A woman finds a bowl of mini chocolate eggs at a party, not realising that every egg she eats adds another egg to her womb
You've never seen someone eat so much chocolate. A normal person would've gotten sick of them by now.
But she just keeps eating and eating. Stuffing herself with the tiny sweets.
She's eaten so much that her gut is bulging from her consumption. Though she really shouldn't be this bloated from just these tiny chocolate eggs... and her engorged gut sits quite a bit lower than a 'full belly' should.
She's picked up a whole bowl of the chocolate eggs. Nobody's trying to stop her. Nobody at this outdoor Easter party has made any comments about how those eggs were meant for everyone. She's just sitting there. Her expanding gut slowly spreading her legs.
She looks every bit like a woman deep into pregnancy. Her distended belly having fully escaped her shirt, it pokes out over her tight athletic shorts.
Shorts far tighter than they were a few moments ago. Strained containing her visibly wider hips. Fabric digs into her massive camel toe, visibly moistened by her wetness.
Another party-goer brings her a bowl as her gravid form threatens to pin her down to the floor below her. She accepts the offering, devouring the chocolates as if posessed by Famine itself.
People are placing pillows on the ground beneath her, as her over-productive, egg-laden womb forces her to her knees.
More guests gather around her. Some caressing her belly, softly cooing in awe and worship. Others now gently press more chocolate eggs past her lips. Two guests have attached themselves to her massive teat-like nipples. Her breasts, freed from her restrictive clothes by her dutiful attendants.
Even you are feeding her, now. Unable to stand in front of her, you stand behind her, marveling at the gravid sphere filling the grassy field meter by meter as her fertility only seems to multiply rapidly with the consumption of more easter themed confections.
She's fully lifted off the ground by about a foot and a half. Her ass, while nowhere near the size of her ova-bloated gut, is at least as large as you. Her rear, and the rest of her body, rests, suspended off the ground. her athletic shorts, now so torn into shreds they barely function as a scandelous g-string, have burried themselves deep in her massive gaping cunt.
You stare at it, in awe, as you pass basket after basket up to an attendant seated on top of her wobbling rear.
Her pussy, spewing a constant deluge of feminine lubricant, pulses and yawns. It gapes wide, all on its own, demanding to be filled. Her need to be fertilized is felt by you and everyone in the group, but none of you dare make a move.
She isn't ready yet. She isn't fertile enough.
Even still, she must be worshipped. With both hands, you massage the internal walls of her gaping cunt, allowing her divine juices to wash over you. You gently pull and stretch her opening wider, still, preparing her. Making her more form more 'right'... more appropriate for breeding.
Chocolate is fed to her in a slurry now. You don't know where the tube came from, but she's being pumped full of liquified chocolate eggs.
You don't care, so long as she keeps consuming the endless slurry.
Your face is firmly pressed against her head dwarfing clitoris. Kissing it, licking it, worshiping it. Your hands paw at it, gently, as they massage it in any way they can. Meanwhile a few dozen worshipers act as a team to massage her vaginal entrance while a half a dozen more work to stretch her wider still.
She'll birth an entire generation. An entire civilization. She'll be mother to all of existance.
But until she's fertile enough, she must be fed and worshipped. Even as her juices wash away the remains of the earth and the moon...even as her gravid form dwarfs the Milky Way..... she's still grows ever more fertile.