should be more than enough to loosen his tongue. I may even want to… 

*a pen scratches across the page*

Holy hells, the building just shook. Looking into it now.

~

Ophora rushed towards the source of the noise, finding herself in the last place she wanted to be. “Oh goddess! What happened to the wh…subject?!” She rounded the last corner and barged through the open door.  Lulu’s three caretakers were crowded around a large hole in the floor, and her adorable son was sitting next to them crying.

“Look at her, she’s nothing but WOMB now!”

“She’s turned into a ball of eggs!”

“If she’s even CARRYING eggs!”

“SHUT UP!” She yelled, causing everyone in the room to look at her. She quickly stepped up to Felice and hugged him close, his face buried in her large breasts. She noticed a familiar bottle on his belt, with a note written in her handwriting. Her face flashed in momentary recognition before she stroked his hair and knelt down to his head height. “Fel-Fel, go to your room. The adults need to talk for a moment.” The boy slowly got up, as if in a daze, and staggered out of the room. “The HELL do you think you’re doing, talking like that in front of that poor boy! You know he thinks the world of his mother!”

“What mother, that ball of lard down there?” queried the slimmest attendant, “Does that even count as a Zora anymore? And why do you even care about that brat? He’s not one of us, just an adopted human from a dead race.“

“You ungrateful BITCH! That ‘ball of lard’ is saving our race at the cost of her freedom, and her son has been taking better care of her than the three of you put together!” She continued to berate them. “This was literally your Goddess given duty, and you are FAILING with spectacular colors!”

“Hey we were told to pamper a preggo, not blow her up! She’s gonna go boom in no time, the fat whale. Right guys?”

“She HAS gotten so big so fast…” mumbled the stockier attendant.

“And the aberration is obviously not natural…” whispered the taller caretaker.

“Of course she isn’t natural, she’s blessed by the Goddess! If anything happens to her the gods themselves will ensure our race ends!” Ophora yelled.

“Gah, screw it!  I’m going home fatass, and if I can still find that bloated egg sac tomorrow I’ll be coming back with some friends to pop that thing!” and with that, the teen Zora jumped into the hole and began the long swim back to Zora Hall.

“And you two?” The doctor said, glowering at the remaining stewards.

“I’m going to stay! Lady Lulu needs us now more than ever!” Shouted the tough looking woman.

“The Goddess gave me this responsibility, I can’t let her down.” Said the tall man.

“Alright.  I need you both to round up some supplies and meet me underwater in half an hour.  We need to get moving before daybreak.”

As they left for their assigned tasks, Ophora noticed a bob of white hair near the door. She slowly stepped up to it and tackled the owner, suffocating him between her ripe melons. “I told you to go to your room.” She smirked. As she backed off and saw his face, her smile immediately dropped. The poor kid looked like he had been bawling his eyes out. “Oh dear!” she exclaimed, sitting the boy in her lap, “What’s wrong Fel-Fel?”

“Th-th-that lady is… is g-gonna kill momma!!!” He wailed, openly weeping.

“Awh, there-there Fel, Lu is gonna be just fine. We’ll take her to a safe place. Big sis Ophora will come back for you, just be here in three days ok?” He nodded, sniffling back his tears. “Alright, now go back home, and just stay safe.”

“Thank you Miss Opho!” He hugged deep into her pudgy body, and she could feel an object poking into her gut. “Thank you for helping momma!” He let go and scurried off to collect his belongings from his room.

“That boy is a cute one… maybe too cute…’ she pondered, rubbing her tummy where she felt the poke. “Now to check on my whale…”

The doctor jumped into the hole and swam down to the bay floor. She wasn’t quite ready for the sight that awaited her. If Lulu hadn’t been a whale before, she was practically one now. Her massive womb pinned her to the ground, her giant udders almost covered her head, and both were still slowly swelling before the short Zora’s eyes. ‘At least her panties are still clinging to her.’ She thought.

“Lulu, you awake?” She called around the mammoth breasts.

“Ohhh yes dear… give it to me noooow…” the lusty giant moaned.

‘She’s entirely lost to her hormones.’ Ophora surmised. “Lu, you’ve gotten to be a big girl recently.”

“Yeeees…”

“Are you feeling alright?”

“My tits are soooooo taut, doc! I need someone to relieve the pressure…” her breasts surged forward another inch as she spoke. “…bring me my baby…”

‘She… she’s blowing up because she’s turned on!’ concluded Ophora. ‘…oh, I’m going to have FUN with this!’ She swam up to one of the giant udders and stroked the surface cautiously, testing for give.

“Fel-Fel will be along in three days… until then, how about you get ready for him?  Let your doctor help you greet him in the biggest possible way.”

“YES, anything for Fel! Tell me what to do!”

“Well, you have plenty of room in there,” she lied, feeling the rock hard surface of her breasts. She paddled up to the nipple and snuck a quick sip. “My that’s good! We can’t have you wasting any of this with all that leaking!” Ophora pulled a pair of purple ribbons from one of her lab coat’s numerous pockets and deftly tied off both of Lulu’s teats. “There! Cute as a button, and your tanks will grow to hold all that delicious cargo you keep making!” Lulu just moaned, feeling her breasts tense up, then pulse ever so slightly larger, like a heartbeat in regularity as her bosom slowly swelled. “And down here!” the doctor exclaimed, floating over to Lulu’s navel. “You’ve grown one of those ‘bellybuttons’ that humans have! And you’re definitely not following my diet right, you’re so thin!”

“I’ll do better… I’ll feed my babies right…” she groaned, feeling the rumbles of hunger in her hugely stretched stomach. Her earlier binge had increased her stomach capacity enormously, and as far as it was concerned she was starved.

“Yes you will, my little whale.” teased the doctor, growing bolder by the moment. “You’re going to eat as much as you can to get ready for your dear, sweet baby.”

“Yes… I’m your little whale…” Lulu whimpered, her belly slowly inflating with eggs as the doc’s teasing turned her on.

“And soon you’ll get bigger. And bigger. And BIGGER. There’s nothing left for you now but being as big as you can be for your lovely doctor.”

“Oh YES! I’ll be you’re obedient swollen patient!” The growing mother yelled, her belly creeping out over the bay floor.

“Well you’ve already broken the shrine, you bloated whale, and everyone’s expectations. What else are you going to break?” the short stack teased, pinching Lulu across her body trying to get a rise from her helpless pet.

“I’ll break everything to keep getting bigger for my baby Fel!” She screamed in ecstasy, her dark perversions yelling ‘I’m going to break you!’

Ophora sighed. ‘Always about Fel it seems…’ The other caretakers swam up to her.

“We are ready, Miss Ophora. If I may be blunt, where are we going?” said the tall Zora chef. 

“To Pinnacle Rock of course! No one has been there since they built it up into a little fortress, and all the Zora and pirates fear it.  They’ll never look for her there.”

“And how do we get her all the way there? Not gonna complain about putting my hands on a famous pop star, but we couldn’t possibly lift her even underwater.” Said the burly Zora.

“Simple.  We roll her.” Said the doctor matter-of-factly, swimming up and pulling the ribbons on the mother’s nipples tighter to prevent any leakage during the journey.

“ROLL ME!?” Yelled Lulu, growing soaked at the mere thought that she was too large to lift. “Y-you have to ROLL me!?” She began to quiver with anticipation. ‘I’m too big to even think about moving normally! I’m far too big to even be lifted!! Yes…I’m so round…so big… my little Fel, momma needs you. She can’t even try moving on her own anymore, she needs her baby to take care of her. And she’s just gonna get bigger from here, all for you.’

“It’ll be ok Ms. Lulu! We’ll be right here for you!” encouraged the buff Zora, who mistakenly believed she was upset. 

“Alright, lets get moving! Get her on her side, I don’t want her crushing herself on the way! You, to the front, you, to her body, and I’ll take the middle! To Pinnacle Rock!” Ophora ordered, as they rolled her into a ‘standing’ position, then took their posts and shoved.

Lulu was immediately set off. The rolling started her womb and breasts sloshing hard, the eggs, milk, and fluid straining her flesh from the inside out. The sound of her splashing fluids was clearly audible to everyone present. She was in ecstasy, and her body began to grow even faster. ‘SHIT, the whale is loving this way too much! She’s gonna blow up so HUGE!’ the doc thought, her nipples going hard and a small drivel of drool leaking from her mouth.

The burly Zora was stationed near Lulu’s dangling body, and so tried to strike up a conversation. “Excuse me, Ms. Lulu? Can you hear me?” she queried the moaning woman.

“Yeees dear… I’m sorry, what was your name?” Lulu asked, unable to see her caretaker.

“Iko, ma’am. I was a big fan of your work before… all this.”

“Iko… sounds a bit too masculine for such a pretty voice.” She purred. ‘If this girl idolized my singing, I wonder what I can make her do for… TO me?’

“Parents wanted a boy, so I grew up tough. Definitely helping now… I’m sorry this had to happen to you…”

“Whatever for?” Lulu scoffed. “I’ve never been so happy and… ‘fulfilled’ in my life! I love every moment of this!”

“But you’re a… pardon my language, a fucking WHALE!”

“Ohhhh I knooooow…” she moaned, her body drowning in pleasure. 

“You… you LIKE this?” Iko said, her eyes going wide.

“I’m sure you’ll find something to like too. Go ahead, look at my BIG FAT BODY! Tell me what you like!” She ordered, trying her best to sound domineering from her vulnerable position.

“Well… if you insist… I love these!” the strong Zora said, shoving excessively hard on her breasts as the rolled on by. Lulu moaned loudly, and her belly spurted outwards, unnoticed by Iko due to her focus on the giant tits in her grip.

“That… that’s good… what… else…?” panted Lulu. ‘I NEED more of that!’

“I’m pretty fond of these as well.” She stated, rubbing the large Zora’s underbelly through her soft panties. “It’s all so soft and vulnerable…” The mother-to-be moaned under her touch and her womb once again surged outwards, this time right under Iko’s gentle hands. “Did you just…?”

“YES, oh goddess, don’t stop! What else do you want from me?”

“Well, I’ve always been a fan… and I… I had a crush on you since your debut!” Iko confessed, burying her face in Lulu’s side.

“You had a crush on me when I was a singer? Do you still want me even now? It’s not like I can resist you.” Lulu teased. “Any fantasies ever run through your pretty little head?”

“I… I always wanted… marry you…” she mumbled out, embarrassed.

“Well then honey, it looks like you found the perfect housewife.” Lulu said, slipping into character. Iko’s face was bright blue almost instantly. “Look at me, all barefoot and preggo for my lovely, supportive wife.”

“I-I-I…” stuttered Iko, practically glowing.

“And you made me this way, honey. You knocked me up so good and made me yours, so you have to take good care of me…” and then, in a whisper “when we get to our ‘honeymoon’ at Pinnacle Rock, let your wife show you how to have fun.”

And suddenly Lulu was rolling that much faster across the bay, a very flustered Zora in high gear forcing the others to quicken their pace.

Soon, they arrived at the small fort sunk into the cavern below the six spires. They slowly rolled the still inflating Zora onto the circular plaza-like roof, nearly not fitting between two of the surrounding pillars. The capstone was excessively thick, and could easily hold the submerged baby-maker’s weight. They were barely able to rest her in the center, lying down against the floor with her breasts set on either side of her head, before she surged forward once more.

“Phew, we made it!” Cheered Ophora. “That was close… we’d never be able to move her now.”

“I-I’m stuck like this?” Lulu’s voice echoed from the chasm of her cleavage.

“For now, yes. I have a plan, but until then you’re gonna be lying here Lu.  Iko, stay here and keep her company. We’re heading down to check the supply storage.”

“Y-yes ma’am!” saluted Iko, watching them exit the roof plaza and circle into the fort proper. The moment they entered, she scurried over into Lulu’s cleavage. “So what are we going to do on our honeymoon dear?”

“I’ll do whatever you want honey, as long as you train these big udders to make more food for our babies,” Lulu promised. ‘Ah, it was so easy to wrap this girl around my finger. Don’t worry Fel, my boobies are gonna get so swollen for you!’

“All I have to do…” she placed her hands on the taut breasts surrounding her “…is this?” she shoved hard, pushing her hands into the milky flesh and agitating the glands into producing more crème.

“Oh YES! Do that whenever you can, and I’ll do anything for you honey!” She groaned, staying in character.

“Well then my lovely house-bound wife, if I made you feel so good, it’s only fair that you return the favor.” Iko stated, fully accepting her role, and sauntering over so her hips were right next to Lulu’s face. “Pucker up love.”

~

Doctor’s Notes

Pinnacle Rock, Day 1

We moved that fat whale into Pinnacle rock today. Glad to see all the food I was storing here for her won’t go to waste. I’ve got the chef working ‘round the clock. I think he’s just happy to keep his mind busy and not think about what’s happened. No skin off my back, as long as he keeps doing his job. I’ve sent word to a few Zora I know that hold my whale in almost fanatical esteem. They should be here relatively soon, which would be fantastic as I went ahead and dosed the puffer fish with some digestive aids. As stretched out as her stomach is from the gorging last night she’ll never feel full, so her assets should catch up to her egg-sac somewhat. I’ve also caught that fan-girl woman having ‘fun’ with my pet when they think I’m not looking. She’s stimulating those beautiful udders, so I don’t much care what she gets out of their relationship as long as my sea cow grows. She’s mostly been feeding the ravenous ball of lard, so she’s still doing her job at least.

~

“Here you go love, dig in!” Said Iko, pushing a forkful of some lavish seafood dish into her ‘wife’s’ mouth.

“Ohhh it’s so delicious dear! You take such good care of your bedridden wife!” praised Lulu, keeping to the character she had been assigned.

“I aim to please!” she said, shoving another load into her waiting jaws. “I’ve got to take responsibility for all these babies after all.” She rubbed Lulu’s stomach, the upper curves of which were beginning to encroach on her face.

“I’d hope so, I’m helpless without my darling. All I can do is lay here and be a good housewife.” Her stomach grumbled as she finished her food. “Still sooo hungry…” she moaned.

“Geez, you sure do pack it away. I’ll go get you some more… if you ask right.” She teased.

“Honey, will you please get your dependent little roly-poly wife some more food?” she pouted. ‘It’s easy to maintain the ‘wife’ character, but I wish this girl was more adventurous… I’m not getting any satisfaction from this.’ She internally droned.

“Ok love, coming right up… and maybe we can try something a little different when I get back?”

‘PLEASE involve leather…’ Lulu prayed.

~

Pinnacle Rock, Day 2 

For the love of Farore that bottomless pit can pack it away. She’s done nothing but eat since I slipped her those meds last night. Even with the new blood (7 in all) we are having trouble keeping up with her needs. If she doesn’t have her mouth stuffed she’s using it to beg for more. I would say the whale is just being whiney, but I can hear her stomach roaring even as deep in the complex as I am. I MAY have overdosed her in seeking a quick onset of the desired effect. Now most of our numbers are either off hunting, helping the chef, or ferrying food up to the sea-pig’s mouth. Iko has, on special request from the holy baby ball, almost exclusively been giving her udders deep-tissue massages. The clamps and ribbons on her teats are barely holding, and those fat tits just keep getting fatter at an astounding pace. I am very much looking forward to the day I can find an excuse to draw straight from the tap of my rotund pet.

As a side note, I have been experimenting with a certain potion. My toy’s stomach growth has slowed down severely. On the trip over she was swelling in leaps and bounds, but now she’s only packing on a layer of chub over her womb. I can’t let her growth stop here, not when I can marry science to magic and surpass whatever plateau she seems to have hit. I must do this on my pride as her owner, as well as a surprise for her little darling.  The poor thing was so upset when we left, I’m sure the idea of his dear momma blowing up like a damned blowfish would perk him up. On that note, one of my new servants brought the article I requested; namely, a child sized Zora tunic. So hard to find one properly sized for someone so young, but I’m now almost ready for our rendezvous tomorrow night. If my experiment goes well tonight, I’ll have no trouble with the boy.

~

Fel had been sitting around at his old home for the past day. He couldn’t get Lulu out of his head, and his lower regions were so tingly. His mind began to wander.

‘Momma got so huge… she was growing right in front of me…’ his pants grew tighter, his tent more pronounced.

“Her tummy was so BIG, and her boobies tasted so GOOD…” he mumbled. The errant thoughts kept making their way straight to his member. He couldn’t take much more of his pants, and disrobed quickly. The moment of rubbing cloth against skin set off a small wave of euphoria. He decided to try and see if he could replicate that feeling with his hand, his mind fueled by images of Lulu’s huge belly, that lovely blue line on her tummy, the amazing taste of her warm milk…

“HNNNG… oh geez what a mess!”

~

Pinnacle Rock, Day 3

She. Is. Still. Going. I’m beginning to think I’ve made a bad call on those meds. Her growth has been amazing, her breasts are… I have no words. They are just… And her tush has creeped out from under her it is SO SOFT. I can’t wait to roll her over and test it for myself! It’s about the only part of her still soft, however. Her breasts are almost iron-like in their hardness, and her belly is taut as a drum. I’ve even noticed a stretchmark on her bloated tits, which has started to cause me a little unease. That Iko woman noticed as well, but I have calmed her fears. I can’t let them stop feeding her. At this point, the shock might do something terrible if she stops feeding her hunger. We just have to keep throwing food down her gullet and hope that her hunger gives out before her skin does. I’ve had to replace normal feeding with an automated device attached to her face, and have sent all Zora not preparing her food off to find more.

My side experiment, meanwhile, is a success. I am now bearing the fruit of my research, and it feels surprisingly good. I am almost ready to apply the potion to my toy, but maybe at a lower concentration. I seem to have a knack for non-lethal overdoses this past week.

~

Ophora strode up to her favorite whale, slowly taking in the immense figure before her. The massive belly rose far above her head, and as she rested her hand on the silk-clad underbelly she could feel it slowly expanding from her massive feeding. She slowly paced around the sphere, approaching the giant teats of her sea cow. The cream-and-fat-filled spheres had inflated to more than triple their previous size, but were now dotted with occasional dark blue marks. The doctor finally circumvented her pet’s massiveness and followed the feeding tube down her valley of cleavage. Her toy’s face was covered in the shadows of her endowments, her mouth strapped to a mask attached to the feeding device. ‘Maybe I should take it off…’ her stomach growled, almost as if in response to the doctor’s thoughts. ‘…or maybe not.’

“Oi, can you hear me?”

The bloated Zora’s eyes drifted lazily open.

“How’s my whale doing today? Still eating like a bloated pig?”

She slightly nodded, her face beginning to blush.

“Well you seem to be enjoying it. You have no idea how fat you are, do you cow.”

Lulu shook her head.

“You’re fucking immense. A bloated puffer fish that keeps inflating like the greedy animal you are.”

She moaned, and her womb began to bloat again at a rapid pace.

“Look at you, getting off to being such a lardass! But as your doctor I still have to keep you healthy. Time for your checkup.” Ophora pulled a stethoscope from one of her numerous pockets and placed it on the giant, bare swell of tummy encroaching on Lulu’s face. The huge Zora jumped a bit as the cold metal nipped her flesh.

“Lets see here…  I can hear your greedy guts groaning for even more food, your eggs click-clacking off each other as you make more like the breeder you are, and…” although Lulu couldn’t see it, her face went somewhat worried. ‘Oh no… what is that creaking noise? Probably just her womb stretching…’ she dismissed.

“And then there are these pontoons!” she said, quickly regaining her teasing demeanor. She placed her stethoscope on the surface of the her right udder and shoved, hearing a veritable typhoon of sloshes and waves… and that same creaking sound underneath it all. “You’re almost ready to greet Fel-Fel tonight, but we both know you can do better! You don’t want to disappoint him, do you?”

That did it. Lulu moaned loud enough to be heard over her sloshing tit, and her growth quickly redoubled its pace.

“But you’re MY big luscious egg sac, and your doctor has treated you so well… she wants to be rewarded. Even animals know when to express gratitude, right cow?” She said, guiding Lulu’s hands up to her sweater puppies. Lulu groped and squeezed, desperately hoping that if she pleased the doctor, she’d get her burning, unfulfilled desire finally doused. The poor girl had been growing more and more pent up over the past few days, and felt like she might just burst any moment if she wasn’t taken care of. She didn’t know how right she was.

As she was distracted by her pet’s enthusiastic groping, Ophora failed to notice the woman’s curves slowly encroaching on what little space there was near her head. Whether it was her belly bloating from below or her breasts billowing from the sides, she was getting hemmed in. And then she heard it. That straining, groaning noise from before. She opened her eyes and immediately drew back in horror from Lulu’s grasp. There were dark blue stretchmarks forming all over the huge expanse of belly in front of her, and glancing to her sides she noticed the same on those glorious udders.

“Oh… SHIT!” She yelled, quickly taking Lulu’s mask off. The bloated fish woman reacted immediately, straining to reach for the mask, fervently trying to stand up from under her bulk.

“Nooooo, give it baaaaack!” She moaned, feeling her hunger begin to grow in force.

‘NO LU. Look at yourself! Do you SEE those marks! You are this close to bursting!’ Is what she wanted to say. She stopped herself. She knew if she did, her patient would ride another wave of pleasure straight past the bursting point.

“Uh, err… d-d-don’t you want to save your growth for when Fel-Fel gets here?  Let him watch?” She stuttered instead, desperately grasping at straws. “I’ll give it back if you calm down, ok?”

“Alright… but why did you stop teasing me, we were getting to the best part! I feel like I could explode with all this unsated desire!”

“J-j-just getting you w-w-worked up for Fel-Fel, that’s all!” She nervously spluttered, quickly attaching the feeding mask again to avoid more questions as she felt a soft silkiness envelope her from behind.

‘Oh my goddess this feels heavenly…’ she thought, ‘…and I’ll never feel it again if she blows!’ She quickly swam up and out, noticing just how little room there was left for Lulu’s face.

“Oh damn it all, IKO!” she shouted, rushing into the fortress. “IKO, I need you here NOW!”

“Yes ma’am!” The strong Zora saluted, poking her head from the kitchen. “What’s the matter Ms. Ophora?”

“I need you to get everyone topside and roll Lu onto her front, she’s running out of room near her head. And I need you to relieve the pressure on her breasts ASAP! Just you, no one else, give any of these new guys an inch and they’ll take her for a ride.”

“Wait, what’s going on?” Iko said, the look on her face making it clear that her mind was still connecting the dots.

“You were right, her skin is under too much stress! I have a plan to save her, but you NEED to keep her in one piece until I get back! And don’t stop the feeding device, she’ll go into shock if her hunger isn’t dealt with first!” She rambled quickly. The dawning terror on Iko’s face was all she needed to see to know her instructions were received. “And do NOT. Let her know. If she knows she’s this close, it may push her over the edge.”

She rushed off to her room, grabbed the tunic she had tailored for the boy, and began swimming towards the abandoned shrine as fast as she was able. She knew she had at least a few hours, but she’d need some alone time with the boy to figure out exactly what needed to be done.

~

Felice was sitting in the same room as he was three nights ago when his momma disappeared from his life. He was saddened by the memory, but he also remembered what made him feel better. ‘Miss Opho was so nice to me… she promised that everything would be ok…’ his face began to redden ‘…and her chest was so soft… she kept pushing my face into it…’

And it was with those thoughts that he saw his savior splash somewhat less than gracefully out of the water, landing compromisingly on top of him, sweater-covered breasts shoved into his face.

“Owwww, I shouldn’t do those jumps… they were made for more aerodynamic Zora than- OH GOSH FEL-FEL!”

“MFFF OFOH!” came his muffled greeting, hugging her to him. She leaned back into a sitting posture, petting the boy’s hair.

“Nice to see you too, kid. Now I’ve got a few questions for you before you get your present, ok?” He nodded into her sweater puppies, causing her to blush and let out a light coo. “P-p-please let go Fel-Fel…”

~

Back at Pinnacle Rock, the worshippers of the great Zora had successfully pivoted her into a ‘belly-bed’ position, at the cost of their stamina. All of them were in various stages of overstrained collapse except one. Iko had mounted herself to the giant udder in front of her, suckling as fast as she could. The milk gave her the energy to continue on, and a growing desire in the back of her increasingly lust-addled mind…

~

“So let me make sure I’ve got all this. When Lu grows, she’s usually blushing, says things that make you feel funny, and always shudders and calms down near the end. And that’s everything you know, right?”

“Yes, Miss Opho.” Chirped Felice.

‘So what are we missing… she gets big because she’s aroused, then she works herself up, and finally… oh my goddess she hasn’t climaxed since that night in the shrine! That selfish fan-girl hasn’t done anything but tease Lu’s breasts and feed her for three solid days! Gah, it was so simple! I just need to go back and… no, I might not be able to get her from zero to a hundred fast enough… but I know someone who can…’

“Fel-Fel, do you want to make momma Lu REALLY happy?” queried Ophora, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

“More than anything!” he squealed.

“Well then, I’m going to teach you how to make a woman very happy. Today is your first lesson.” She said, adjusting her glasses. “Now come here and do everything I tell you, and whatever comes naturally. You’ll know if you’re doing it right.” Felice walked right in front of her. “Ok,” she said, unbuttoning her lab coat, “grab my sweater from the bottom and pull it up.” He clenched the bottom hem of her sweater and slowly lifted it up her frame. When he got it to her neck, he froze. “Ok, stop there. Now what do you see?” she said, biting her lip.

Due to how long and baggy her sweater was, the Sheikah now saw a few things most people had no idea about. For example, the fact that the Zora in front of him wore a black miniskirt across her waistline, that she wore a huge-yet-too-small purple bra to keep her fat breasts from flopping around in her loose sweater, or that her panties were a deep forest green. What he registered, however, was her rounding potbelly. Instead of being just tubby, it stuck out almost as far as her breasts with the skirt snugged around its equator, almost like she was…

“Y-your b-b-boobies… and your tummy… are you p-pregnant like momma?” Felice stuttered out, feeling a familiar tightness in his pants.

“Yes little Fel-Fel. This is what you like right?” She teased while rubbing away at her belly’s soft, rounded surface. She slowly arced her back out, pushing her tummy closer and closer to him. “I’m gonna get bigger… and bigger… just… for… you.” She breathed into his ear as she pushed him to the floor. She could feel his hardened shaft poking into her cushioned midriff, having won its freedom in the fall. She had nailed him perfectly. It wasn’t just Lulu he wanted, he had a serious pregnancy fetish he didn’t even know how to handle. Even though her egg hadn’t been fertilized, it was more than large enough to give her the figure she needed to wrap this kid around her finger. She smooshed his entire body against her pudgy form, feeling the boy’s mounting excitement pulse against her. She slowly sat up, only to readjust and hot-dog his eagerness between her large panty-covered buns.

“Do you like this, Fel-Fel?” She asked, making sure he could only see her glistening eyes from his position under her, the rest of her face hidden behind her voluminous breasts.

“Y-y-yes, it feels soooo weird but soooo gooood!” He shouted, reaching up and groping her bra-encased tits.

“Let me just take that off for you…” she said, and took a deep breath. The tough straps made a straining noise as the clasp blew off and freed her head-sized melons, the bra flopping down onto Felice’s face. ‘I might just break the poor dear.’ She thought, feeling his hardening tube between her glutes.

“Now Fel-Fel, I’m gonna show you how you’re supposed to fully enjoy a well-endowed woman’s chest.” She said, slowly getting up and sliding down to his waist. She looked up at him, propped up on his elbows as he watched her with wide eyes. She slowly enveloped his steely rod between her plush pillows, gradually applied pressure to the sides of her sizable melons, and watched his eyes roll back as his mind was overwhelmed with sensations it had never had to deal with before. She lifted her breasts up the shaft, then slammed them down and kissed the exposed tip poking out near her chin. As she lifted again, he began to spasm as his load spurted between her heavy tits, a few drops shooting up into her open mouth.

“Looks like Little Fel-Fel is happy.” she snarked, standing back up. She collected her bra, and after a few nudges here and there the clasp was back to serviceable use. As she slid the fabric back over her breasts and pulled her sweater back down, she watched the boy slowly rise to his feet.

“Did you enjoy your lesson?” she asked. ‘Wish I had time to play with his toy a bit more…’

“Y…yes…” he panted out. ‘She said she’d get bigger for me! I can’t wait for the next lesson!’

“Then it’s time to apply that to Lu.” She stated, watching his face go red and his shaft begin its climb once more. ‘Oh the stamina of youth… gonna be SUCH a fun toy…’ “Here’s your gift, a Zora Tunic. Do you know where Pinnacle Rock is?”

“O-Of course, you can see the pillars from here!”

“That’s where she waits for you. Go now, and go fast! And if I can offer you a tip, try putting your toy in her mouth. It should make both of you happier than you’ve ever been.”

“Yes ma’am!” He shouted. Quickly stripping, he donned the ocean-blue tunic, its length almost dress-like on him. He dived into the water and swam off into the distance, not quite as fast as an average Zora, but easily as fast as the plush one he had just entertained.

“Aaaah that was exciting! I need to start formulating his next ‘lesson.’ I wish we could just fuck, but I don’t want my egg getting fertilized…” she pouted, rubbing her large belly and feeling the single multi-cored egg nestled in her womb.

“I’d better follow him, need to make sure he gets there in ti-“ she stopped midsentence, feeling a growing warmth in her breasts. She quickly pulled her sweater back up, and noticed Felice’s seed had disappeared from her cleavage. ‘Where did it all go? Did it get absorbed into my skin?’

The heat soon blossomed into a growing pleasure, and under her watchful gaze her head-sized fun-bags began pushing up and out of her increasingly inadequate bra. She scrambled to undo the clasp, but in attempting to repair it earlier she crimped it closed. ‘The only way this bra is coming off is breaking it!’ she thought, aroused by her clothing’s distress.

Ophora soon felt the heat flowing down her back, and felt her buns begin to rise in pace with her breasts. Her fat ass had always been large, but now it was truly reaching epic proportions as it peeked out from her miniskirt. Her panties began to make similar cries as her bra as they slowly began to tear apart. ‘Oh goddess I’m getting so FAT!’ she thought, her excitement and arousal reaching a fevered peak.

And then, she began to feel the warmth envelope her whole body, and unbeknownst to her, her tummy began to bulge out from behind the cover of her breasts. As she was racked with pleasure from her constrained tits and bloating butt, her belly was rapidly making up the difference in size. And that’s when her bra blew off and her udders succumbed to gravity, slapping down on her newly bloated tummy. The force threw her down, her tush squishing out and popping the last threads of her panties. She was a collection of large spheres, none noticeable larger than the others, bathing in the afterglow of her wondrous expansion.

“T…that was… amazing… I need… to do that again… soon…” She panting, looking down at her swollen form. “Wait, is that… did my egg… HOW IS IT THIS HUGE!?”

~

As he swam towards the distant monument many thoughts swirled through Felice’s mind. ‘Why did they take momma to Pinnacle Rock? What’s been happening over the past three days? …How big is mommy now?’ That last thought formed a bulge in his tunic’s trailing skirt. He didn’t have to wait long for the answer, and as the pillars of the landmark came into view through the dark water, so too did a massive light blue sphere caged between them. Fel stared wide-eyed at the enormity before him. He saw the white, heart-covered panties still clinging for dear life to the large orbs mounted to the top of the object. As he swam around the ball he noticed several dark blue lines running along the height of the mass, with low groans and creaks issuing from deep beneath the surface as his mind began to register exactly what the sphere was. ‘T-t-this is MOMMA!?’ he internally yelped, his eyes tracing the darkened lines upwards. ‘And those are her boobies…’ he drooled into the water, kicking off the ground to properly greet his mother. As he floated by, he noticed a few odd things. ‘Those lovely marks are on her boobies too… and what is this tube between them?’ And then he saw her. ‘That strong lady that was helping mama! She’s HUGE!’

Iko had been busy during Ophora’s jaunt to the coast. Every moment had been spent suckling on Lulu’s strained teats, and it showed on one particular part of her physic. The magic infused milk had reinforced the stretchy organ it was being stored in, turning Iko’s stomach into a veritable reservoir of lactose. Her belly stretched out under her almost as large as the milk factories she was drawing from while their own size remained undiminished despite her efforts. Her face had a deep blush, eyes rolled back, mind currently lost behind a haze of pleasure as she continued to suckle.

As he floated over the engorged udders he finally saw her body perched on the apex of her grand swell. Her bubble butt rose up behind her torso and was held high by her somewhat outgrown panties, but what really caught his attention was her face. ‘Mama’s eyes are closed… and why is that tube stuck to her face!  Is she ok?’ He paddled up to her head and scrabbled at the mask, detaching it from her as her eyes fluttered open.

~

Lulu was in food coma bliss, stuffed to her limit and beyond by the feeding device as the digestive aids wore off. In her dreams she was lithe and sleek once more, being ravished by a young Sheikah boy. As their passion reached its peak and he pulled out his dripping member, she felt her tummy begin to grow tight. As she sat down Dream-Felice rubbed her belly and asked “So are you ready to be a brood-mother?”

“Of course Fel, anything for you.” she replied, her womb beginning to swell up at a quick pace.

“Yay! Now walk with me momma, you should move around while you can. You’re gonna get BIG!” He said as he helped her up. Her tummy was jutting out as far as her first pregnancy, forcing her immediately into an exaggerated waddle.

“Oh its so hard to walk now!” she blushed.

“Forget walking, you’re a waddling momma!” Said Fel. “Don’t you think its so much sexier than walking ever was? Go on, strut your stuff for your baby.” 

“Oh you want me to add some shake to my waddle, love?” she teased, swinging her hips to make her belly bob back and forth. With every step her waddle grew more pronounced, her tummy and breasts grew rounder and heavier, and her vision slowly grew obstructed by her milky sacs, and yet her strut had not slowed down in the slightest. The mass of her belly soon began tugging slightly on her footing, however, causing her to slow down. “I’m sorry Fel, I’m just getting too big to show off for you…” she pouted.

“Its ok, let me help!” he said, and she felt multiple pairs of his gentle hands cradle and toss her blimping womb between struts, carrying her along on her belly’s momentum. “I’ve got you momma! Keep shaking what the goddess gave you!”

“I’ve got such a helpful little dear…” she cooed, stroking the face of the imaginary boy next to her. Her tummy now audibly sloshed as it bobbed back and forth, her eggs lightly tapping together in her distended womb. Every step the sloshes got louder, and Lulu got more and more excited.

Looking to her side, she could barely see her baby. Her massive milkers defied gravity to stick to her tummy but their sheer size had begun to obscure her side view. “Oh! My boobs are so fat I can’t see where I’m going! …how big am I Fel?”

“Very big. And getting bigger all the time.” He whispered in her ear as her body pumped up faster. “You’re much wider than you are tall, showing off that swollen womb for everyone to see.” Her belly jumped forward, spurting until its apex was over twice her height above her head. “And you’re all fertilized, so…” her belly suddenly began to shake on its own, “…our eggs are hatching in your great big tummy! You feel them moving around?”

She felt her great swell squirm from the inside out, her babies swimming freely in her giant dome. “Ohhh I’m huuuge…” she moaned as her stomach began to rumble. “…and soooo hungry!”

“I have an idea!  Lay down momma, we have just the snack for you!” he chirped. Lulu slowly lowered herself to the floor with the help of her cadre of Felices, but found herself touching the ground much sooner than she expected.

“What’s going on back there- OH MY GODDESS!” she yelped. The Zora had been so focused on her swelling and sloshing front that she hadn’t noticed her giant pillowy rear forming behind her, or her thick and luscious thighs attaching the fat spheres to her relatively petite calves and torso. Her ass swelled away from her body and slowly pancaked across the ground, forming a soft ‘couch’ of her own bountiful flesh. “When did THIS happen!”

“Its been happening the whole time momma!” Felice said, rubbing her titanic tushie. “It’s just a little in the way… let me help you lay back.” Lulu felt hands all over her belly gently roll her back over her squishy glutes as they pooled under her, a softer pillow she’d never lain on. Her tummy was now pointed straight up, her body buried under her baby-maker with the sole exception of her head peeking up from behind her milky mountains. “There! You comfy mama?”

“Yes dear, I’m very… cozy.” She purred, her torso smothered between her furnace-like womb and toasty buns. Her gut grumbled again, “so where is this snack of yours?”

“Right here!” he said, as several Felices groped her massive milkers, stuffing one of her proportionally tiny nipples in her mouth as she moaned in pleasure from their ministrations. Her milk began gushing down her throat, tasting more like all the best things she’d ever eaten than any one specific ‘flavor.’ She was enjoying every moment of being trapped under her steadily bloating body. Then, a voice very much like her own whispered in her ear.

“So how are you enjoying yourself, Ms. Big-as-a-house?” She recognized this voice… she’d heard it somewhere before. “You know you love it, right? Being entirely vulnerable? Being so mind-blowingly huge?” Lulu glanced up, mouth still working her fat teat, and saw what she could only describe as a svelte mini-her. The woman looked like she did before her pregnancy, but noticeably shorter with the same proportions. She wore her old dress, but also had some familiarly shaped glasses, so unique looking but she couldn’t quite place them. Her puzzled face must have been easy to read, as the woman readily answered her unspoken question. “You want to know who I am? That doesn’t really matter, but lets just say I know you better than you do! Just let me take care of everything, I guarantee you’ll love it!”

The woman reached past her personal milk jug and slowly began to stroke her taut tummy. The bloating sphere filled her with pleasure as the woman’s voice filled her head. “You’ve been hiding behind doing all this for Felice. You know you love every moment of it.” She patted the small span of belly she could reach, then walked out of Lu’s sight. “You love being a big ball of eggs. You’ve loved it since you laid your first clutch, and you love it even more as you’ve grown.” Even as she paced farther away, her voice still sounded like it was right next to Lulu’s head. “Just follow this eager thing here, it’ll tell you everything I say is true.” Lulu felt something touch against her moist slit, and moaned loudly into the bloated breast that continued to fill her up. “These huge childbearing hips burn you up,” she felt many hands, including her own, push and grope her gigantic tush. More than a few slapped her jiggly booty, eliciting cries of pain and pleasure. “,you want these bloated milkers to be teased and engorged,” her hands were suddenly free from her tummy, but acting of their own accord. She saw herself remove her teat from her mouth and tie a tight knot around the release with a cute ribbon. She almost immediately felt the creamy reservoir begin to back up, the pressure causing her to groan as her udders slowly expanded with their backed-up cargo. “,and you NEED this wrecking-ball belly to grow… you don’t care what happens, eggs, food, milk, you just have to GROW, and you CAN’T go back to being so small and empty, you MUST be a baby-factory. Right Lulu?” As she spoke, the dreaming mother’s belly pushed down on her harder and harder as it growth accelerated with every enunciated word.

“YES! Oh I NEED it more than anything! I couldn’t live with myself if I wasn’t a roly-poly ball of eggs and milk! I’m a breeding machine, and I need to be used!”

The figure walked back into her field of vision, but something was different. She was now noticeably pregnant, her underbelly poking out from under her dress. “You remember when you were just this big? When you had a happy little tummy?” As she spoke, her belly inched out from under her dress, and her breasts strained at the straps. “And then you started blowing up like a baby-filled balloon all of a sudden…” Her stomach quickly surged forward, and her dress split down the middle and covered Lulu’s face. By the time she removed the offending garment, the woman before her had swollen to the point where her egg-burdened tummy almost rested on the floor, while her fat tits hung ponderously on the side slopes of her enormity, slowly leaking. “…whoops, my dress flew off! Maybe if yours burst earlier you’d still have been able to see when you were this fat!” she giggled.

“THAT’S what I looked like?” Lulu asked, dumbfounded. Although she was magnitudes larger, she’d never had the chance to see someone get that immensely pregnant due to the shrine’s lack of mirrors. A small amount of drool dribbled out of her mouth and up her cheek.

“Oh no silly, you were BIGGER! I’m quite a bit shorter than you, but still proportional. I’m just putting on a show for the biggest mama. Feel your throat going dry just looking at me? Imagine how you’d feel if you could see yourself? Or even how Fel feels looking at YOU! You’re not just a fertility goddess, you’re his sex goddess!”

Lulu’s loins were on fire. This woman knew exactly what to say to burn her up and rock her to her lust-driven core. “So I’m bigger than that? Mind showing me how much, Ms. Doesn’t-matter?”

“Of course!” She said, turning to the side allowing Lulu a profile view, as well as a first glimpse of her colossal derriere. “Do these eggs make my butt look big?” teased the woman as she cocked her hips and lightly patted her hindquarters, causing a tidal wave of ripples to crash over its surface. And then, she grew. And grew. And grew. Lulu was speechless, rendered mute by the divine form in front of her, and the knowledge that this woman was still smaller than her. Her mind blanked under a haze of pure lust. “Phew… ok, any bigger and I’ll be out of your field of view… but suffice to say, your over three times bigger than THIS!” She exclaimed, gesturing to the mound of young in front of her. Lulu registered this from her haze and snapped to attention, etching the woman in front of her into her memory. “Now how about you go and enjoy yourself. You’re little love is waiting for you!” And with that her world vanished, replaced with a very concerned-looking young Sheikah in a blue tunic popping off her feeding mask…

~

“Momma, are you ok!” the worried boy shouted, on the verge of tears.

“I’m doing just fine Fel.” She muttered sleepily, stretching out her arms and yawning. As her dreams slowly came back to her she once again began to gradually grow with her bottled lust, her overtaxed flesh letting out a constant stream of quiet creaks. Her massively taut tummy drove her quickly back into her mindset from her dream. She needed to have some ‘fun’ and her favorite toy was right in front of her. “Oh Fel, you’re such a good boy coming all this way to see your needy momma! Do you like what you see?” She asked, stroking every bit of her belly she could reach. “I’ve gotten so swollen and fat…all…for…you.” She teased. His tunic immediately tented out.

“I-I love it all… big mama…” he mumbled, his brain frying with everything it’s had to recently process.

“I’ve worked so hard to get big, stuffing myself for full days… getting my boobs turned into milk factories… and now, I’m all yours. Your own big taut baby balloon!” She yelled, a crazed look in her eyes as an escalating creak came from her belly.

‘Balloon? Those marks… the creaks… what that girl said… blow her up… she’s gonna go boom…’ Felice’s mind slowly cranked out. ‘OH NO!’ “Momma please calm down, you’re gonna blow up!” he squeaked.

“Of course I’m blowing up! I’m gonna keep getting rounder and bigger forever! I NEED TO!” She screeched in ecstasy,

“NOOOOO!” He cried, hugging her to him as well as he could, “I don’t want you to pop! I want momma to be here with me!” he began to sob.

Her fire immediately went out. Her baby was upset, so she was in Mother Mode. And the first thing she noticed was a loud straining sound and the massive tension in her swollen gut. ‘How could I not notice this before? Was I that far gone?’ she worried to herself. “Iko, leave us for the moment!” Iko was long past the point of registering someone else’s voice, but her body chose that moment to fall into a milk-fueled slumber. Her round form drifted to the seafloor and settled with a wet slosh.

“Momma… mommaaaa!” Felice cried, oblivious to the world.

“There there, its ok Fel. Momma would never leave you.” She soothed, rubbing his back gently. “How have you been love? I’ve been lonely down here with just Ophora and Iko.”

“I-I’ve been lonely too… I s-stayed at the shrine for most of the time… I HAD to see you as soon as I could!” He sniffled out. “I love you momma. More than ever.”

“I love you too Fel.” She said, pulling him into a full lip-lock. The boy didn’t quite know how to reciprocate, but he tried his best. As they pulled apart, she whispered into his ear “Now do you want to feel really good? Cuz when a woman loves a man there are certain things she does for him that feel amazing.”

“Y-you promise you won’t pop?” he asked. Her tummy felt less tight than it did a moment ago, but she still seemed to be very slowly expanding and her breasts felt more taut than ever with her ‘pump’ out of commission.

“I promise.” She said. “Now is there anything you want to do?”

“Well… Ms. Opho told me it would be fun to try putting this in your mouth.” He said, swimming back a bit and gesturing to his tented tunic.

‘Just fellatio? I guess it would be good to ease him into this…’ she thought. “Come here then love, nestle down in my milky valley and let mama take care of you.” She sultrily stated, eyes half lidded and locked on his tunic bump. He settled into the massive crevasse that was her cleavage, legs splayed over her shoulders and torso surrounded in silky smooth breast-flesh. She rolled his tunic over her prize and his shaft sprung to full mast. He shuddered in anticipation and the motion set off her hypersensitive breasts. ‘Oooooh… maybe this won’t be so boring after all…’ “If you wanna make momma feel as good as you’ll feel, make sure you play with my big boobs.” She suggested. 

“Yes ma’am!” he enthusiastically replied as he began to knead the flesh between his open palms. She shuddered and once again began to bloat up, but neither of them had the right frame of mind to notice. Her great swell sloshed heavily as she felt yet another clutch of eggs settle in with their countless siblings, the pressure enhancing her pleasure even further. She began to tenderly kiss his member, working her way from its tip to its base and back again. She licked the tip and slowly worked it into her mouth, causing him to spasm and slide further into her silky crevasse. As she worked his steely rod, he dove further into her cleavage, and as his motions caused her greater pleasure her breasts began to fill. With no Iko to suckle them her nipples couldn’t express, and the backed up flow began to pump up her life-giving sacs. Felice could feel the boobs closing in around him, and eventually he was entirely covered.

“You like that?” Lulu teased, giving his shaft a small break. Her arms were pushing her gigantic bosoms together, squishing him between her vast mounds. He could hear their absurd amount of liquid sloshing around him, and an odd ‘rushing’ sound that was her glands working overtime. He was smooshed between her still-ripening orbs, with his every move feeding into her heightening joy. As she began to suck in earnest her now overfilled tits pushed back against her arms and enveloped Felice under their own pressure, pushing both of them over the edge. He emptied his load down her greedy throat, and her hormonal spasms soothed her taut skin.

Lulu removed the slackened shaft from her throat, moaning in the afterglow. “Aaaaaah, I needed that SO badly…”

“Mrrrrrrrph…” came a muffled sigh from the deep trench of cleavage. His organ spent, Felice pulled himself from the warm embrace of her bosom and laid out on top of her breast. “That… was… amazing…”

~

‘I guess I can get used to this.’ Ophora thought as she swam back to Pinnacle Rock significantly slower than usual. ‘I mean, its not THAT big, and I got these lovely sweater puppies out of the deal! And the belly will make it easier to entice Fel-Fel into more lessons anyway.’

When she arrived, she saw the large spheres that were Lulu’s breasts quivering, and heard muffled moans from above… and from below? ‘They wasted no time, I see.  But what’s that other groaning HOLY!’ She rushed down to the bloated ball that was Iko, her milk-filled stomach squishing under the barely conscious woman’s hands. “Are you alright? What did you do to yourself!?”

“I just drank… soooo much… oh goddess it’s heavenly…” Iko mumbled, nearly incoherent.

“Lets get you down to your room, alright?” Ophora said, sliding into her role a caretaker. ‘I’m gonna keep this one under observation. Who knows what this much milk is gonna do to the greedy guts!’ As they waddled off, Ophora gently assisting Iko into the depths of the base, they missed the giant form beside them beginning to quiver…

~

“Oooooh…” Lulu moaned, something familiar but far stronger than usual emanating from her core. “Feeeeel… you wanted a bigger momma, right?”

“Yes momma, I love how round you’ve gotten!” He chirped, hugging onto the udder under him.

“Well I’m… about to get… a… WHOLE… LOT… BIGGER!!!” She screamed, her mind fogging over with indescribable pleasure as her body began to bloat outward at a measured pace. Her growth was not in spurts or barely discernable increments, but a stead flow of inch upon inch, foot upon foot. “OH GODDESS I’m gonna be HUGE! And it’s all because of you baby. My lovely little boy wants more momma, and that’s exactly…” she felt her belly touch something, “what was that?”

“Your tummy is touching one of the pillars momma!” Felice exclaimed, and it was as he said; her belly was resting against the pillar she had been rolled towards when she was rotated earlier that day. “You’re amazing!”

“No, YOU are Fel!” she beamed at him proudly. She patted her womb, a low tone reverberating from her touch. “I told you, this is all because of you. Now get over here babe, you’re supposed to cuddle after having fun.” He paddled over, settling down next to her on the growing swell of her egg-filled-and-filling womb. She looped her arm over him and snuggled him close as he sank slightly into her soft flesh. “So what have you been up to love? Tell momma about your day.”

“It was pretty boring. I spent most of the day at the shrine waiting for Big Sis Opho, then she taught me how to make momma happy!” He snuggled against her further as he finished his statement. “And it worked! Momma’s happier than I’ve ever seen her! And so BIG!”

“And getting… bigger… dear…” She reminded him, her breathing growing heavy. Between her little boy being so close and her body constantly growing she was once more falling into a haze of orgasmic pleasure. She could feel her breasts pulse larger in time with her heartbeat, the milk inside filling every available space as it was formed. Her panties tightened against her fattening rear, squeezing her twin globes into four loaves of pliable squishy flesh. Her belly, however, stole the show. “Soooo… muuuuch… biiiiiggeeeer…”

“You’re… really ‘enjoying’ yourself, right?” Felice asked, a switch finally flipping in his mind.

“Yeeeeeees… more… and more… and bigger… oooh I think I hit another pillar!” she purred as her eggs continued to form in her magic-imbued womb, her tummy closing in on the remaining pillars. One after the other, the stones began to embrace her as she grew more and more massive. “Mmmm, there’s another one…”

“…think you can reach them all?” the Sheikah boy teased. “I want my momma to be the biggest!”

“I’m already the biggest hun, no woman’s ever been this sexy before.”

“But momma said she would be the biggest for me! And I want you BIGGER! Please mommy?”

Something inside Lulu snapped. Her baby wanted her bigger. Not the boy in her dreams, not the one in her mind, the real Felice wanted her rounder. Her growth sped up enormously as the thought sank in. “I’d never disappoint you dea-OH… I hit that one pretty har-OOF! O-ok… that’s all of them Fel… whew this is a tight fit now…” she grunted, her womb snugged against the rocky spires and beginning to leak out between them as still more eggs grew in her vast uterus.

“Wow… you got… huge momma! You’re as big as… as a whale!” Felice panted, his body overwhelming him with sensations as he watched his favorite sphere balloon.

“And… still… going… dear…” the growing fish-woman panted in kind, “Oooooh this pressure…”

“A-are… you ok?” the boy fretted “y-you can… stop now if… it hurts!”

“No pain… dear… but say goodbye… to those ‘little’ rocks!” She groaned, as a loud series of cracks resounded throughout the area. The six pillars, once markers of a deadly serpents’ nest, crumbled and were pushed outwards by the swell of blessed life from the goddesses chosen one. Felice’s response was brief.

“…whoa…”

[otakucaboosewrites]

Lulu’s Growing Desires, 5

Doctor’s Notes

Formerly Pinnacle Rock, Day 4

Holy. Fucking. Shit. It’s not every day you wake up to find a goddess-damned LANDMARK leveled by a monolith of flesh. I have no words left to describe how massive that sea-cow has gotten, but at least her food intake has slacked off somewhat and the immediate problem of her blowing up seems to have abated. I’m not separating those two for more than a day ever again, that was too close. I don’t care how big the boy makes her, it’s FAR better than the alternative…

In other news, that selfish little remora Iko has had some interesting developments! She seems hooked on our dear goddess’s milk, and I’ve got nothing better to do with the excess we pump out of her except give it to Iko. After seeing what overdosing does to someone, it’s slaked my appetite…

~

Ophora opened the door to the lowest room in the central tower, which Iko had picked out for herself on their first day. She was greeted with a grumbling noise as the room’s sole occupant heard her drag in a huge sealed jar of holy milk.

“Hey Iko, I have your dinner!” Ophora said, bracing herself to see what changes had befallen the woman since lunch. From a side chamber, she caught a glimpse of blue flesh bounding out before she was bowled over.

“Thank you soooo much Ophie!” squealed the woman sitting on top of the doctor, no longer a fit and trim specimen of a fishwoman. Her formerly muscular physique was hidden under layer upon layer of thick, jiggling fat. Her hips had flared immensely, and were the reason she was dependant on Ophora bringing her milk, as her massive breeding hips were too big for the doorway. Her breasts weren’t far behind, two massive globes hanging from her chest, but bone dry. Her belly had actually gotten away with the least change, a tubby potbelly just barely hiding her pronounced abs. “Yay Lulu milk! You know just what I like!” she said as she hefted the jar, popped the seal and began to chug.

“Well I’m just thoughtful like that.” Ophora said, gently pushing Iko off and edging for the door as Iko’s belly began to balloon with it’s dairy cargo. “I’ll be back with your breakfast tomorrow morning. Remember to take your measurements!”

“Mmhmm!” Iko mumbled around her feast, nothing more important to her at the moment than getting milk into her stomach.

~

Doctor’s Notes

Fort Ophora, Day 5

If she weren’t so FAT she’d crush me with those silly tackles… wonder if she’ll get plush enough to lose buoyancy control? Only time will tell.

As for my developing couple, the boy has been coming by every evening for ‘lessons’ and every evening I have to let my sweater and skirt out. I’ve been teaching him how to take care of a woman as well as trying to tutor him in Sheikah arts, but the former is having a lasting impact. He’s blowing me up, and I’m sure he thinks I’m doing it to myself because he’s always out of the room before it happens. Still, it’s worth it. The boy’s a natural at eating fish, and he’s supernaturally good at working my swollen tits. Oh goddess, I need relief… and the boy is out HUNTING! Maybe I can play with my ball…

~

Ophora waddled her way up to the ‘roof’ of the underground outpost, pausing mid-step when the cerulean-streaked cyan surface came into view. No matter how many times she saw the blessed mother, the sight still took her breath away as her brain tried to make sense of the woman’s girth. She began the long paddle upward, slowing down when she heard a pronounced sigh behind the twin globes that were Lulu’s luxuriously soft cheeks. Ophora gently set herself down on one, provoking a squeak as she opened up with some pleasantries.

“Hey Lu, what’s with the sighs?” she asked as she snuggled into her personal chair.

“I miss Fel… and I’m hungry…” she pouted. “I know he hasn’t been gone for long, but that just makes it worse!”

“Would you mind if I subbed for him? A doctor should keep her patient healthy…” Ophora asked, rubbing wide swathes of Lulu’s sensitive ass.

“Oooooh that would be niiiice…” Lulu purred, throwing a bottle over her shoulder. “Fel was in such a hurry this morning he forgot to rub me down.”

“I hope you’ve used more than half a bottle so far.” the doctor snarked, looking out over the vast expanse of blue. “You can’t skimp if you want your skin to heal up right.” Two empty bottles sailed past her as the immense woman chuckled.

“Third one, actually. Fel loves an excuse to get his hands on me. He knows he doesn’t need it, but he really wants to prove he’s being helpful… mmm that feels nice…”

“Ha, he’s such a kid! Glad to see he’s still a cutie. Just curious, but have you two done it yet?”

“Ye… w-well, strictly speaking, no…” Lulu stuttered, caught off guard by the smaller woman’s bluntness.

“You really should seal the deal with him Lu. If these eggs are anything like a normal pregnancy then they still need a father, and could you lay there and tell me you have a better person picked out? And even if they don’t the boy deserves all the love you can give him, right?” Ophora said, planting seeds in the mother’s mind.

“You’re right about that… I suppose it’s long overdue…”

“Well you just think about that, I’m not the one who’ll need to hear your answer. But that’s all Felice stuff, how are you holding up?”

“I’m… managing…” Lulu said with a sigh.

“What’s eating you, Lu?” Ophora asked, her sincere worry surprising herself.

“I’ve just had too much time to think, Ophora. Last time I had kids was very much like this. I’m just worried about something happening to the little ones, or those I care about… or even myself.” the large woman muttered, a thousand-yard stare on her face.

Ophora was quiet for a moment. The singer’s first pregnancy had started unexpectedly and ended with the death of her beloved, the loss of her voice, and the kidnapping of her children. As far as she knew, the kids were still being watched at the lakeside laboratory where she had learned most of her craft, the crotchety old scientist there still convinced the water in the bay wasn’t right for Zoran tadpoles. She wondered if Lulu had as much as held them before…

“Everything will be fine Lu. Just fine. You’re healthy as a seahorse, and you’ve got me and Felice. Nothing bad will happen to any of us. Not on my watch.”

“…thanks doctor. You missed a spot, by the way.” Lulu joked, her friend still working on the first quarter of her colossal womb.

~

Doctor’s Notes

Lulu Village, Day 5 addendum

I am putting my previous potion plan on hold. Until I give birth I don’t know how it would affect anything beyond egg size. I can’t do that to her in good conscience. Heh, look who has a conscience now! Got too close to my subjects I guess, I can’t view her or the boy objectively anymore. Guess I really am just Doc Opho. Nothing wrong with that, just a little boring.

Fel-Fel is coming over for another lesson soon, so I’d better get back. He’s a quick study, he might not be able to make elements from nothing like the warriors of legends, but he’s got manipulating what’s around him down-pat. Might be able to keep up with Zora swimmers if he makes his own little current. On the other side of his studies, I should teach him a little more than just sex… there’s so much to properly pleasuring a woman…

~

Ophora closed the door behind her, waddling into her study to put down her notepad when she was grabbed from behind. Offending hands clutched her swollen breasts as the person cuddled to her back, something hard pressing against her fleshy glutes.

“Ohhh jeez Fel, you really know how to surprise a girl! I thought you were out hunting!” Ophora whined, the boy’s grip kneading her tits as a cloudy white liquid seeped out the front of her sweater.

“We got back early, but I didn’t wanna interrupt you and momma so I waited here. This is what you meant by ‘surprising your lover’ right?”

“Someone’s been paying attention, but this might be a bit literal. A more high strung Zora might have gone into labor if you did that.”

“Sorry Ms. Opho…” the boy pouted, prompting Ophora to giggle at him.

“It’s quite alright Fel-Fel. Now come into my bedroom, today’s lesson is going to be a little different. And grab that rope, we’ll need it.” she ordered, waddling into her room and quickly shucking her clothing. Laying out on her bed, her hefty belly eclipsing the door entirely as her boobs pooled over her chin, she waited until she heard the boy’s breath catch in his throat. “Enjoying the view? You have the rope, yes? Tie my ankles to the bed poles down there.”

“Y-yes Ms. Opho!” he chirped, fumbling with the smooth thread as he roped her legs to the bed.

“Now do the same to my hands.” She commanded, and he just as quickly complied, tieing her down completely.

“N-now what Ms. Opho?”

“Now I want you to do whatever you want to me. I can nudge you in the right direction, but I want to see what you can do. If you think it’ll be sexy, do it. There’s more to sex than the sex, and there’s no better teacher than experience. Just one rule, if I say ‘seabreeze’ stop what you’re doing and let me go.”

“O-okay Ms. Opho…” Felice stuttered, uncertainty flowing from his tone.

“…on second thought, two rules. No ‘Ms. Opho.’ I’m your toy for now, call me something dirty like your ‘baby factory.’ Maybe some roleplay or something, just let go, do whatever makes you feel good. Be selfish. I promise you Lu loves this kinda stuff, so practice with me.”

Hearing him take a deep shuddering breath from behind her fertile mounds, she wondered what the boy would come up with as he loudly exhaled. She felt his hands grace her stuffed womb as he cleared his throat.

“H-how is my baby factory doing today?” he asked, trying to remember what he was taught about roleplay.

“I’m doing well master.” Ophora purred, wiggling her hips to shake her belly at the boy. “Look at how many eggs I’m making for you.”

“I suppose that’s nice… I feel like you could handle more though…” Felice muttered, hesitant.

“Oh no, I disappointed master! Are you going to punish me? Slap my naughty, tiny belly?” the tied doctor teased.

“Y-yea, I will!” the sheikah shouted, pulling his hand back and tapping her tummy with a light pat. “Oh goddess I’m sorry Ms. Opho are you ok!?”

“You don’t have a mean bone in your body do you?” The zora sighed. “Forget the act then, just do things. You have a preggo all to yourself, no one’s going to stop you. If you’ve ever dreamed about doing anything, now’s the time to try it.” His face turned red as he thought back to a stimulating night when he was stuck on land, and he quickly undid his trousers. Hopping up onto the bed between her legs, he stood and grabbed the sides of her belly, looking into her eyes over the crest of her swell. She felt his hard shaft on her underbelly as it began to rub forward and back, sliding along her velvet flesh.

‘He just wants to dry-hump my tummy.’ she thought, somewhat bored. ‘Oh well, I guess I expected too much from him. He’s just too nice and too inexperienced…’ She felt a warmth spread over her dome as the boy cried out, a weight settling on her legs as he slumped down. “Did you have fun?” she said, bemusedly waiting for his ragged panting to subside.

“Yes… Miss Opho…”

“Good. Now if you wouldn’t mind letting me uuuuuuunf~” Ophora moaned, a familiar pleasing warmth bubbling up from within. She struggled against her bonds, futilely trying to grope herself as her body began to expand.

“What’s wrong Miss Oph-oh my goddess!” Felice yipped, his eyes wide as he watched the blue spheres before him inch larger.

“Guess the… mmmmm… catfish is… out of the net…” the growing woman grunted, feeling the boy’s hands caress her womb as a hard tube once more smacked into her belly.

“I did this… I can do this…?” the white-haired boy mumbled, the blood rushing to his member beginning to blur his vision. His hips thrust on their own, slowly dragging his rod across the ballooning ball before him.

“F-fellllll… stoooooop…” she moaned, her lust-addled state keeping her safeword just out of mind, and his preventing him from hearing her groaning pleas as he soldiered on. He looked towards her, but what was once a view of her face was now blocked by quivering teal breasts as they greedily searched for more space. She bucked against her bindings, twin geysers of milk shooting from her breasts pushing Felice over the edge as his own mound jets another spurt of white onto the slope before him. His knees buckle, his body spent as his partner’s womb absorbed his magic-infused leavings and her growth spiked. Ophora could do nothing but moan in ecstasy, her body burning hot with pleasure while it gently rounded out. Felice watched her belly as it tightened up, a rubberized shine glinting off its surface as a single dark-blue mark began to appear down the center. His eyes snapped open from their drowsy state as a blue blush settled onto her skin and her growth stopped, thinking back to similar events two days ago.

“Seabreeze!” he shouted, fumbling at her restraints as he vomited out apology after apology, helping Ophora into a sitting position to free her from her new weight.

“Feellll it’s oooookaaaayyy…” she groaned as the hormones, tightness, and pleasure conspired to draw out her speech. She pet him as he babbled, riding out the aftershocks as the fish-woman took stock of her new body shape. Her forward view was entirely obscured by her massive milkers, propped up as they were on her egg-bloated belly. Taking a cleansing breath, she turned to the damp-eyed boy, “Fel, can you get me my sewing kit and floor mirror? I’m gonna need to let out my sweater.”

~

Doctor’s Notes

Oasis Felice, Day 5 addendum 2

With a little help from the boy I’ve got my measurements and it looks like I’ll be sewing for awhile. My belly measurements match Lu’s when she last came to my clinic, but my boobs and tush are so much bigger! Everything’s still about the same relative size, so it looks like my equal proportions are holding no matter how big I get. Gonna need help getting milked from now on, but I’m sure Fel will oblige me. I sent him off to play with Lu for now, can’t have him ignoring her for my sake and I’m sure he can skip one evening of magic practice. Even gave him a tip on how to rile her up. I wonder if she’s going to act on her feelings…

~

Lulu lay out on her side, as close to purring as a Zora could get. Ophora had been very thorough in her work, coating every last inch of her egg-filled sac and leaving it at a mirror sheen. She snuggled into the soft pillow of her breast as the evening sun beamed down on her cyan flesh, suffusing her with a gentle warmth. The great egg-maker felt a tickling irritation on her navel, almost hesitant in how brief it was. She drowsily reached out to scratch it, her sleepy mind not understanding the fruitlessness of the task as she rubbed her flank. Her half-hearted mumbled was cut off by a quick intake of air, followed by a pleased sigh as the irritation was replaced by a sharp pinch on her fleshy nub.

“W-whoooo’s there?” Lulu shouted, her volume necessary with how far away the intruder was from her torso. She moaned aloud as she felt them push against her navel, the deep tissue massage quickly working the Zora into an amorous mood. The masseuse worked their way down her belly, following her linea until the small hands were pawing at her panties. She shuddered at the brief touch across her most sensitive spot as they moved along her fluffy buns, a flash of white visible over her shoulder. “Fel, is that you?”

“Yes ma’am!” the boy cheerily replied, taking no small satisfaction in seeing the blush on her face. “We found lots of food today, so we came back early.”

“That’s wonderful dear, I missed you today!” She beamed at him, her thoughts drifting to her conversation earlier in the day. “Hey Fel, do you know how people become daddies?” Felice thought for a moment, the puzzled expression on his face forcing Lulu to stifle some giggles.

“Well… when a mommy and daddy love each other very much, that’s how babies are made… so if someone has a baby with a mommy, it makes them a daddy?” he puzzled out.

“That’s about right. Do you know how a mommy and daddy make a baby?” she asked, her mind made up.

“They do something special… I don’t know what though…” he asked, a little crestfallen that he was so quickly stumped.

“I can teach you, if you want. Just answer this one question: Do you want to be their daddy?” she said, patting the side of her eggy mass. This caught the small Sheikah by surprise; he had not long ago thrown a fit about sharing his momma with the impending clutch.

“But would you still be my momma then?” he asked, trying to reconcile his thoughts.

“I’d be their momma, and you’d be their daddy. But to you, I’d be your Lulu, and you’d be my Felice.” she stated, warmly smiling at him. He floated about for a bit, weighing the options.

‘I don’t get to call her momma anymore… but I get the whole momma?’ he pondered. “So you’re all mine?”

“Yes dear, the babies would have a momma, Ophora has a friend, but you would have everything.”

“…ok… but what would I call you then?” Felice asked.

“How about ‘lover’?” Lulu whispered, bringing a blush to his cheeks. “Now call the others, I want to be on my front for this.”

“Actually… I think I can do that myself.” He said, grinning as he put his hands together.

“What are you dooOOOOOOOOING!?” Lulu yelled as a strong current formed as if from nothing, rolling her along the seafloor until her navel rested against the stone.

“Ophora’s been tutoring me in magic!” he chittered, his exuberance in his ability clear.

“So that’s where you’ve been wandering off to! Now, I need you to take off my panties.” she ordered. Felice blushed abit as he lay hands on her plush rear, pulling gently down causing the fabric to quickly bust at the seams and free her deceptively large tush. The blue flesh impacted him with an audible ‘fwomp’, intensifying his blush. He grew even more flustered as she spread her hefty hips, exposing a small slit hidden beneath her massive thighs.

“What’s that?” Felice asked, somewhat perplexed. ‘Girls don’t have a toy?’

“Think of it as a lock, and your toy as the key. Stick it in, and the rest should come naturally.” she instructed, looking demurely over her shoulder. She cooed as he rested his weight against her buns, the coo transforming into a moan as he began to drive his pole into her depths. He squeaked as her inner warmth enveloped his length, grunting as he drove his way hilt-deep. Natural hip motion took over as his mind was awash with sensation, the couple reduced to animalistic grunts and the slap of flesh-on-flesh. It wasn’t long before both let out a cry as they reached their limits, Lulu first as her belly massage had her on edge, then Felice as her internal spasms pulled him to his crescendo.

“Oooooooh yesssssss Fel… that was great…” she moaned, limp with pleasure as his seed rushed into her like egg-seeking missiles. A fulfilling happiness washed over her as she anticipated meeting her little ones. She felt a warming tingle within the sphere as the magic did its work, but then something happened that no one had foreseen. A dull roar of clattering eggshells began to issue forth from her enormity, followed by deft cracks and distinct shapes gliding about the surface. “Unf… what’s… going on… in there…?” she groaned as the heat migrated to her breasts, its job in her womb complete. “So much movement… mmmmmmmmmmm…”

“Are you alright?” Felice asked, eyes alight with wonder as he watched her belly become a whirlpool of life, the ever increasing activity flexing her flesh more and more as the hatching tadpoles wiggled their tails for the first time in their lives.

“I’m fine… I’ve never heard… of them hatching inside… but I’m ok…” she grunted, the familiar heat in her chest giving way to an even more familiar stretching sensation. “Ooh! I guess… I’m still not making enough… food for their taste!” Her breasts crept forward on her rowdy tummy at a slow and steady pace, a cloud of white issuing from her nipples as the contents overfilled their growing container.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” the young father-to-be asked, eye warily watching her busom for signs of stress.

“Could you be a dear… mmmmmm… and get Ophora for me… I need her to… examine thiiiiiiiisssss!” she shrieked, her face turning bright aqua as her babies swam about her amniotic sac, the feeling an indescribable mix of pleasure, strain, fulfillment, and many other battling emotions.

“Go get Miss Opho, right away!” Felice yipped, swimming off as the moans and squeals behind him turned his face rupee red.

[sylvonyx]

when i rebrand my trainersona into a leg/fighting-type specialist and his team is just this nonsense

[sylvonyx]

What if, rather than have the MC press the red or blue button at their HQ, Team Flare pressed the slay button instead

[sylvonyx]

ABCM🌌

[sylvonyx]

recent pogey commissions💎

[otiksimr]

round-let

[otiksimr]

Bing bong.

[pregtboy]

Boy whose pregnancies grow multiplicatively~ His first is a singleton, his second pregnancy is twins, followed by quads... which jumps up to octuplets. He's sitting there, huge squirming belly filling his lap, getting off to the idea that - if the trend continues - he'll carry 16 babies next time~

the real question is are you prepared for the can of worms this ask has opened

ridiculous bonkers big numbers in this one!

the numbers get realllll crazy on this one so let's just say this entirely hypothetical boy takes on the humble task of getting pregnant every nine months on the dot starting on his eighteenth birthday and stopping when he's no longer fertile as is customary for the breeder boys in a lot of my stories

within only 6 pregnancies, the size of his family is quite close to the the record number of children that any one person in history has given birth to, and at that point he's only a little 22 year old, just getting started

at only age 23 his brood has already broken into the triple digits, and the pregnancy after that he births his first triple-digit litter - one hundred and twenty-seven big healthy babies! such an accomplishment for a boy not even halfway through his twenties!

but of course it doesn't stop there...

at age 25 he births his tenth litter of five hundred and twelve precious little bundles of joy, pushing his total brood count just over a thousand. an impressive four digits - by now he and his little ones occupy their own town - but he's not done, not even close!

nothing gets him wet quite like watching those numbers keep skyrocketing, and luckily for him, his next record-shattering pregnancy - pregnancy number eleven - sees him gestating his first four-digit litter! a thousand and twenty-four babies at once is one big number, and now he's birthed a cumulative 2,047 offspring - potentially more than any individual on earth has fathered, much less given birth to! but even despite doubling the world record every nine months, our boy's appetite isn't quite satisfied, and by now even his empty head has noticed a numerical pattern~

by age 30 he's just over halfway done with his prolific gestational career, and boy has his brood ballooned! he can now officially say he's borne 131,071 children - a number that seems unreal, but as him and his unfathomably oversized belly can attest, it's very much real - over a hundred thousand little ones have made their way through his birth canal, and his fertility is singlehandedly running the resources dry (that is, if he's here with us now - for the planet's sake let's just pretend he starts breeding in his own uninhabited lil world instead of earth 😓)

at age 32, he's in the delivery room for the twentieth time, and the truly unthinkable finally comes to fruition - when he leaves the hospital with his 524,288 new babies, he's now officially the father to over one million children.

at 36 he hits a new milestone - grandfatherhood! his eldest sons start swelling up with babies of their own, and as they're hard at work gestating their very first lifters, their father is sporting a hefty belly too - his 25th, mind you - swollen with all the weight of 16,777,216 babies soon to be added to his massive army of just about the same size. only one generation and the roots of his family tree already spread across the planet, and they are rooted in deep.

at age 40, our dear mythic daddy is convinced he's on his last run - he's sure after this pregnancy he'll no longer be fertile, and he's almost mournful when he strokes the tiny fraction of his gargantuan belly that he can reach - he's sad knowing those 536,870,912 young in his planet of a belly will be his last, but he's extremely grateful and proud to say that he was successfully able to achieve the utterly inconceivable - a brood of a billion.

one billion, seventy-three million, seven-hundred forty-one thousand, eight-hundred and twenty-three, to be precise. 22 years, an even 30 pregnancies, and 1,073,741,823 babies later, he's finally done. and to think he started it all with just one baby in his belly.

except, as it turns out, he's not done. it doesn't take him long to find out he's still got eggs.

two surprise pregnancies later, right on the typical nine-month schedule of course because he can't keep himself from getting massively knocked up back-to-back, our boy is now a father to 4,294,967,295 children.

in all his fertile adult years he managed to produce over half the world's population. literally.

and by now, he's got his eldest eight litters of sons swelling up just like him, and we know fertility that strong is most definitely going to be genetic...

i wonder if fathering a planet is what he had in mind when he was younger and told people he wanted a big family~

age started: 18

age ended: 41

pregnancies: 32

babies: 4,294,967,295

biggest litter: 2,147,483,648

grandchildren: god only knows!

feel free to correct my math or tell me more about this miraculous boy and his family uwu

[crazywolf828]

To all my writers who have a tough time with smut terms and not knowing which ones to use, I have found the holy grail for us.

This reddit user took a poll of 3,500 people and went really in depth with asking their favorite terminology, along with actual pie charts on what the readers preferred to see in their smut.

Here's the direct link to the Google doc with all the info!

[ralfmaximus]

A treasure! Especially the Notable Omissions sections.

[widenmyhips]

holy CRAP this is cool!!

[seedbed-slob]

Hmmmm...thinking about a fertility curse. Not only does it guarantee that any time you have sex you'll get pregnant, and not only does it guarantee that just about anything will get you pregnant- human or monster-, not only does it give you pheromones so strong than anything with a sense of smell can practically taste your constant ovulation, not ONLY does it produce multiples and make pregnancies only take half as long and inflate your ovaries and turn your cervix into a penetrable g-spot and make your chest balloon with breastmilk even if you've had your tits removed- the pregnancies stack.

Every pregnancy is carried simultaneously. Already pregnant with that wizard's babies? Too bad, now you have a herd of minotaur calves inside you, too. Still recovering after being rearranged by a massive bull cock? Don’t let your guard down, those level 1 cockroach monsters will come by and lay an entire clutch in your womb. If you're lucky, maybe you'll only be attacked by slimes and weak monsters on your way back, so they can get you pregnant without much of a struggle. The walk was only an hour from town, but you're carrying at least five different pregnancies from at least five different species now, your belly is huge and sloshing and wobbling with cum and growing young. And who knows what else with sneak in your room or crawl through your window to knock you up again in your sleep, leaving you to wake up in the morning with your belly already so large you can barely stand up...

[let-me-fill-you]

Monster Preg that's undeniably unnatural. The belly is too large too soon, and it's constantly squirming and roiling and quivering, covered in veins and stretch marks and shiny from how taut it is, and gurgling ominously.

[sloppily-seal]

You didn't realize being the deity's surrogate would be such a big job, with your enormously pregnant belly now looming over you. You hadn't been able to leave the temple since well... since you started really, it was too much too soon and now you're scared. The deity's priests did try accommodate all of your needs however, helping you move and keep comfortable ( as much as you could anyway. ) But every so often they would drape wreathes of flowers on your belly and place their hooves on your swollen sides, murmuring words in a language you didn't understand. You felt it's movements within which only grew stronger as time went on. No longer sure of what God had placed in your womb you tentatively placed a hand on your belly. All you could really do now was wait, "the reward would be worth it" you told yourself. Even as you began to dread the day when you would bring this... this thing into the world.

[burstingwithbellies]

I don't have creative energy to get into this, but imagine this vessel being pregnant over a year and all tihe priests are on edge because they expected this thing come sooner and not be large as it is.

It worries the vessel, especially when their growth ( which has been slow whole year ) starts to speed up more the closer it is time and the temple is starting to get a little too cramped...