Daddy Loves You

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This is ridiculous! She tried to move in her school uniform from all those years ago. The buttons pulled and it barely covered half of her upper body. Her large breasts were clearly defined beneath the tight top. It was so tight that underwear wouldn’t even fit. Below she wore super tight shorts that left little to the imagination. A camel-toe showed and anything smaller would be riding up her behind. This surely had to be someone’s wet-dream.
 
It brought back so many memories from Raccoon City, but now she was older, wiser, and more skeptical of her situation. She didn’t know how she got here, but without a weapon, she had to be resourceful. She stepped out into the stone pathway and felt memories returning. Making her way up the steps she saw the entrance to the police department. Why am I back here?!

She opened the main doors, cautiously inspecting the main hall for dormant zombies. “Hello?” Better to draw them out. But, nothing moved. Her shoe tapped upon the wood, breaking the eerie silence. She stepped around the main desk, noticing a security monitor. On the screen Claire was fighting, dodging a licker before running out of view.  Sherry figured out the camera’s location and hurried upstairs, thinking how different this place looked when she was younger.
 
Pushing through a door, she heard gunshots nearby, followed by a crash. She was worried when silence followed. The next door was locked and in spite of making noise, no one came. She turned back bitterly, going to find another path. Something was moving in the main hall now, and she rushed to find the source. “Claire?” A monster appeared beneath the balcony, drawn to her voice. The mutated eye on his arm opened up, watching her intently. Recognizing the white coat and blonde hair, she knew the monster was her father.
 
He moved with unnatural speed, charging up the stairs as she shrieked. Bolting to the door, she rushed inside and pressed her body against it, trembling with panic. It didn’t even slow him down. She flew forward as the door burst apart. The figure covered his face as the other, grotesque hand reached for her. She closed her eyes, feeling its soft, slimy hand grabbing her shoulders.
 
“Get off her, creep!” Claire stood behind him, blasting him with a shotgun. He took three hits before dropping Sherry and turning back to face the real threat. Claire couldn’t get away in time, getting snatched by the monster. He lifted her off the ground and inserted a tentacle from beneath his arm. It was over quickly, leaving a small creature wriggling down her throat. The tail whipped around before disappearing between her lips. Sherry moved past, taking Claire’s hand and leading her away. The monster chased but another blast stunned it. Claire moved on her own, directing them into a secret room at the base of a statue. Sherry yelped as her father tried to reach her, but the entrance was too small.
 
Finally able to breathe, Sherry hugged her savior. “Claire, I missed you so much! What is happening?”
Claire pulled back with confusion. She was young, far younger than she should be. She looked like she had during the first outbreak. “Who… Sherry? How are you…?” Her eyes doubled as she put a hand across her chest. “Ah, it hurts!”
Sherry felt the tears coming. “No, no, we have to get the serum!”
“Ahhh!” Claire stumbled back, her hand sliding lower as she bared teeth. “It’s in my stomach!”
 
The twenty-something brunette gasped and grunted. Her belly swelled, starting to show beneath her shirt, A loud gurgle came from within. She took a clumsy step, making it jiggle as it continued growing. It rounded, pressing her jeans lower. Her flat tummy was now spherical. She was in too much pain to understand her plight. Claire burped, lifting her shirt to see movement beneath her skin. Small bulges formed and retracted in the tight stomach. It was well beyond the confines of her clothing now, sagging low with weight.
 
Sherry watched her friend, knowing that nothing could save her at this point. She wanted to run away and avoid the sight, but Claire’s pleading eyes kept her frozen in place. She took Claire’s soft hand, holding it as she continued swelling. Her ponytail whipped as she thrashed her head and sank to her knees. Her clothes rolled above and below the apparent beach ball beneath her skin. She looked like she wanted to say something, but twinges of pain distracted her.
 
The weight pulled her forward, making Claire press into Sherry’s chest. Breathing quickly, Claire put a hand on her belly, startled by another movement. She squeezed her friend’s hand as she slid lower upon her bosoms, almost kissing Sherry’s exposed midriff. Going lower, her forehead popped the button off of Sherry’s shorts, giving her a nose full of blonde bush.
 
It was an awkward moment. Sherry was aroused, with her crush coming so close to fulfilling her dreams. She imagined Claire’s soft tongue searching her loins. Her firm, yet delicate fingers sliding up her body. Holding her ass tightly as she ate her out. It was a dream she had since puberty, but now it was just pathetic – to be thinking of such awful desires during Claire’s final moments. She came back to reality, feeling Claire’s head pull past her garment.
 
On her hands and knees now, the pretty girl looked massively pregnant. Her clothing was audibly tearing, opening up to reveal more of her expanding sphere. Movements from inside kept her shifting uncomfortably, but it also made her tummy shake pleasantly. She wiggled her sexy ass in the air, unable to cope with the feeling. Her lips parted to let out a delightful moan before she raised up, failed to find balance, and plopped back on her butt. Her thick belt came apart, lying behind her as she put her arms back for support.
 
The zipper on her jacket launched away, skittering along the floor. The jacket opened showing her tightly rolled shirt digging into her chest. Her breasts were well defined beneath the fabric and soon her shirt came apart. The bra beneath didn’t last long before the strap broke and it popped aside. Her cute tits sat on display, looking so tiny in comparison to her massive belly. Claire’s jeans were splitting down both sides, showing more every time she shifted. Her slim, muscular legs pressed into the rounded belly, forcing her backward and lower. Claire gave in, lying back as her belly grew. Her cute face was constantly displaying various forms of pain while being totally helpless.
 
Sherry gasped at the sight of her open legs and large rolling belly. A strange thought crossed her mind – maybe this was just some twisted game someone was playing with her. Maybe this isn’t real at all! She licked her lips, seeing the wet slit peeking from beneath Claire’s belly. She crawled closer, turning her neck to get under the expanding stomach. The smell excited her incredibly, she had to take a taste. Putting out her tongue, Sherry poked into the slippery pussy.
 
Claire shook, making her big belly press against Sherry’s head. She had to fight to stay in place with such mass moving above her. It was worth it, though, as she found a comfortable position and pressed her face into the excited mound. The fleshy belly pressed onto her shoulders, making her go deeper as she lapped the juices. She was able to breathe, but any real movement was difficult. She felt Claire’s strong legs shifting, unable to evade the sensation.
 
Sherry didn’t know why she was doing this now, but she couldn’t fight the urge. She tasted the small button at the top and made sure to give it attention. Then she pressed her nose against it and used her tongue to search for the g-spot. She wished for this for so long, but this wasn’t what she expected. Suddenly Claire’s legs tried to close and then she heard a snap. The weight was gone in an instant and Claire’s legs sprang high before flopping back to the floor.
 
She heard the creature skitter away, leaving her alone with her lifeless friend. Moving what was left aside, she inspected the results. Her sexy body was mostly intact, save for a large cavern where her stomach had been. Her cute face was impassive, almost content. She won’t have to suffer any more… Sherry got up, mostly clean thanks to her placement during the blast. She stepped through the gore, praying that this was just a mind-game.
 
She pulled up her broken shorts and pressed on. Moving through the underground facility, avoiding a few zombies to make her way into the parking garage. It was uncomfortably still as she walked, making every step reverberate through the desolate structure. She removed her shoes in an attempt to stay quiet. Passing through the open main gate, she made her way above ground, remembering that creepy police chief from so long ago. Then she heard something other than mindless undead.
 
A harsh-eyed woman hopped down from an extended firetruck ladder. She took out a few zombies before noticing taking aim at Sherry. “Don’t shoot, I’m not one of them!” Sherry froze with her arms high, making the top pull tight against her breasts.
“I see that. What are you doing out here dressed like that?” The pretty girl’s weary eyes tracked downward. “Going to a bachelor party or something?” Her suspicion faded. “Sherry, is that you?”
“Yes it’s me, Helena!” They both relaxed, coming closer to speak. “What are you doing here?”
“I’m just trying to stay alive for now.” She looked abruptly confused. “Actually I don’t really know how I got here.”
“This has to be some kind of trick or something. I can’t believe Claire is just… gone.”
The tall, wispy woman put her head down. “Oh no… That was Chris’ sister right?”
 
A sound came from the dark parking garage, interrupting their grieving. Both turned to see a further mutated William Birkin stumbling up the ramp. His arms and head were withered and starting to merge with his torso, while a new head appeared at the top. It was even more hideous and malformed, with sharp teeth and slippery skin. It let out a slimy growl as it closed the distance.
 
“This place never ceases to amaze.” Helena readied her pistol and stepped in front of Sherry. “Stay back, I’ll deal with this.”
“Wait!” Sherry moved around her acquaintance. “Daddy, don’t!”
 
Helena turned to her with a look of revulsion before blasting the monster. Bullets ripped into his skin as they moved back. Helena pumped repeated shots into the creature and he responded by flipping a car into her path. His sights were on Helena and he caught her within seconds. He raised her off the ground and forcefully ripped away a large section of her pinstripe dress pants. She kept shooting until it clicked, but William didn’t seem to care. He extended a tentacle from his hand and shoved it into her exposed, apple-shaped ass. The bulges popped through her entrance, sliding upward through her rectum. It dropped her, leaving her rigid upon the ground, gripping her behind in pain.
 
It turned, stomping towards Sherry as she trembled in fear. “Daddy! Please!” Her words stopped the monster. It let out a deep growl before skulking down an alleyway.
 
With the monster gone, she rushed over to Helena, holding her head as she rolled from side to side, keeping her legs stretched out. She looked up with damp, pleading eyes. “It hurts so bad!” Her voice cracked as she tried to recover. She was used to taking a few bumps and bruises, but she absolutely despised anal. She relaxed a little bit, but it was clear that the ache remained.
 
At this angle, Sherry was able to see down her shirt, watching her restrained breasts jiggle as she fought through the pain. Feeling sorry for her, Sherry pulled her ripped pants up enough to see her brown bush. She licked her finger and eased it into her opening, enjoying the feeling of her soft warmth. Helena looked up with a sniffle, silently wondering why she would be doing such a thing during this ordeal.
 
Sherry kissed her forehead, pulling her against her bosom as she fingered the poor, distraught girl. Helena’s midsection was already growing beneath her waistcoat. She was still grunting in pain, but she didn’t seem to realize that she was expanding. She only stared into the distance as small droplets of rain ran along her luxurious chestnut hair. Sherry’s delicate touch seemed to keep her at ease for a while.
 
The outer garment was growing tight and she finally glanced down to see the change. She raised up, whining as she slid into a higher position. Sherry embraced her from behind, continuing to pleasure her with an experienced touch. She felt pressure against her arm and they both watched as the top button on the waistcoat shot away. The remaining two popped free shortly after, leaving only her button-uo shirt to restrain her growing stomach.
 
She looked up, on the brink of total breakdown, asking how she could fix this. “There has to be something you can do! Something! There is a vaccine, right?!”
Sherry only stroked her hair and her clit, calming her as her belly grew. “I’m sorry for what my dad did.”
“That thing isn’t your father anymore!” Helena sniffed, watching more buttons skip along the pavement. “Am I going to make it?”
It was so sad to see such a confident woman completely break down. “I can’t save you, but you’ll be okay. This isn’t real!”
 
Helena sobbed silently before totally giving in. It is real to her. She wept like a child as her shirt opened to reveal her growing belly. Her big chest looked perfect upon the pregnant sphere. She swelled just as Claire did, but her body seemed to handle it more gracefully. Her hips widened and the added weight pressed it into the ground. Her formal pants hugged her long legs, failing at the seams. More and more of her once toned olive legs showed as her clothing ripped. Even her feet swelled, causing her dress shoes to split apart before falling uselessly upon the ground.  Her shirt continued tightening upon her shoulders, even though it was completely open in the front. Only her bra kept her beautiful tits in check.
 
Soon, the strap snapped, allowing her breasts to creep lower as the garment lifted. Sherry removed her bra for selfish reasons as she fingered the girl with more intensity. Helena’s breasts filled out a little more for some reason, being everything she expected and more. Sherry was in awe of the flowing mammaries with big, tan areolas.  She couldn’t resist grabbing one, holding it in her hand to enjoy its weight. Kneading it was so pleasant, she hoped it was helping Helena deal with her impending demise.
 
Her finger slipped out of the wet hole below as they belly drew lower. Helena’s weight caused her to lean and ultimately slide from Sherry’s arms. Her massive body slapped onto the street, causing the remnants of her shirt and pants to rip as she moved. Only wearing panties now, she realized how truly large Helena had become. It gave her a glorious view of the woman’s tanned ass. Her panties were stretched tight, surely causing discomfort as they dug between her oversized ass cheeks.
 
Sherry pulled at the tight garment, only eliciting a sad moan as Helena continued to cry softly. She tried again, but it only pulled the panties into her pussy. She was too distraught to say so, but Sherry knew it was agony. She tried one final time, but this only threw the massive woman off-balance, making her tip onto her continually expanding belly.
 
The inflating woman looked nothing like her original self; every aspect of her tall, trim body had changed into a thick, pudgy resemblance. She was raised up on the rolling mountain of a belly, barely able to touch the ground with her toes. It was a factor of distance and mobility, as she could barely move her filling limbs. Unlike Claire, she was expanding all over, but it was focused mainly in her midsection and her behind. Her ass was incredible, flowing with the slightest movements, looking perfectly smooth and enticingly soft as it raised into the air.
 
Meanwhile, Helena was suffering. The resilient pair of panties was still intact, digging deep into her nether regions as she waved her thick arms in vain. Her breasts had doubled in size, the nipples hidden beneath the girth as the ends flattened upon the street. It looked unreal and yet she was still alive. She let out long, loud sobs, unable to help herself. Sherry felt deep guilt over her father’s actions. She contemplated using her own vaccinated blood, but she didn’t know how and the thought came too late.
 
Instead, Sherry walked around behind the woman, amazed at the sight of the pink slit, mostly hidden in the brown bush. She wanted to help ease her pain, but she was worried she might get hurt during the explosion. So, Sherry slid her shorts down around her knees and pressed her hips against the inflating woman’s ass. The thick legs drew her closer, locking the fair-skinned girl in place. It felt soft and warm and Sherry loved it. She was already wet during the first thrust. She put her hands on Helena’s expanded hips, pulling her back into her own movements. The force would have knocked her down, but she was nestled firmly inside Helena’s oversized thigh-gap and it was one of the best experiences of her life.
 
She continued, slapping her pussy against Helena’s, trying to excite the girl before her encroaching demise. Leaning ahead, she gave quick thumps as their juices dripped onto the ground. Sherry moaned as she fucked her friend. Helena wasn’t crying as loudly anymore, but she wasn’t enjoying the experience either. She flailed her arms as if attempting to swat away a fly. Sherry mindlessly took hold of Helena’s stretched panties, giving them a tug and making her friend whimper in agony. Finally, they snapped at the side and then below. Their bare bushes were touching and it felt even better.
 
Wrapping her arms around the fat juicy ass, Sherry drove harder. Pressing her chest into the springy ass, she was about to cum when a loud blast startled her. She fell forward in an instant, landing upon the soft ass as it dropped to the ground. She was so close, but the ass deflated quickly. She realized that Helena had burst beneath her and she was humping what remained of her ass. Sad and frustrated, she got up, seeing a halo of blood around her as the two monsters flopped upon the ground. Apparently they had become tangled inside their host.
 
Again shielded from the explosion, Sherry decided to touch herself. She worked her clit while standing next to her destroyed companion and it felt so terrible, but she couldn’t fight the urge. She had difficulty getting back to the same level of arousal, needing more physical stimulation. Her soft moans were answered by an inquisitive growl. She turned to see her father standing by the alleyway. She didn’t know how long the monster had watched, but she was met with another unpleasant urge.
 
“Daddy!” She rubbed her clit. “Help me.” She spoke seductively. As hoped, her father charged ahead, stopping just before his adult daughter. She didn’t understand why she was so aroused by him. Most of his body was truly disgusting now, with a giant eye watching her from his arm. It opened and closed with a soft wet sound, but her arousal allowed her to ignore it. They did something to me. They made me want this! Sherry continued working her pussy as William opened his claw around her and launched a tentacle into her open mouth.
 
Two embryos slid into her mouth and down her throat. She could feel them open her esophagus painfully wide before nestling in her stomach. The monster removed the tendril and extended it lower, sliding it along her wet pussy and poking it up her asshole. She felt the bulges push along her slit, making her squirm with excitement before they opened her ass and pushed through her rectum. Those two embryos caused her sharp pains as they wriggled through her guts and joined the others in her belly. The tentacle detached and retracted, leaving her feeling full and slimy.
 
“You put a lot in me, Daddy!” She giggled, still touching herself. She ached throughout, but it was just an inconvenience compared to her excitement. William snarled before turning away, leaving his daughter to her fate. “No, wait! Don’t you want to see what comes out? Don’t you want to see what happens to me?” She was somewhat irritated that he left so quickly. Sherry gave him a dirty look as she stroked herself. At that point, she realized that her arousal seemed muted. The painful movements in her belly kept the orgasm just out of reach and it frustrated her greatly.
 
“Ugh, just calm down for a minute and let me… Ow!” She put her hands on her knees, feeling flush as she bent over. “Oh, ahhh, just let me…” She started to work her clit again, but their movements were too severe. Her belly gurgled as it began to expand. “Nothing to worry about. Even if this isn’t a mind game I will just heal! No problem at all!” She let out a small burp. “I can…” She gasped, pushing her hips ahead in the air, pausing her masturbation. “Just let me cum!”
 
With so many inside she was growing quickly and painfully. She reached around her bulging belly to touch herself again. Her tight shorts were digging into her legs, but removing them would be difficult. She felt the embryos thrashing in her belly, pulling her side to side as they grew stronger. She stumbled, nearly falling thanks to the shorts trapping her legs together. Another jolt sent her back, and this time she heard fabric rip. She hopped artlessly to stay upright, feeling the shorts give way and sliding to her ankles. Her legs had become thicker, feeling strange as they rubbed together. She nudged the ripped garment aside and realized how tight her top had become.
 
She pulled at her shirt with swollen hands, causing her breasts to jiggle as her hand slipped away. She failed another attempt, trying to ignore the violent tremors radiating from her stomach. Even her arms had grown, making her look like an incredibly chubby pregnant woman. She wouldn’t have minded the body under other circumstances. She grunted, using all her willpower to tug at the taut school uniform. She accidentally pinched her breast, which was packed snugly into the tiny blouse. She squeaked in pain, but thankfully a tear formed at the bottom of the shirt.
 
Her growing breasts did the rest, opening up the rip and spilling onto her belly. The shirt parted to reveal some very sizable tits that hung over the very rounded belly. Her chest started growing faster now, with both bosoms becoming more spherical as they rolled to the sides. She felt like a tank, wondering if this was how Claire felt before. “I can’t even move!” She lamented, trying to take a step. Her size was too much and her legs gave way, pulling the heavy girl down. Her big ass slapping the damp pavement as she leaned against an abandoned car. She groaned from the pain, wondering how much longer she had.
 
She looked upon her encumbered body as rain fell gently upon her. Her tight, springy skin was expanded in every aspect. Her shoulders felt wider, accommodating the bulky arms that she had trouble moving. Her hips had grown, and her ass looked nearly three times as large, compressing uncomfortably beneath her. She moved her plump toes, kind of amazed that her legs had become so big. The thick pillars wobbled as she shifted, never losing the elastic feeling. Her giant breasts looked so squeezable and soft. She put a hand upon one of the warm, wet orbs, lifting it as much as she could, giggling as she inspected her large nipples. Her areolas were twice the size and much darker. She giggled, letting her weighty tit fall back into place.
 
But her biggest change was her astoundingly large belly. The rounded stomach covered most of her legs now, creeping in every available direction as the embryos grew. They continually moved, making visible bulges in random areas beneath the firm skin. It flowed outward and began pulling lower, enveloping her torso. She placed an open palm on the mountain of flesh, feeling constant vibrations before one creature pushed outward, knocking her hand away from beneath her skin. She was amazed that she could handle such an impressive mass growing inside her, but she knew that it would be over at any moment. She only hoped she’d wake up after the ordeal.
 
The blonde girl’s belly split open down the middle, releasing a geyser of reddish liquid. She clamped her eyes as she squealed, overtaken by shock more than pain. Her swollen body convulsed as the grown embryos slid out of her ripped belly. One put climbed over her pillowy breasts before leaping away while another slid between her legs. She felt numbness at her core, but the wet creature moving along her pussy caused her to moan loudly. Her midsection was spread wide, but the remainder of her body looked so serene in spite of the carnage. The creatures scampered away, leaving their ruined mother without a second thought. She laid her head back as darkness came.

They all continue to resist the virus, except this one. The doctor put a hand on Sherry’s soft chest, feeling her racing heart. She moved just a little, feeling her soft breast before quickly pulling away. She felt ashamed for stooping to such a low. You’re being paid to break them, not grope them, Jane. Ms. Birkin should be succumbing to the virus… I have to be missing something! She huffed, moving to the next subject. Ms. Wong – you’re the only one that hasn’t been infected before. She smirked, writing a few additions to her notes before leaving them. I only need to break one of them.

Dreaming Big

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Greta was on her way with fresh clothes, but she couldn’t wait. Ves peeked through the door, hopeful that everyone else went home. The partially naked and very pregnant woman crept through the well-lit hallway, hoping the janitor wouldn’t notice. She rushed to the bathroom and collected her cell phone and a few other necessities. She cleaned them quickly and bounded back to her office. The enormous belly made her footsteps thud against the tiled floor.

A noise forced her to dart into an empty office, watching as the janitor headed past. He would be shocked by the mess ahead, but at least he wouldn’t know who caused it. She awkwardly trotted through the hall, carefully opening her door and sliding her bulky frame through. She was exhausted. The chilly seat against her bare bottom helped to rouse her mind. She attempted to do some paperwork, but she only lasted a few minutes before her eyelids drooped and her head bobbed.

Lifting her ill-fitting sweater and glancing past her generous chest, she could see her belly shifting. Whatever was inside was very active all of a sudden, causing the occasional pain as it pressed against her organs. She knew it was the reason she felt so drained. She put a hand on her tummy, feeling it push outward in response. It was unsettling at first, but now it only irritated her. In spite of the movements, she felt her head dip low again. It was so very tempting to put her head down and sleep.

Something changed. She sat upright, feeling alert as if a surge of adrenaline spread through her body. She questioned her sudden burst of energy before hearing his familiar voice. “I want to help you. I was in a situation like this before.” She didn’t know exactly what he meant and he didn’t elaborate. However, this allowed her to do some work.

After one page she realized she needed her computer. Without the peripherals, she had to improvise. She lifted her bulky belly and snuck through the door once more. The janitor was making noise at the end of the hall, thankfully unaware of her presence. He scrubbed the floor vigorously, cursing from time to time. She borrowed a computer mouse and a few other essentials before heading back to her office.

She was able to roll through the work thanks to her unending energy. She wrote faster and completed equations without the aid of a calculator. It felt amazing, and she was able to do a huge amount of work before she hit another snag. She needed the company stamp. Again, she moved into the main area, hearing the man working in the next office.

After building courage, she hugged the wall and diverted into another room. She rushed in, found the stamp, and turned to leave. The janitor’s cart rolled forward, coming to a stop at the office door. Scrambling to find a hiding spot in the unlit office, she hid beneath the desk, awkwardly scrunching down against her big belly. The man walked casually, emptying the waste bin, wiping down the desk, and watering the plants. He came uncomfortably close as she waited. It was difficult to sit at this angle, with her head pressing against her churning stomach. She kept quiet, hoping he didn’t notice the random noises that radiated from her belly.

The man took his time, dusting some picture frames and organizing some papers on the shelf. She watched through a small opening in the side of the desk, feeling anxious every time he paused. Her legs felt shaky, growing weak from being at an odd angle. He vacuumed the rug, allowing her to adjust, but she quickly found that no position could be sustained for long. She let out a sigh of relief as he packed up and headed to the next room. Lucky for her, he was disorganized, switching between different offices as he went along. He turned away from her office, giving her a window to get out. She got up, stretching her legs and rubbing her neck before moving. She crept out, staying low as she made a B-line for her door. A sound made her heart race. People were talking as the elevator door slid open around the corner.

She raced in and plopped down, hiding her nude lower half behind the desk. It did nothing to hide her massively pregnant belly and she knew it would be difficult to explain. She couldn’t even think of an excuse. Her mind raced with what her lover might say and how shocked she would be. She held her breath as the knock came.

The door opened as the voices paused. Ves felt a sudden release, her stomach shrank in an instant. It felt very unpleasant, leaving her feeling small and empty as if something was pulled out of her body. The thin sweater covered her properly now and she was able to breathe again. The security guard leaned in with serious eyes, asking if Greta was allowed in. With approval, he ushered her in and closed the door.

Ves sprang up, trotting over to kiss her savior. “Thank you so much!”
“What happened?” Greta asked with genuine concern.
“I just had a bad day and… I just want to go home. Can I ride with you tonight?”
“Of course!” She stepped closer, hugging her lover and giving her a quick smooch. “Let’s get you home. I have a surprise waiting.”

Ves was overjoyed to be rescued from whatever had transpired. She had more work to do, but it could be done in the morning. She slipped on the fresh clothing and replaced the items she borrowed. Relieved that the nightmare had passed, she followed Greta to the car, admiring her big ass as they waited in the elevator. Greta shot her a playful smile and made sure to take slower steps as they headed through the parking garage. They drove to the gate, waving at the security guard.

A firm pressure built in her loins. Ves felt a small tickle on her clit, huffing as she leaned ahead. The man inside was toying with her again. The guard looked confused, but they were already driving away. She grimaced, feeling dampness in her clean panties. She had an intense urge to rub her clit harder, but she couldn’t explain it if Greta asked. The man was intentionally teasing her, urging her to give in, but never coming close to orgasm. The uncomfortable teasing lasted all the way home, making her very hot and bothered when they pulled into the parking spot.

The sensation stopped, letting her cool off as they walked in. A pleasant aroma made her stomach growl. The table was covered with various dishes. Greta went all out today and the sight almost made her cry. This was just what she needed.

“I might have overdone it…”
“No, no, it’s perfect.” She planted a slow kiss on her lover’s lips.
Greta was pleased. “You might have to warm it up, but you enjoy it while I prepare dessert!”

Greta smiled seductively, plucking a piece of chicken before slipping into the other room. Ves was left to indulge, taking generous portions of the dishes. She didn’t even care that they were lukewarm. She gobbled down the food, realizing she hadn’t eaten since the afternoon. It was beyond delicious. After cleaning the plate she decided to take more.

“Yes, eat as much as you can. Giving you that extra stamina earlier required a lot of energy!” The disembodied voice spoke.
She sighed, feeling tired and anxious, wanting to enjoy whatever Greta had planned next. “Can you speed this along? I need to shower before I go to the bedroom…”
He chuckled. “I suppose I can.”

She felt something slide up her throat and push from between her lips. A thin purple tendril launched out and enveloped a piece of baked chicken. It came back and forcefully pulled it down her esophagus and into her belly. She felt the process repeating and tried to ignore the strange sensation as it ingested more and more.

“Don’t you want to savor your lover’s meal?”
“Yes, but I want to hurry to see her.” She gave an incoherent response, but he didn’t require a verbal answer.
“That’s cute.” She couldn’t tell if he was mocking her.

Ves pondered his response, knowing he was just toying with her again. Within minutes she cleared both of the main courses and all six of the side dishes. Even the thick biscuits went down quickly. Looking over the table cluttered with jumbled, empty dishes, she finally had a chance to recover. “So much for leftovers.” She swallowed a few times before climbing out of her seat.

Her belly only showed a slight bulge in spite of feeling full and heavy. The tired feeling passed, leaving her only excited for the next part of the evening. She wanted to see her lover, but she felt too gross. In the bathroom, she stripped down and took a warm, relaxing shower. It took longer, as she had to clean every nook and cranny after the ordeal at work. Her full breasts and thick ass perfectly complimented her pudgy belly. She still maintained her hourglass figure and it felt fantastic as she slid her hands along her springy skin.  It took a lot of control to avoid touching herself.

She toweled off, feeling extremely frisky. Still a little damp, she trotted to the bedroom with childish glee. She found her lover sprawling upon the bed with her limbs tied to the bedposts. Only one arm remained free and Ves happily helped, restraining her completely. She slid the blindfold in Greta’s purple hair lower, marveling at the presentation.

Her big, beautiful body jiggled as she shifted on the bed. Greta moaned in anticipation, unknowing of what would come next. Her fat ass squished beneath. She moved her thick legs, pulling lightly against the ropes. The plump tits rising as she breathed quickly. Her big, soft belly looking pleasantly squishy. Ves put her hands into the flabby stomach and kneaded it like dough. It felt wonderful. She planted a few soft kisses around her belly-button before finding the top of her trimmed mound.

Squirming with anticipation, Greta let out a low moan. Ves wanted to tease her a bit, so she kissed her inner thighs, moving from side to side slowly. This let her lover wonder and hope that the next kiss would be on her juicy pussy, but they both knew it wouldn’t come for a while. The kisses moved down her legs and onto her feet. Ves suckled upon her toes, using her tongue to circle between them. She let them out of her mouth with an audible pop before moving to the other foot. Her tongue sliding along the ball of her foot before wrapping around her big toe.

Greta whimpered and shifted, unable to get away from the tickling pleasure. Ves massaged her feet with her thumbs before crawling over the bound woman. Enjoying the game, she ran her tongue along the underside of her arm, lightly nibbling at her neck before continuing to her breast. She cupped them, sucking around her nipple before moving to the other boob, careful to avoid the erect nipples as she tongued her large areolas.

Her senses felt sharpened as she toyed with her lover. The supple, rolling skin looked so soft and malleable. Squeezing it felt incredibly satisfying. Her soft moans brought delight to her ears. Even the subtle aroma from her clean hair aroused a deep desire. Ves was so excited by teasing her lover that she felt a small orgasm run through her body. She twitched silently above the blindfolded girl, not wanting her to know that she came first.

Allowing it to pass, she continued, taking a moment to move higher. She licked Greta’s round cheek cautiously, watching her lips tremble in anticipation. Instead of kissing her she went higher and nibbled on her ear lobe. Warm breath sent a shiver through her lover. Ves smiled, finally giving her a quick kiss. She pulled back, making Greta chase slightly before doing it again. After a few feigned attempts, she gave in and delivered a long, sensual French kiss. Their tongues dancing as their bodies pushed together.

Moving lower, Ves left a trail of kisses between her sprawling breasts and down her mushy belly. She jumped over the mound again, kissing her sensitive thigh. She giggled at Greta’s frustration and decided to end her torment. She pressed her nose into the puffy slit and put out her tongue. She eased it in, enjoying her lover’s taste. This immediately caused Greta to thrash against her bindings, moaning loudly as she came forcefully. It almost sounded painful, but Ves knew it was simply an unforeseen orgasm. The first of many.

Her tongue went deeper as her nose pressed against her clit. Greta’s body was more relaxed now, but she still wanted more. She pushed her hips forward, moaning loudly as the tongue explored her entrance. Ves stopped for a moment to lick her clit, making her pull away from the unexpected delight. Without letting up, Ves worked her button as she slid a couple of fingers inside her empty pussy. Greta tried to close her legs, but the knots she tied were able to withstand the struggling.

“This is boring me, so I will leave you with a goodnight present.” His voice spoke in her mind.

Startled, Ves felt something happening below. It moved lower in her vagina, sliding from between her lower lips. She raised up noticing a purple tendril coming from between her legs. It grew longer and thicker, growing into the shape of a cock. A huge, glistening cock. It hardened and smoothed, looking like she had a dildo wedged in her loins. Arousal overshadowed confusion and she decided to go with it.

The head glided into her lover’s wet hole. It went in easily despite its size, opening her up as Ves eased it deeper. She hadn’t taken something this large for years and it showed. Greta grunted and bared teeth, tensing up as the thick gel cock penetrated her. It was only halfway in and she was already breathing fast to relax her body. She liked some pain, but it was hard to tell if this was too much for her.

Ves was amazed, able to feel everything through the shaft. Somehow it felt almost like her own and it was too wet to stop. She eased more in, watching her lover fighting to accept it. She let out a coo, grimacing as she took the sizable shaft. Wild with desire, Ves couldn’t resist any longer. She felt a twinge of regret as she shoved it farther, pressing into the hilt. Greta’s pussy clamped down as she struggled. It was way too big for her, but she didn’t say to stop, so Ves ignored her anguished grunting.

Without care, Ves started pumping, watching her lover’s fat body rolling with the thrusts. It felt amazing. She loved the new way of dominating her lover, making her squirm with pain and lust. She finally understood why men were always such pushy assholes. With a cock it felt too good to hold back. No, it felt even better than a regular dick. The shaft nudged her g-spot with each movement. She could feel sensations running through her body when Greta squeezed. It was the most incredible pleasure she had ever experienced.

Greta’s soft eyes closed tightly, enduring pain from the thick pole jammed into her snatch. She was wet, but still unaccustomed to such a large intrusion. The movements slowed for a moment before resuming the quick pace. She whimpered as her plump tits rolled upon her chest. Ves licked her way along the bouncing bosoms, sucking on the side after she grabbed hold. Her lips moved onto the erect nipples, sucking them hard as she alternated between her breasts. With a hard squeeze, she slurped on the sensitive tits and it was enough to pull her lover’s attention from her aching pussy. 

The dampness increased. Greta loved being used roughly and in spite of her anguished expression she was grabbing hold of Ves’ ass, tightening her legs around her lover. Ves pulled back to watch, hearing their skin slapping hard. The pleasure built in her body and every pump increased her enjoyment. Her skin tingled, feeling like a soft shock was passing up her spine. Ves held her breath, overcome by delight as an orgasm took hold, causing her to quake violently atop her soft lover. Locking lips, Greta pushed her hips upward and onto the smooth shaft connecting them. They lay connected, kissing as the climax passed.

Ves knew Greta hadn’t finished, so she pulled out for a moment to let the overstimulation pass. She untied the bonds and rolled Greta over. She smacked her ass, watching the wave roll through before doing it again. She continued, using more force until she heard a soft grunt of agony. They both enjoyed it. She pulled Greta’s ass up and guided the purple cock back into her pussy. It didn’t seem to be hurting Greta anymore, so she made sure to be rougher. Doing her doggy style, Ves grabbed her violet hair and yanked her head back. Greta grunted like an animal as her neck jerked back, taking the forced fucking dutifully.

Her big butt rippled as Ves humped her. Her meaty ass hitting against her crotch, completely burying the shaft that came from her pussy. She made sure to push in and wiggle side to side, forcing it into the hidden areas of her stretched hole. She held onto Greta’s wide hips, pounding away at her audibly wet pussy. She could tell that an orgasm was close for her portly girlfriend, but she didn’t want to make it that easy.

“Want it in your ass?”
Greta huffed, “not yet, just a little-“
Before she could answer Ves took it out and popped it into her ass. “Too bad.”

Greta drew in a sharp breath. She wasn’t ready and pain trumped her orgasm. She let her acclimate for a few seconds, only inserted a third of the way. Greta yelped as she fed her more of the slippery protrusion. Without her bonds, she was able to move freely, but she stayed in place – trying to take Ves’ pole like a good bitch.

A long, sad groan came as Ves plunged it deeper. She couldn’t withstand it any longer. Rising up, she tried to move away, but Ves followed along while holding her hip. Greta’s rotund body jiggled, trying desperately to evade the pain as Ves fought to get a little farther. Ves forcefully pushed her lower, still holding her hair as she fucked her ass fervently. It was loud and wild. Ves was stronger, riding her relentlessly and forcing her into submission.

The fight left Greta, as it always had. She relaxed somewhat, still clenching her teeth as she rested on her elbows. She was sopping wet, finally finding enjoyment through the pain. Her cushy ass flattened on her lover’s shaven crotch – the huge pole jabbing into her open asshole. She gripped the sheets tightly, feeling her big tits and pudgy belly rocking in the air. She felt small and weak and she loved it. Her moans grew louder as Ves pounded her ass. Just a little longer and…

The climax was sudden and intense. Breath caught in her throat as Ves forced the toy all the way in. It seemed to get longer, making the finish even more overwhelming. Reaching back, she held onto Ves’ soft outer thigh. Her wet, unused pussy dripped with excitement while her asshole pinched around the long, thick toy. She raised up, taking a few more quick thrusts that made her gasp in astonishment. She felt lightheaded as Ves started going again.

They continued for over an hour. Ves took her from many angles, making sure that they both came frequently. It was their most vigorous fuck-session of the past few months and they both loved it. Ves was always dominant, making her fat fucktoy work hard for it and giving it to her even harder after. Ves used her oddly adaptable protrusion in many ways before it receded. Even after the slime went back into her body she was able to give Greta another orgasm. Their chests heaved as they flopped onto the bedside by side. Soaked in sweat and juices, they were physically drained, lying arm in arm, spooning until sleep took hold.

The office was immaculate, clean, and orderly. Ves pushed the button to call her cohorts. Hiving moved her way up to CEO of the company gave her freedom beyond belief. Greta and Jacob came in standing proudly and wearing business attire. Greta was her right hand, doing anything she asked for at work and at home. If she had any question or any need then Greta would figure out the solution. Jacob was third, being more of an assistant. He would handle problems and accomplish whatever was needed for Greta. Both women frequently used him to satiate their sexual urges too.

Now Ves had plenty of time and privacy to enjoy her status. She regularly indulged her desires for hours a day with her two confidants. The sex was wild and adventurous, never interrupted by visitors thanks to the security team posted at the elevator entrance. Whenever she had a craving she would get one of her playthings and take them for as long as she wanted. Everything else could wait until she came.

A third person was involved, but he had no status. Liam stood naked in the corner, his cock locked inside a chastity belt. She had the key and she only let him out when he was being an especially good pet. They found countless ways to abuse and humiliate the man – Ves made sure every day he worked was more miserable than the last. Over time his mind was breaking and she suspected he was enjoying some of the torment. So, she made sure to keep things varied, switching between physical humiliation and mental degradation without warning. He was being paid exorbitantly for the privilege and he needed to earn it. 

The main doors opened without a knock and a man stepped through. Both Greta and Jacob moved to the sides, respectfully greeting the visitor as he stepped in. Ves, however, didn’t recognize him. The tall, thin man looked rugged and experienced. He smirked as he passed Greta, eyeing her plump body. He sat down and made himself comfortable, looking oh-so suave as he grinned.

“Ves. A pleasure to meet you face to face. I’m the man on the inside. I’m John.”
“John?” She raised an eyebrow. “I expected… Someone more exotic.”
He laughed, “I’m here to help you. This is all just a fantasy, but it could be real.”
“Why?” His smile faltered at her question. “Just… why would you want to help me?”
“Ah, well, I was in a similar situation before I learned my abilities. I worked in an office for a bitchy boss and a bitchy assistant. I hated them so much, but I was such a push-over that I didn’t quit. I spent years being their servant and then they both got promoted and I got fired. Years later, after I figured out how to use magic, I got a job with my former boss and started siphoning money from the company. I blamed it on them and got them both fired before I… disposed of them.” He nodded at the thought. “I’ve killed people and I commune with beings that you would never believe.”

A shiver ran down her spine. She knew he could do things that she thought were unimaginable. She gulped and nodded, suddenly nervous about what he might say.

“You don’t have to worry. I was planning on killing you eventually, but you changed my mind. You are stubborn and determined and I am impressed! I’ve read your mind and I see the ambition – I want to help you achieve what you’re seeing now!” He looked to the other people in the room, his eyes stopping on Greta once again. “I just need you two to help me with a few tasks.”

Sweat trickled down her neck. “Uh, I don’t think we can…” Ves was trembling at the thought of doing something awful for the man. “What could we possibly do that you couldn’t?”
“See, you’re clever too!” He opened his hand as he spoke. “There are many things I will ask you to do for me. Some will be difficult and might push your boundaries, but some you will enjoy! Frankly, it all comes down to this – I enjoy power. You show me respect and do what I say and I can give you whatever you want. Without me you’d be living a simple life with that little snake always trying to beat you.” He gave a vague motion to Liam.

“Fuck you all.”

John gave him a long, cold glare. Liam’s expression changed abruptly. Puzzlement changed to worry as he felt something within. He held his abdomen, groaning and begging for forgiveness. John gave Ves a knowing smile, implying that this could be her if she crossed him. Liam’s stomach bulged outward, sagging low with weight. He looked pregnant at first, but soon it went past a normal size, dipping below his knees. He slumped to the floor, going to his hands and knees as he continued expanding. His self-assured, conceited expression was totally gone. He groveled with tears in his eyes, trying to convince John he was sorry.

“I am not the one you must apologize to.”

Liam looked to Ves with pure despair, unable to speak as his stomach pressed outward in multiple areas. It looked like rounded spikes were stabbing outward, growing larger by the second. “I-I’m… SORRY!” He hit the floor with his palm. John waited for her nod before stalling the man’s painful growth. He continued moving along the floor, begging pathetically as he struggled uselessly. Liam was in complete agony and she loved it. She was scared, curious, and she couldn’t say no.

With her acceptance, John gave her directions to his home and then vanished. She looked to the others, but they said nothing. Liam’s belly shrank to a more manageable size, but he was still in visible discomfort as he crawled along the floor. Ves got up and went to the door, seeing nothing of the man toying with her mind. She questioned Greta about the interaction, but she was just as confused.

An abrupt tightness caused Ves to gasp. She put a hand on her belly, feeling it expanding. The growth was quick, making her engorged within a minute. She became pregnant, feeling strenuous movement inside as she stumbled to the edge of her desk. Greta came over to rub her back, but Ves pushed her away. She was upset at the thought, wondering why John was still playing with her mind. She was very aware this was a dream, but the sudden dampness in her panties felt so real.

Amazed, she removed her water-logged pants and sat against the desk. She felt contractions, but almost no pain. Giving in, she told Greta to help. Ves slid her ass upon the table, keeping her legs open wide. She leaned back and pushed, feeling a tightness inside that quickly passed. She yelped as something started sliding down, but to her surprise, she didn’t feel pain.

It felt wonderful. The movements felt almost like a message. Pressure rolled along the inside of her womb and she felt the urge to push again. The thing inside continued lower. It felt long and slender, wriggling as it opened her cervix wider and pushed down. A small wave of delight passed through her as the object slid through her vagina and opened her lips.

Moaning, Ves pushed again, gritting her teeth as she crumpled some papers in her fists. She could feel a thicker portion of the creature trying to pass. Greta jumped back with fright while Jacob looked stunned. She heard a noise and peered over her still expanding belly. Another hiss came as a tongue shot out. A snake’s head peeked from her pussy. As unsettling as it was, she felt more distraught by the sensations still inside her. Her growth was increasing, forcing her to lay back on the desk as her writhing stomach churned. She could feel the massive snake growing and now it seemed to be stuck.

She pushed hard, feeling the thick body rolling around in her womb. It couldn’t seem to escape, so she had Greta and Jacob lift her. Standing upright, Ves squatted a bit and tried again. It still didn’t hurt, but her cervix opened uncomfortably wide. It stretched to the limit, trying to release the beast into the world, but the opening was too small. And worse yet, it was still growing. She dropped onto her hands and knees, giving another attempt. With a loud, high-pitched whine, she used all of her might, whimpering as it failed to dislodge the monster. It couldn’t pass, but it continued expanding.

The others tried to lift her, but she slipped from their grasp and fell back against the desk. Ves sat, huffing and moaning, trying to remember that it was just a dream. She tried to calm her mind, but it felt so real. She pushed again, but it was weak and nothing moved. The pressure was overwhelming. Stretch marks showed on her swollen, rosy-red belly. The bulk of the monster’s body continued writhing in her stomach, constantly slithering and shifting. She felt somewhat amazed at her size, but the horrified looks of the others caused concern. Even Liam was distracted from his pain to watch her expansion.

Her skin was so tight that she could see the outline of the serpent. She felt a pop inside and suddenly there seemed to be more space. More things broke within her body and numbness spread through her core. The snake fought to escape, opening her vagina wider as it thrashed around, but it was too late. She grimaced, feeling her belly pop open. A red mist sprayed outward, causing the others to stumble backward. She watched her skin rip apart, her womb splitting open as it birthed the creature. The giant snake’s body shot outward, the upper half still winding through her lower section. Smooth gray scales glistened as it moved through her ruined insides.

Ves sprang up in bed, gasping in a cold sweat. In near darkness, she could see her startled lover’s eyes. She calmed herself, assuring Greta that it was just a dream. Attempting to ease her mind, Gret rubbed her shoulder and lightly kissed her breast before attempting to go back to sleep. Ves did the same, lying back and trying to ignore how tangible it felt. She draped an arm around Greta as she tried to forget the experience.

Her eyes shot open as a movement came from her belly. Ves was frozen with fear, her heart racing – it was definitely slithering. She felt tears in her eyes, knowing nothing could save her from the awful fate. She didn’t know what to tell her lover, so she remained silent. Then, a sharp jab came from within her stomach. She had a sudden image of John’s wry smile. She let out a long breath, laughing silently in the darkness. This was his form of a joke. She was pissed, but more relieved than anything. She felt Greta snuggle closer as she went back to sleep.

At breakfast, Ves took a chance, explaining much of what transpired to her lover. Greta just shook her head, passing the thoughts as an elaborate dream. She was empathetic, understanding how much it affected her, but she didn’t believe a word of it. She rode along, mocking Ves as they drove to some remote area and down some treacherous roads in the mid-morning light.

“You don’t have to bring me to some secluded spot to fuck me. I’m willing to do it wherever!”
“You’ll see.” Ves knew they were close.
“I’ve never been this far away from civilization. Where do we find the snake people again?”
“Oh, shut up!”
Greta giggled. “Want a snack, maybe nibble on your cellphone for sustenance?”
Ves ignored the comment, craning her neck as the path curved. “We’re here.”

The cabin was quite large, but it looked pretty normal. She was expecting something bigger, but she knew it was right. They headed onto the porch, where she found a hidden key tucked beneath a floorboard, just as John instructed her. Greta was suddenly quiet, clearly disturbed as they stepped into the strange home. Inside it was completely different, looking like the interior of a lavish castle.

The main room was spacious, well furnished, and filled with tapestry. It couldn’t even fit into the cabin they viewed from outside. Some kind of magic was at play and Greta was starting to believe her story. They heard chanting coming from a connecting hallway, so they continued on. Greta turned the corner first, gasping as she slumped to the floor. Ves peeked around the corner, understanding why she fainted.

A giant, snake-like monster was speaking in a language that made her uneasy. The creature was beside a grossly overinflated woman who was hoisted up and tied to an X-shaped platform. Her vacant eyes showed no care as the snake-man rubbed her tight red stomach, constantly repeating a number of foreign phrases. It was completely invested in the ritual, ignoring their entrance. The woman gave them a passing glance before tensing and twitching violently. A wave rolled through her plump body, but her belly was so tight that it barely seemed to move.

Greta came to, blinking rapidly as Ves helped her up. They watched the scene as the restrained woman closed her eyes and pushed. Her belly tensed and her toes curled. Water splashed on the floor between her open legs. She showed her teeth as she pushed again and again. She was having immense difficulty expelling the child, but the snake creature continued chanting calmly. Greta and Ves exchanged looks, wondering if they should offer some kind of help.

Before they could intervene, the captured woman let out a loud grunt, pushing with all of her might. This time she made progress. A small portion of slightly darker, smooth skin showed from her stretched pussy. It was clear that the massive child wasn’t human. She fought to get it out, but her face seemed devoid of concern. Her body, however, was showing the strain. Sweat covered her pink skin while small noises betrayed her discomfort. Her hands balled into fists and her toes twisted in the air. She grew louder, letting out pained, sad grunts. A line of drool dripped between her breasts as she mumbled incoherently.

She managed to pass the head, revealing an oddly formed child that looked something like an obese human. It wailed, covered in pink slime. It wiggled in her tight entrance, slipping lower and struggling as one shoulder passed through. It flailed even more violently, shaking her whole body as it pulled an arm free and used it to assist in the exit. The humanoid creature was bigger than a toddler, but somehow she was still intact. The monster freed its other arm and used them both to push itself free. There was a wet, slurping noise as it slid its hips past. It was a boy, and it landed on the wooden floor with a slimy thump.

It was vocal, acting like a baby once more. The snake creature cleaned up and took the large child, paying no attention to the guests as it slithered past. The restrained woman passed out from the trauma, but she was still breathing. Her belly was quite large without the child and clear slime trickled from her gaping entrance and down her inner thighs. Ves stepped closer and gently touched her shoulder, but she was unresponsive.

Ves drew a sharp breath, feeling sudden movement in her belly. She involuntarily squatted as the pressure moved lower. Her lower lips spread wide, allowing something wet to pass in an instant. The blob of slime rolled along the floor, up the restrained woman’s leg, and into the cavernous opening. Ves was startled as the woman came to.

“This is Brittany.” The captured woman spoke with surprising ease after the ordeal. “But, I am inside her for now.” John controlled her, using her fingers to release the upper straps.
“She could get out at any time?”
“Of course,” he spoke through her mouth. “She’s my pet, she doesn’t have free will anymore.”
Greta whimpered behind her. “What do you want from us?”

Brittany stepped down from the platform, reaching lower and fingering her open vagina. Her nose crumpling in disgust as she felt the slimy hole. Sweating profusely, she looked physically drained but acted totally normal. It was strange seeing her so expressive after the event. Her eyes showed confidence as she turned her attention to Ves, walking closer and sliding a hand along her ample breasts. “We will get to that.” Ves recognized the smile from her dream.

Brittany’s hands went beneath her blouse and slid it up. Ves didn’t resist, feeling a little self-conscious as she reached around to undo her bra. The controlled woman walked around and cupped her breasts from behind. Ves could feel something poking against her butt and she knew the intent. She looked to Greta as the hands kneaded her ample chest. It felt kind of nice, but she had no clue what her lover was thinking about the ordeal.

Moving to Greta, Brittany wiggled the purple cock that formed between her legs. “Remember last night? That wasn’t a dildo… That was all me.” She poked her chest as she spoke in a low tone. “Now I want you again.” Brittany took her wrist and yanked her pants down. “Bend over and let me fuck you.”

Ves approached, raising a finger as she cut in. “Just wait-“ A quick gesture from Brittany made her stop in an instant. Stumbling to the side, Ves leaned upon the wall as her belly rumbled. Her midsection ballooning quickly, looking like she carried a giant round ball. “Ah…”

Averting her eyes from the unexplained punishment, Greta got into position. Staring at the ground, she spread her ass submissively. “Good girl.” Brittany lined up and pushed the slippery cock in between her cheeks. It poked up her butt and she didn’t even complain. Her fat ass slapped against the host’s shaven mound.

It was awkwardly quiet, so Brittany decided to spice it up. The sphere in Ves’ belly expanded. Spines pushed outward, making her whine like a child. “I need to hear more from you, Greta, or she will get it again, understand?”
“Yes!” She grunted loudly with each thrust. “Ah, ah, fuck me!”

Ves watched as the spines retracted, leaving her belly smooth and round. She was nervous, expecting the pain to return at any moment. Brittany took hold of Greta’s hair, riding her hard, much like Ves had done the night before. It would be enjoyable to watch the overweight girl being rammed normally, but Ves was scared of John’s intentions.

Brittany saw her frightened eyes, stopping abruptly. Waving her closer, Ves bent over next to Greta as instructed and spread her ass too. Brittany shoved the smooth pole up her rear, watching the apple ass jiggling as she fucked her. She did her for a while before moving back to Greta. She was having fun switching between the girls, watching them take it dutifully.

“I thought you were going to help me!” Ves complained as she watched her girlfriend taking it in the ass.
“Remember, I like power?” Brittany giggled, removing the violet dick and moving back to Ves. 

After pushing it all the way in, Brittany paused. A movement caused Ves to gasp in surprise. The cock seemed to be growing inside of her, opening her asshole from within. She enjoyed having things up her butt normally, but this was too much and the circumstance was too strange. Ves’ belly swung like a pendulum as he railed her with the girthy organ. She didn’t enjoy being butt-fucked by a stranger, but she didn’t get a say. She only hoped Greta wasn’t too scared. 

Greta’s cute face scrunched as he switched back, popping the thicker dick up her ass without warning. She was moaning and it wasn’t clear if she enjoyed it or not. She accepted it either way, holding onto the wall as Brittany’s thick body leaned into the motions. The pace increased and the two lovers shared a glance, questioning how they arrived at this point.

It was fun watching them squirm. Brittany held her wide hips, pushing towards climax. The man inside wasn’t accustomed to such feelings, but the real enjoyment came from making them nervous. Brittany put fingers in the fat woman’s mouth, hooking it from both sides and making her look like a fool. She rode her even harder, causing her to whine awkwardly and drool uncontrollably. Brittany pulled back and jabbed it in a few times before the sweet release took over.

She quaked with euphoria, her heart thrumming in her chest. Letting go of her face, Brittany lightly traced fingertips along her victim’s back. Warmth radiated from the woman’s skin, feeling soft and pleasant as she held onto her chubby sides. Greta sniffled as she unplugged her ass and let the purple cock recede and hide within her loins.

“That was for being a bitch to me at the coffee shop, Ves.” She spanked Greta’s big ass, mesmerized for a moment as the skin rebounded. “Now we can get down to business!” Brittany laughed as the two shared another glance. She left them for a minute, returning with a small brush and a vial of ink. She eyed Greta with devious intent.

A Special Project

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He enjoyed seclusion, but from time to time he had to endure society. He had a craving, and he was running low on servants. John ordered a beverage, eyeing a few girls conversing at a nearby table. He stepped forward, stopped abruptly by a strong-bodied woman. He only barely bumped her, but she turned with fire in her eyes.

“Watch where you’re going.” She looked him over before shoving him. “You lanky piece of shit.” He was too stunned to respond. “What? Too much of an asshole to apologize? Some fucking alpha male that thinks the world owes him? I see how you’re looking at me like I’m some piece of ass. Step back and fuck off!” He was genuinely surprised by the outburst.

The next minute was tense and the barista was hesitant to break the quiet. “Ves.” She took her drink with an angry sigh. While distracted, he cast a localization spell on her midsection. He ignored the woman’s angry scowl as she passed, knowing revenge would bring him great pleasure.

He spent a few hours watching people go about their mundane lives before he returned home. Brittany greeted him. Her belly was red and swollen, carrying yet another sizable creature. He recruited a few other women recently, but they could not compare to Brittany’s resilient body. She lumbered closer, the heavy stomach swaying as she took each step.

He led her into the library and told her to find a spell. She was slow, breathing heavily as she reached high to thumb through some of the scroll cases. Her veiny belly pressed against the shelf, making her pull back for a moment to hold it. Her emotions were mostly gone, but he could see her pain. He ignored it as he continued the search. She bent down, showing her thick ass as she plucked a case and opened the cap.

“I found it. Transform.”
John was elated, planting a quick kiss on her cheek and another on her tight belly before snatching the scroll. Her expression didn’t change, but Brittany held her breath. Her eyes showed the slightest of happiness before her belly throbbed. She lurched forward, holding her stomach as the outline of a face appeared and vanished. She was huffing, frozen in place as the pain subsided.

John was pleased that the creature was still alive. Carrying an ogre was quite taxing. The last two didn’t survive, but with the aid of magic, he was hopeful for this one. He planned to fuck her, but first he had another matter to take care of. He directed her to the bedroom as he unfurled the scroll and pieced together the proper incantation.

Ves awoke five minutes before her alarm as usual. She begrudgingly crawled from bed, rousing her lover as she gathered clothes. Greta crawled closer, purring as she pulled Ves’ panties down and opened her ass. She pushed between the cheeks, licking her asshole gently, working her tongue around as she held her pliable thighs. 

Ves paused for a minute, enjoying the sensation as she stretched and yawned. Her excitement built, but she pulled away, knowing she didn’t have the time for fun. The hefty woman laid back upon the bed, opening her legs and attempting to entice Ves’ back. Short violet hair stuck to her wet lips. She opened her pussy and displayed the butt plug she had kept in overnight. Again, Ves shook her head in the subdued light and made her way to the bathroom.

She did her business and tried to stand when she realized her legs were unresponsive. Her arms felt that way too, making her anxious as she sat, suspended in place. A thick, slimy goo poured from her lower holes, flowing into the toilet. It came quickly, making her whimper as she tried to understand what was happening.

She watched her muscular tummy swell outward. It felt strange and scary. She was somewhat relieved to feel the flow of slime stop below. Then a voice came. “Remember me?” She couldn’t recall and he answered before she could reply. “You are some piece of ass. I’m the guy who you bitched at yesterday. No one else can hear me because I’m inside of you.”

“Wh-what?” She stammered, still partially paralyzed. “How?”

“This will be your punishment for being so rude. You’re going to be my toy for the day. If you tell anyone what’s happening then I will split you apart.” She questioned him again and he decided to show her. “I can… adjust myself…” He started moving. She watched with wide eyes as her belly trembled, expanding larger as it shook. Her vibrating skin swelled far beyond her impressive bust. She was horrified to see her belly ballooning, expanding to the size of a heavily pregnant woman. “I can just keep going…”

Her once trim core was pulled tight. She looked heavy with a full-term child when the expansion stopped. Somehow this man was ruining her body and she was powerless to stop him. She was still trapped in place as the vibration shifted lower. Suddenly she felt an intense pleasure spreading through her body. She failed to resist, overcome by the creeping pressure in her loins. She breathed through her teeth, scrunching her face as she felt a climax wash over her entire body.

Trembling and gasping, Ves felt movement return to her limbs. She opened her eyes to see her massive belly shrinking to a more manageable size. It didn’t return to normal, leaving her with a notable bulge over her once sexy midriff. “You can’t do this!”
“You better get ready for work. You’re already going to be late.”
“How do you-“ She checked the clock. He was right.

She rushed to clean up and get dressed. She only appeared slightly bloated beneath her business dress. The button down jacket hid her girth and her hourglass figure was thankfully far more eye-catching.  She glanced into the bedroom as she passed, seeing her plump lover sleeping in a compromising position.

“You like them big. What a lard.”
“Be quiet.”
“She just moved in, I see. Oh, and she is very accommodating.”
“Get the hell out of my head!” She whispered. Sudden silence unsettled her as she locked the door and walked to the bus stop. Nine people were interspersed in the seats, paying little attention as she sat down. The bus rumbled on as she contemplated her situation. She thought about finding the man responsible for this strange predicament, but she didn’t even know his name.

“You’re being naughty.” He spoke from within, “I think I should help.”

Inside she felt something open painfully wide. She felt the object slide lower through her vagina and through her pussy lips. She realized he was fucking her from inside her cervix. Ves crumpled forward, trying her best to hide the discomfort from the collection of passengers. She groaned as the slimy tendril wiggled side to side, poking her panties outward with each thrust.

Her whimpers caught the attention of a few people. One man was unashamed, watching her intently as she fought to maintain composure. She hung her head, seeing a subtle outline of her hard nipples through the jacket. She reached across her chest, acting like she was scratching an itch. Her arm compressed her large breasts, making another man glance up. She put her arm down, feeling their gaze upon her. She hated feeling so fragile, but the movement below kept her mind distracted.

She felt a pressure upon her g-spot, making her jerk forward and gasp. Another woman turned her head, but she was respectful enough to ignore the strange noises. Ves was enjoying the feeling, slightly moving her hips in time with the outward thrusts of the tendril. She was building closer and closer, feeling another orgasm creeping over her. Then, it stopped.

Wound tight and searching for an explanation, Ves moved her fingers lower to finish. Before she could, a sharp, sudden pain from within made her crumple and gasp. Another pain came and she felt her stomach push outward. She was trying to ride out the pain, acting as if nothing happened to the few passengers watching. Her hands covered her stomach, feeling the orgasm slipping away. She yearned for the climax, but another sudden pain ripped it away fully. Her stomach pushed outward, parting her hands for a moment before returning to normal. One man was utterly shocked by the sight, but he didn’t understand. He shook his head and looked to the window.

“You’re so obsessed with being in control that you have a sex slave waiting at home. I think this is good for you. It will make you realize that you’re always someone’s bitch.” He was listening to her thoughts and he knew everything about her. She hated being so helpless and he knew it.

The remainder of the ride went by without change. She avoided eye contact until she arrived at the office. She pushed through the revolving door, passed by the receptionist, and waited for an elevator. The door opened to reveal her coworker, Jacob. The tubby man smiled as he greeted her. He worked on the same floor and he was one of the few she enjoyed talking with. She found his nervousness cute. She pictured him naked for a fleeting moment, instantly regretting the thought. 

“It’s good to see you swing both ways. What would Greta think?” Ves stumbled in her reply to Jacob, trying to ignore the voice. “I bet you’d love to have him bend you over. Maybe I could help you out.”

She felt her cheeks flush. Excitement spread throughout her body. A warmth grew in her privates and dampness followed. She had an intense urge to pin him against the wall and fuck him hard, but the elevator door opened and another person stepped in. Her panties were soaked. She tried to hide her urges as he spoke, but she could barely focus. Relief came when she reached her floor. She quickly said farewell and rushed to her office.

She hastily searched through her desk drawer. She transferred the slender blue vibrator from its hiding place and into her purse. She nodded in greeting as she passed the other offices on her way to the bathroom. She was thankful that it was empty. She locked the stall and hung her purse. With the vibrator in hand, she slipped her wet underwear onto the floor and eased in the toy. Her eyelids fluttering as she lowered onto the toilet.

The toy hummed quietly as it pressed into her pussy. Breathing heavily, Ves worked the vibrator in and out, feeling a powerful orgasm rolling over her. She rocked her hips, making the toilet seat flex beneath her comfy ass. She reached beneath her jacket, feeling her big tit through her shirt. Squeezing it hard, she imagined, her fat co-worker plowing her like an animal. She ignored the uncomfortable position as she put her legs out, fully engrossed in the pleasure.

Her mind switched to Greta. Thinking of her expansive tits clamped as she moaned. Ves loved to dominate her, but now she was in that predicament. Clamping down hard on her nipple, Ves thought about how she could be used. Lying on Greta’s comfy body as Jacob did her from behind. She was surprised to feel a more intense orgasm come, making her tremble and slip lower. She rode it for a time before the vibration became too much. She was about to remove the vibrator, but it suddenly moved inside. She put a finger in her pussy to retrieve it, but the feeling was too strong.

She was immobilized by pleasure, whimpering as the vibration continued. Juices splashed into the water below. She gasped and moaned until her awareness returned. She stiffly shifted higher in the seat. The vibrator was on the highest setting and wedged deep in her pussy. She balled her fist and in a display of rage punched herself hard in the stomach. It hurt, but she did it again even harder.

Suddenly she felt movement within and a bulge pushed outward. Buttons flew from her jacket and her shirt, skittering along the tile. Another painful punch came from within. Ves slumped forward, grunting in pain as he retaliated. She lifted up to see the visible outline of a hand pushing outward from within her womb. It was extremely unsettling to see and she knew he could do much worse if he wanted.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Please stop this! I’ll do whatever you want!”

The hand pulled back and the vibrator clicked off. She sat there for a moment, staring at her ripped clothing. The toy was still buried in her depths, but she was too afraid to question his intentions. She got up, tossing her soaked panties in the garbage as she cleaned up. Her shirt wouldn’t close now, but she was able to hold it shut as she went back to her office.

Only twenty-four other employees worked on this floor and most were busy with client calls and paperwork, but a couple of them stopped her to chit-chat. One, in particular, proved to be very persistent.

Liam followed her down the hallway. “Hey, Ves, how are things?” He continued, asking useless questions as they came to her office. She turned at the door, tactfully blocking him from stepping through. He was known for reading the files on people’s desks and using that information to steal their clients. She despised him, but she was used to this dance. “Want to go out for drinks later? My treat.” He had a deep, sexy voice and he took care of himself. He was into guys, but she knew he had taken a few women just to pry some secrets from them. She had to respect him – he managed to stay at the top in spite of being a well-known manipulator.

“Thanks, but I have something going on. Maybe another time… Like never.”
He cocked his head. “Ouch. Maybe you should unwind sometime… Oh wait, it looks like you just did.”

Ves became suddenly self-conscious, smoothing her hair as she kept her blouse held shut. Then, at the worst possible time, a hum came from within. She could feel the toy shaking deep inside her and her sudden jerk alerted the man to the trouble. Liam watched her, his mouth hanging open with surprise.

“Are you? Is that a vibrator?” He leaned lower, a gleeful smile spreading along his face. “You naughty girl!”
“It’s not… It’s my phone.” She turned bright red as she reached for the door. He barged past as she closed it behind him. ”Get out of my office!” She whispered.
“Uh, no.” He pulled her dress up without warning. “Liam!” She growled, “I should have you fired!”
“Go ahead.” He pulled out his phone and started recording. “Go ahead, Ves, tell the audience what you’re hiding down there!”
She fought back tears as she held out one hand. “Stop this right now!”
“If you listen closely you can hear the smooth music of an adult toy in one of our top consultants!” He laughed. “And…” He brought the phone lower, “she’s not wearing underwear!”

Ves felt small and weak, crumpling to the floor. She hid her face as she sat on her knees, trying desperately to hide the effects of the toy. She was deeply aroused, but the shameful situation kept her in check. Her chest heaved unevenly as she tried not to show the building pleasure. Her thoughts shifted abruptly as something rubbed her g-spot. Her pink skin had a sheen of sweat. She couldn’t stop making short, quick thrusts into the air. Her skin tingled and her butt tensed. She was thrusting so vigorously that her business dress slid up, allowing him the slightest view of her shaven privates.

He was delighted and confused as she stared at him. It was so shameful, but she couldn’t stop. Her curvy body bouncing as the feeler moved inside her. She was moaning as she put her hands on the floor to support herself, opening her legs without care. Her large chest showed from her torn blouse, only kept in check by the smooth ivory bra. Her nose crinkled as she moaned again and again. She felt the slow building climax, winding her tighter and tighter until… release.

Falling backward, Ves flopped embarrassingly upon the floor. She rolled onto her side, recovering from the stronger orgasm. She waited for a moment, too scared to look back at the man observing the entire lewd display. She finally peeked through her frazzled hair, seeing his astonishment. Her mind raced as he tucked the phone away.

“What… the fuck?”
“Delete that now and I’ll give you the Fischer case.”
“How about I save this and you give me all your cases.”
“But… I need…” She paused, thinking about her dire situation.
“You need a job.” He grinned. “Maybe I can keep you around as my assistant!”

Climbing to her feet, Ves charged the man. She brought him down and hastily took the phone from his pocket. He was much stronger, but her nearly naked body upon him kept him in check. She moved her finger with purpose, quickly pulling up the video and hitting delete. He flipped her over and pinned her in a scandalous position as he got his phone back.

“Your word against mine now.” She glanced down, “think people will believe this was my doing?”
“You know,” he pulled back and got to his feet, “I could ruin us both. They might believe you, but I bet there’s a way to get that video back.” He showed a conceited smile. “How about I get one of your clients, my choice, every month for a year. Does that seem fair?”
“Not at all, you have a deal.” It was a horrible set up, but it would hopefully put this mess behind her.

Liam shook his head one more time before slinking through the door. Feeling drained, she slowly climbed up and found her spare top. The thin, blue sweater ran a little small on her swollen midsection, but at least it covered her. Her dress was damp, but being black made it virtually unnoticeable. The gravity of the situation hit. She had just put on a show for the most underhanded person she knew and somehow it didn’t destroy her. It gave her a surge of confidence. She fixed her hair and mentally prepared to finish the day.

She made a few quick calls, trying her best to avoid other clients. Being a financial consultant meant that a good amount of your work was planning and consultations. She tried to focus on the paperwork, but it was difficult to ignore the dildo buried in her nether region. She spent a few hours slowly working through the files until a knock came on her door. A petite woman nervously entered. She was very pregnant and very shy. Ves reluctantly invited her to sit down, hoping this would go quickly.

“Hi, I just brought some files you requested for one of your clients. Do you have a moment to go over them?”

Unable to say no, Ves sat as the woman pointed out every detail pertaining to the files. She either wanted to kill time or thought that Ves couldn’t read. Ves was getting rather anxious until the woman suddenly jerked forward. She put a small hand on her belly, controlling her breathing as the discomfort passed.

“It’s okay. This little guy just gets a little excited when he hears new voices. Want to feel?” The cute girl smiled warmly. Ves had no interest in the child growing in this stranger’s belly, but she knew how to act. She got up and placed a hand on the girl’s soft, warm skin. It took a few seconds, but she could feel the movement and she acted surprised. The girl giggled. “How far along are you?”
Ves was startled by the question. “Uh, a m-month.”
“Oh, wonderful! Things get easier as you go, I promise.” They wrapped up their conversation shortly and as soon as the door closed Ves fell into her chair.

She reached below and tried to remove the toy. She was nearly fisting her wet, sensitive hole, but the dildo was still beyond reach. She pinched the bridge of her nose, frustrated by her situation. She tried to think of a way to take out the slime creature in her womb, but a laugh echoed through her mind.

“You really hate people, don’t you? Maybe deep down you want kids.” She perked up, feeling pressure in her abdomen. Her stomach grew outward, pushing the sweater up and her waistband lower. “Wouldn’t it be nice to have a child or two growing inside of you?” Her belly button pushed outward as her tummy grew. She looked much, much bigger than the other woman now and she was still expanding. “You’d make a great mommy.”

“No!” She snapped, holding her quivering stomach as it crawled over her thighs. “I don’t want kids! I can’t even have them now!” He could sense her disgust at the thought of having something growing inside her.

“It doesn’t matter. I can give you kids. I can even give you four or five at once!” Huge bumps came and went as something moved inside of her. Tears ran down her cheeks as her skin pressed outward. She was appalled by the feeling and pleaded for him to stop. Her crying quieted as the outline of a small foot pressed out. She was in shock as another small hand pressed against her thigh. Something sharp pushed against her inner walls and then something rounded. “Maybe I’ll give you something besides a human baby.”

Just below her rolled sweater and between her breasts a small face appeared. It looked like something out of a fantasy and it disturbed her deeply. It moved its mouth before sliding out of sight. Something else moved by her belly button and she could almost swear it was a snake. It was terrifying to think of those creatures inside her and she had to cover her mouth to muffle the sobs.

Her fear was made worse as she saw multiple things slithering beneath her skin. It felt like a hundred snakes were packed into her womb, writhing around and searching for an exit. The pressure was so intense and she wanted to get them out, but they couldn’t find the path to freedom. Instead, they twisted and turned, making her belly bulge as their thick bodies moved.

Feeling a sudden pull, Ves fell from the seat. She was on her knees, holding her full belly as the creatures worked into a frenzy. It was harder to deal with, as her skin felt like it might tear under the immense weight. She rested it upon the floor, holding her desk as it wobbled and shook. She was crying and grunting, wishing for a way out of this nightmare when the vibrator clicked on.

She hated her body for enjoying the movements. It disgusted her to the core, but she was excited by the movements. Then a snake pushed out of her womb, wriggling side to side as its thick body pushed through her tight vagina. It was thick and it fought fiercely to get out. She tensed as she felt it slide past the vibrator, pressing it against her inner walls as it moved. It was stuck just inside her pussy.

Ves felt something pinching her clit and it felt amazing. Her knuckles turned white upon the edge of the desk. Hair stuck to her neck as she clenched her teeth. Her crying stopped, replaced with angry grunts. A strong orgasm hit her, making her fall onto her ass clumsily. The pleasure took over, making her drool like an idiot as she leaned against her chair. She was disheveled and delirious as she felt the snake move back into her womb. The vibration quit and her belly started to shrink. Whatever was inside went motionless.

Back to her normal size, she climbed into her chair and adjusted her clothing. A big wet spot was on the carpeted floor, but it was hidden beneath her desk. She put her head down and closed her eyes, nearly falling asleep before the man inside jabbed her. She perked up, wiping her eyes and fixing her hair as she realized where she was. She continued working without interruption for another hour when she heard a rumble in her belly. She thought it was him, but soon realized she was just hungry.

She forgot to pack a lunch, so she called down to the cafeteria to bring her a hot sandwich. The delivery charge was outlandish, but she was in no state to make the journey. She was about to take a bite when she felt something slimy push up her throat and into her mouth. She took some on her finger, seeing a thick violet slime.

Before she could move, a thick tendril of the purple slime erupted from her lips, her eyes doubled as the feeler took the sandwich from her hand and pulled it down her throat. She swallowed it whole, making a painful bulge in her esophagus as it moved down. It came back up and shot out, grabbing a stapler and pulling it into her mouth. The thick object hurt going down, but it happened in an instant. It continued by snatching a round pencil holder. The goo kept it as one object, pulling it down and into her belly.

She tried to grab it as it took a small potted plant, but it was too slippery. Her fingers slid off as the tendril forced the rounded pot into her open mouth. Her jaw was open wide, only barely able to fit the bulky item. It had continued trouble getting it past her windpipe. She couldn’t believe this was happening and she could feel all of the items collected in her stomach. She punched her abdomen again, but as before this agitated him. 

It took more small items, collecting them as she tried to hold her belly. She thought with enough pressure she could block items from fitting inside, but it didn’t help. She swallowed a pad of sticky notes, a computer mouse, and even a slim, corded telephone. Holding on, she was able to slow the ingestion of the phone, but it was too powerful, snapping the cord before taking the entire base into her body.

She was forced to ingest every small item in and around the desk. It even took the garbage bin and emptied it into her open mouth. Crumpled paper, food wrappers, and even aluminum cans slid into her belly. She tried to stop it, playing tug-of-war with the items and always losing. Her sweater moved higher, showing more and more skin as her midsection expanded. She pressed her belly hard into the side of the desk, but it only caused her more pain.

From the drawers it took pens, papers, and even her cosmetic bag. She watched as countless items slid uncomfortably down her throat and into her belly, clacking as they settled inside. Ves looked beyond pregnant, with a red, veiny stomach that ached from the oddly shaped items crammed inside. She was worried, not knowing how to remove the items without going to a hospital. The tendril came out again and opened her purse. Pulling her apartment keys and cell phone out and taking them down before she could grab them.

She leaned back in her seat, admitting defeat as she rubbed her overfilled belly. It was huge, hard, and heavy. Her top was only covering her chest now. It had moved beneath her bra, which caused her large breasts to appear even more prominent. She heard the sound of tearing fabric and felt her dress’ waistband slack. She watched the purple tentacle plucking more small items from the final drawer. A tape dispenser moved awkwardly through her esophagus and then there was a sudden stillness.

It seemed so quiet once the thing stopped force-feeding her. Tears wouldn’t even come. She was so awestruck by what just happened that she could barely think straight. She shifted forward and felt something shift. She felt an ache as she clumsily stood up. She used her desk for support and after a few stiff steps, she found balance. She felt sick, salivating suddenly and heavily. She grabbed her trash can and heaved. The plastic tape dispenser crept up her throat, causing a large bulge as it pushed through her mouth and out into the garbage. It made a loud thud as it landed and she felt more coming.

A knock came as she felt something large moving up her throat. She couldn’t respond as she cupped a hand over her mouth, stifling the urge to throw-up. “Ves, you have a call on line 3.” Her co-worker spoke through the door. “I was having problems patching him through.”
“Take…” She painfully swallowed the smooth metal stapler once again. “Message.” A pokey hairbrush rubbed as it moved in her belly, giving a very unpleasant sensation as it shifted lower once again. She had to get to the bathroom. Ves tried to suppress the urge to eject the remaining items as she lumbered to the door.

“Ves, he says it’s urgent.” The woman was still waiting outside.
Opening the door just enough to peek through, Ves spoke directly to the woman. “No more calls today.”
“You look like shit.” Her judgmental expression faded. “I can cover for you, but he says he will go elsewhere if you don’t talk to him right now.”
Ves rolled her eyes angrily, still feeling queasy. “Can I borrow your phone?”
“Uh, I guess. Why don’t you use your own?”
“It’s broken. Can you hand it to me?”
The girl narrowed her eyes. After a long contemplation, she went to her desk and took the phone base, holding it as she handed Ves the receiver.

“Hello, this is-“
“Ves, I pay you good money so I can talk to you anytime during business hours, Monday through Friday. If you start dodging my calls then I will take my firm across the street where I expect that bullshit!”

He went on, berating her as she tried to hide the cramps running from her low-hanging belly. She was in agony and the girl on the other side of the door seemed incredibly suspicious. The vibrator clicked on and off, making her sink lower as she listened. Ves tried her best to suppress the overwhelming sensations, but she was physically weak from holding such a weighted stomach.

“Mr. Delano, I am sorry… I am so sorry, but I am terribly sick and I… I promise I will do better in the future. As to answer your question, I can’t recommend that you invest in a start-up company with such differing goals. Could I please have a few days to do some research and write up a proper proposal?” He wasn’t pleased, but he finally conceded.

After saying goodbye, she gave the phone back. The other woman’s eyes dipped lower. She looked disgusted after the glimpse, but she didn’t get a chance to respond as Ves closed the door. She felt sick as she leaned against the door. Her expansive belly resting against her thighs, pushing her stretched dress lower. She felt things moving as she breathed. Praying that the other woman wasn’t watching, she took a deep breath and opened the door. 

She pulled it shut loudly as she stomped ahead, causing a few people to look with surprise. She stumbled forward, holding her distended belly tightly as she moved. Most of the office doors were closed in the afternoon with client meetings. She attempted to hide the full effects of her predicament by turning away from the open doorways. The objects shifted audibly, causing her great distress as she waddled ahead.

Just before the bathroom, she made direct eye contact – Jacob was astonished by the sight. She pushed on as he rushed to follow. She went into the bathroom, found the largest stall, and immediately ejected a few smaller items. Jacob came in, opening the unlocked stall door. He made it in time to see a hard square moving beneath her chest, up her throat, and through her open mouth. A slimy telephone hit the toilet seat and landed on the floor. She hastily yanked on the cord running into her mouth, pulling the headset out slowly. She gasped as she worked it free, turning to him with pure despair.

The vibrator clicked on yet again. She was sore and tired, but she felt a deep yearning for another intense orgasm. Warmth filled her loins as she looked at the overweight man staring with awe. He looked so innocent and she wanted to cum so badly. The urge to let out the items passed as she turned and stood. She stepped ahead with a hunger in her eyes as she gave him a slow, sensual kiss. He was paralyzed with fear and it excited her even more.

She gave him a few more quick kisses before squatting. Her awkward belly rested upon the cold tile in between her parted knees. Eagerly, she unfastened his belt and slid his pants to the floor. He whimpered as she fished out his cock and started sucking. The bathroom was empty, but if someone came in they would be greeted by an overweight man being blown. They would see her enormous red belly, seeing the subtle veins stretched across her tight skin. She put her lips to the base, moving his flab back to take his entire cock. He was bigger than expected, but she could take it with little effort.

Making loud, lewd noises as she sucked him, Ves was getting so wet below. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, licking his balls as she paused. He grabbed her head and pounded her mouth. His quick movements let her know he was getting close.

Warm cum shot to the back of her throat, making her squint, but she never pulled away. He held her in place, feeding numerous blasts of his seed into her slippery mouth. She licked his balls again, making him squirm and release his grip. She wanted it all, following as he stumbled back. She sucked hard, keeping him from taking his cock out as she leaned ahead. He gasped weakly, finally removing his cock from her lips with a loud pop.

Ves got up with some difficulty, turning around and raising her behind. She bent over the toilet, wiggling her ass enticingly. He couldn’t resist, shuffling closer with his pants around his ankles. He flipped her dress up to see her beautifully plump butt. Her hourglass figure was still preserved at this angle, as her huge belly pressed against the toilet below. The items inside clacking and tapping through her skin.

Spreading her cheeks, Jacob eased his moist cock in. He moaned as it glided into the warm, tight hole. Ves let out a shrill groan. She raised up and put a hand back to slow him, but he followed along, keeping his cock in place. He was fully in her ass and he didn’t give her time to acclimate. The ache spread through her body as he drew back momentarily and pushed it back in. Her ass opened easily, causing her great discomfort as he enjoyed himself.

“I’m sorry… It just feels too… ah… too good.” He spoke quietly as he pumped her ass.

It hurt and the lack of control caused her even more distress. Ves didn’t want this, but she had absolutely no control. The nameless man who spoke to her mind was forcing her to do outlandish things that she didn’t even try to understand. Her thoughts blurred as she felt unique pains every time Jacob thrust. He was just a lonely man getting some, so she couldn’t blame him. She glanced back, watching the bulky man humping her frantically.

The tendril inside moved lower, putting pressure on her g-spot. Then she felt something rubbing her clit. The ache suddenly turned pleasurable and all her complaints disappeared. She huffed and pushed back. Her springy ass flattened as they pushed together. She took every inch and it felt fantastic. The pressure built as she took his hand and placed it upon her chest. He followed the lead and leaned forward, holding her tits as he fucked her from behind.

They were going so hard that the items inside were shifting. She felt something hard-hitting her thigh and the sound of plastic tapping came from her core. Jacob was stronger than expected, moving his hands back to her hips to get just a little farther in. Her climax built as his cock plunged inside. She was just about to finish when he abruptly stopped. She involuntarily clenched her asshole, making him moan as cum spurt out of his tightly gripped cock. Thick blasts collected in her rump, pushing past her pinched entrance.

The tickle on her clit grew stronger. She bared her teeth, working the pulsing cock in her ass. The orgasm was upon her in seconds, causing the overburdened woman to sink lower, huffing with delight. She relaxed as he pulled out, barely able to support herself over the fixture. With a hum coming from deep inside, she spun around weakly, planting her rump onto the toilet seat. Tremors continued through her body as her eyelids drooped lower. She melted into the seat, spreading her legs open, not caring as she showed her privates to the man.

Pulling his pants up, Jacob grinned like a child and thanked her profusely. He left, caring little about her plight. Ves was beyond worried as the vibrator whirred in her loins. No one caught them, but it seemed inevitable someone would come along soon. She felt a movement within. Sitting up, she heaved, feeling an item moving up her throat. She covered her mouth again, not wanting to cause a mess. The object slid back down, giving her a moment of respite as she tried to think. She didn’t know what to do as the numerous items moved inside her stomach, causing a very unwelcome feeling.

Something shifted below and she heard a tap as something slipped out of her ass. She guessed that it was the computer mouse, considering the cord followed behind it. She was bawling as the items came out at increasing speed. She tried to clench shut, but they moved out so smoothly. Cans crumpled and pencils snapped under the weight of larger items. She barely felt the vibrating toy come out, but she could hear it whirring inside the packed toilet bowl. It was almost full when she slid off. She went onto her knees, unable to stop the release of the assorted workplace items.

Ves was gasping and grunting, weak from pushing so many things out of her body as she squatted over the floor. Once it was over, she found herself in the middle of a slimy mess. It felt much better now. Her clothes were mostly spared from the expulsion and she thought she might actually be okay after all of this. She climbed to her feet and left the sticky clutter for someone else to deal with. She walked with purpose, avoiding her coworkers on the path to her office. Praying that no one noticed her disheveled clothing.

She had to stop to avoid an older couple arriving. She ducked into an empty room as they passed. She was about to head out as she felt a pressure low in her belly. She looked down to see her stomach expanding beneath her waistband. This time her dress didn’t move lower. Instead, it pulled tighter and tighter until the stretched band popped apart, falling uselessly upon the floor.

She was stunned, knowing that she couldn’t simply hide herself any longer. Her belly retracted, only showing a small bump once again. The man was watching and enjoying every bit of her hardship. Her sweater was far too small to cover her privates and she knew there was only a short time before the owner of this office returned. Only a short distance remained to reach the privacy of her own office, but it would be impossible to avoid people now.

Thinking quickly, she took a large potted plant from the windowsill and carried it in front of her crotch. She took a deep breath and started walking. Sure enough, a woman passed in the hall. Ves had to turn to let her by, keeping her exposed backside against the wall. It worked and she continued only a few steps until another man exited his office. She did the same thing, pressing her ass against the glass as he shuffled by the sprawling plant. She turned to see that the office blinds had been open. She had just exposed herself again, but thankfully the man turned away, chatting on the phone.

She hustled down the hall, taking solace as she turned the knob and pushed into her office. A thick stack of files sat just inside the door with a note attached. I noticed you cleaned out your office, but I heard someone say you were stuck in the bathroom with Jacob. Ooh, what a scandal! I expect proposals and quarterly plans for all of these clients by tomorrow. It was signed with a heart, but she knew Liam was behind it.

Ves sat the plant down and brought the files to her empty desk. It would take all night to finish his work and she didn’t even have her phone to call Greta for spare clothes. “The janitor is going to find my cell phone in that mess!” She stared at the manila folder with utter despair. “And Liam knows Jacob had sex with me.” She thought aloud as she hung her head with shame. “Well, he will know once he talks to Jacob, I’m sure. It won’t be hard to intimidate that lard ass.“ She spoke bitterly. 

“Jacob won’t remember a thing.”
“H-how can you be sure?”
“Are you really doubting my power, Ves?”
She submissively shook her head. “No, no… What now?”
“You didn’t tell them, so you get to survive.” He laughed. “But you get a little surprise for being so promiscuous.”

Ves felt something and raised her sweater to investigate. Her stomach puffed out more notably than before. She put a hand over it and felt vigorous movement. She gasped in fright as she pulled her hand aside. Something was alive inside her and she knew it was more than just slime.

“Have a good night, Mom.” The laughter faded, leaving her with a lingering dread of what was to come. She had nothing to do but sit and wait until the others left. She had to time it right to go get her items before the cleaning crew found what she left. Only then could she call Greta to get some clothes and bring some basic office supplies to do the mountain of work.

Plaything

Standard

He awoke to a pleasant sensation, feeling a soft, warm mouth enveloping his cock. John glanced down, seeing his servant moving her head up and down dutifully. Brittany was heavy with offspring, big and soft and ready to have them at any moment. He ran a hand through her short-cut blonde hair, grabbing it as he guided her along. He pressed her down, watching her lips go to the base of his shaft. He held her there as she tried to pull back.

She arose without emotion, only breathing deeply to recover before going back down on him. She had been his first conquest. He was inexperienced at the time and stripped her personality, thinking it would be more enjoyable without constant complaints. It was a mistake, but sometimes he enjoyed how she quietly serviced him. She was nothing more than a sex slave now, but she was perfect for his current experiment. He smirked at the thought, knowing what she carried in her belly.

She slid her tongue along his shaft before deep-throating him once again. He told her to go down all the way, watching her go down and hold it, sputtering as before. He couldn’t resist putting his hand on her head again, enjoying the physical force. He let her up again for a moment before driving her head back down. She resisted somewhat, looking up with empty eyes as he pumped her face. She gagged, opening her mouth and allowing his cock to slide past her tonsils.

It only took a few minutes of the rough face fucking before he came. She closed her lips around his shaft, pressing down as instructed in the past. She took him all the way as he unloaded his seed into her throat. Her face turned red and tears formed in her eyes, but she didn’t resist. She was commanded to take all of his cum and there was no other option. She waited until the throbbing stopped, lifting up and swallowing the remaining fluid in her mouth.

Her swollen, engorged body jiggled with every slight movement. She was huge and sexy and he wanted to fuck her. “Come here.” She started to move, but stopped suddenly. Water released from between her legs, dampening the sheets. She looked up with a barren expression, awaiting his response. “You will not give birth yet!” He growled, taking her by the arm, bringing her to the others. “They are not ready!”

His other two concubines watched curiously as he led her in. Wendy intervened, asking how she could help. John explained the situation and directed her to retrieve the plug. She found the giant butt-plug she had worn a few weeks ago, bringing it before the engorged pregnant woman.

“She is not allowed to give birth yet.” He spoke with gestures, making sure the command would be followed. 

Wendy understood, hastily pushing the girl’s legs apart and lining up the oversized sex toy. Brittany stood complacently as she pushed the giant plug into her slippery pussy. It was too big for her, though, and it took extreme effort without fully going in. John directed Fonda to assist. The third girl was hesitant, but gave in and used her strength to force it in. Brittany lurched backward nearly letting the toy pop back out as she slumped to the floor. Wendy had a long enough reach to keep it in place, quickly connecting the straps around her thighs.

Brittany laid upon the floor, staring blankly as the other girls attached the plug firmly in place. She didn’t fight, but it must’ve hurt. She involuntarily pushed, making the plug slide slightly before coming back. It was fixed in place, keeping her offspring tucked in her swollen belly.

“I keep having the urge to push.” Her gaze was distant and disconnected. She tried again, letting out a slight groan as it remained in place.

Still aroused, John got down and poked his cock up her ass. Her head tilted back as he leaned against her belly, feeling it moving against him. He raised her legs, draping them over his shoulders as he pumped her hard. He felt an orgasm creeping closer. He looked into her vacant expression, searching for some repressed emotion as he railed her. Wendy watched them go at it, smiling as she sat on her knees.

Fonda decided to join, timidly trying to help the woman deal with her hidden pain. She leaned in and sucked her full tit, trying to help her broken mind. John laughed, squeezing Brittany’s breast to spray milk down Fonda’s throat. He raised higher, driving down against her pregnant belly. He felt the plug trying to push out, but the straps were tight. He pressed in and delivered his seed down her pussy. Fonda sat back, watching him cum, glaring at him. He stared into Brittany’s eyes as he shot the final spurts into her tight lower hole.

He let her drop to the floor, wondering if she still felt anything after he ruined her mind. He was content, but he still wanted whatever was growing in her belly to remain there. He left them to take a shower and Wendy left to prepare his breakfast. The other two were meant to clean up.

Fonda brushed her blonde hair back, looking down on the plump pregnant woman. With despair, she watched the girl’s devoid eyes look to her and then away. She was certain there was thought in there, but she just couldn’t express it. She was told not to let her give birth, so she could only comfort the man’s first pet. She reached down and touched Brittany’s clit, seeing her eyes dart to her and back.

With the hope of helping her, Fonda stroked the girl’s button, sucking her breast as she attempted to pleasure her. She could feel the wetness, but wasn’t sure if that was excitement or something else. She rubbed her for a long time, but the girl didn’t seem to react.

“It feels good, but I can’t orgasm,” Brittany spoke flatly. “It hurts too much.”
“Oh… I’m so sorry.” Fonda pulled her hand away.
“Don’t be. You tried to help.”

They both got up to return to their duties. Brittany was slow to rise, taking wide, heavy steps as she collected the sheets in the other room and prepared to change the bed. Fonda told her she could take care of it, but the broken girl didn’t stop. She was his first experiment and now she was his perfect mental slave. He didn’t like her lack of reaction though and sometimes tried to hurt her just to see if he could snap her back to reality. Fonda sighed at the thought, heading away to gather cleaning supplies.

That evening he directed them to craft a massive feast. They cooked for hours, preparing forty different dishes just for the four of them. They had used almost all of their supplies, but John always had the means to restock as needed. He came in as they worked, taking Wendy from behind as he would do at random times throughout the day. She didn’t notice or care, going about her business as best she could.

Fonda’s eyes crept over to the couple. The tall, unshaven man was pumping her dutifully, looking somewhat bored by the interaction. The shorter, slender woman was on her tip-toes, taking the strokes as she cut carrots and plopped them into a pot. Her mind was still intact, but she would always ignore what their master did to her. She didn’t seem to even acknowledge it.

Wendy noticed Fonda watching her, sending a smile her way as the man fucked her hard. She bent forward, starting on her next task without moving. Fonda noticed her stomach was larger than normal, drooping down as she stretched to reach a filled pot. She mashed potatoes, her body jerking from a sudden pain as she happily continued preparing. John also noticed the spectator.

“I opened a portal in her belly and womb. She’s filling with water.” He smirked. “She doesn’t even care.”

He pumped her, enjoying Fonda’s look of horror as she watched the girl’s belly dip lower. She had to continue cooking as she observed, hoping this madman wouldn’t do something like that to her. He drove in and growled as he came, pausing until his balls were empty. He pulled out and walked away to pursue other activities.

Wendy’s inflation continued over the next hour. Her small body spreading outward, growing tight and full as the water invaded her body. She was known for being strong, and that was the only reason she was able to keep standing. Her shoulders and hips widening to take the burden, making her body grow thick and bulky. Every movement sent a wave rolling along her skin. The added weight caused her to struggle to accomplish mundane tasks.

Fonda had to work twice as hard to get the table ready and get the food onto platters. The other two girls were slow and clumsy. Brittany had no visible emotion, but she kept speaking of how her stomach was getting in her way. Wendy was still upbeat, laughing whenever she failed to lift her arm or stumbled into furniture. Dinner was ready, though, and only Fonda understood the gravity of the situation.

Brittany led the procession, holding her platter steady as she waddled forward. Her plug pushed the straps outward as she took ungainly steps. Her belly was fairly red, swaying side to side as she walked. It was depressing to see such a cute young girl made into this broken, overburdened sex toy. Her distant expression didn’t change, but her body was clearly tired from the time on her feet. She sat the dish down, unveiling a bowl of potato soup. She managed not to spill in spite of her condition.

Next Wendy followed. Her body was larger and more evenly distributed. She looked overweight, but instead of having rolls she had tight, bulging skin. Her full legs rubbed together as she shuffled to her destination. Her long, dark brown hair trailed behind as she picked up speed. She miss-stepped and had to catch herself with one hand, giggling as she continued. She kept the platter reasonably level, placing it behind the other and showing a sirloin steak.

Finally, it was Fonda’s turn. The others watched as she came forward. She moved effortlessly compared to the others, the limited fat on her body jiggled as she moved. She was nervous that he was about to do something to her just for entertainment. She tried to hide her fear behind a smile, offering a collection of fruit tarts.

John seemed pleased, knowing carts of food awaited them after he ate his favorite dishes. He readied a fork as a dripping noise caught their attention. They looked to see a trail of water pouring from between Wendy’s legs. Most ran along her thighs, collecting on the floor as she looked at them with confusion.

Water trickled from her breasts, sliding from the nipples and down over her bloated stomach. Her smile faltered as she leaned forward. Her cheeks bulged for a second and then water spilled from her lips. She covered her mouth with her hand, stopping it for a short time before the liquid shot out once more. She removed her hand and bent forward, vomiting clear water onto the floor.

Any movement made it worse. Her lower entrances opened wider, allowing more to escape. Wendy covered her nipples, trying to limit the flow in that aspect, but that only caused them to grow larger. She looked focused before realizing that the others were still giving her full attention. She smiled with her eyes, looking entirely too pleased by the unsettling development. Standing upright, she tried to remain composed as water flowed from her many openings.

John looked disgusted. “Not on the floor! Bring her to the garden and plug her up!” He made a sharp gesture.

Fonda thought about running, to take this pitiful woman and try their best to escape, but she knew it would be certain death. So, she helped the leaking woman outside. Her filled body bounced as she lumbered forward. It was a slow, difficult process, but they made it. Wendy only made it a few steps into the grass before she slipped on the water and plopped on the ground. She slammed down upon her overfilled belly, springing up and rolling over. She came to rest on her back, laughing from the fall. It was obvious that she didn’t understand what John was doing to her.

Following instructions, Fonda collected some large, smooth rocks and inserted them. Water sprayed out as she fit a large stone into her pussy, but she finally wedged it in place. Barely any escaped around the smoothed rock. Her ass took three stones to stop the flow, but she didn’t seem to care – taking them as she asked their master about what he thought of his dinner. It was hard to understand her, though, as water continually flowed from her lips.

Being plugged up below caused it to come harder from her mouth. Fonda planted two rocks on her companions quaking breasts, squishing them outward as they wobbled. A fountain was escaping from her spout at this point. She closed her mouth, attempting to regain composure. Water filled her cheeks in an instant, causing a geyser of clear liquid to spray out. Wendy shook her head, rolling her eyes at the nuisance. She was genuinely trying to minimize the insane situation. She was stretched with copious amounts of fluid and there was only one spot left to plug.

Fonda did her duty, pushing a longer rock down the poor woman’s throat. She felt awful, standing back as Wendy struggled to breathe. The water had no place to go, making her expand much faster than before. Her arms and legs were pinned to the grass, bulging outward as water steadily filled them. Her fat ass pooled and her round chest ascended. The massive belly crept outward and upward, with visible waves sliding through it. The liquid was anxious to escape, making her body vibrate and her skin pull tight.

Fonda covered her mouth, watching in horror as the mountain of a woman shook. Wendy’s eyes showed playful irritation from the situation. Her face was turning red as she fought to take a breath, still quite aware of her surroundings. Her heavy body sprawled outward, trembling as it filled. There was a moment of near silence where only the sound of moving water could be heard from inside. She looked over to John, giving him a loving smile. Then she burst.

It was loud and violent, knocking Fonda onto her ass and coating her entirely in water. She screamed as the man beside her avoided the splatter using an unseen barrier. He laughed as Fonda scrambled away from the remainder of Wendy. He commanded her to wash up and join him for dinner.

He left her alone for a time, but he made it clear that she should hurry. She knew she couldn’t leave the mansion, but maybe she could hide. Anything to stay away from that maniac. She washed away the slimy liquid, terrified to go back. She debated it for a time, but then she heard him enter. With her opportunity gone, she followed him back to the main hall, damp and scared.

Brittany stood silently in the corner. Her huge belly shook and bulged as the beasts inside tried to escape. Her filled breasts slid along the sphere and her fat ass squished against the wall. She leaned back, physically drained, but showing no emotion. All of her attention directed to Fonda as the plug shifted between her open legs.

He directed her to sit, but something told her to run. She only took five steps before he commanded her, mentally forcing her to sit and eat like a good girl. Eat as if she hadn’t all week. Still worried, she picked up a piece of grilled salmon and gobbled it down. Next, she devoured a stuffed pepper. She wasn’t particularly fond of the dishes, but it felt like she was starving. She ate ravenously. But, unlike the others, she knew what was happening. She knew he was forcing her to suffer for his enjoyment.

She ate and ate, feeling completely full and still devouring more. It hurt, but he used some of his magic to help her increase her stomach’s capacity. It was visibly growing as she pushed far past what a normal person would eat. She slurped down a full bowl of soup and a collection of fruits. Anything that fell onto her chest was quickly wiped up and eaten. She burped and took more. Resting his chin in his hands, he watched her intently. Her eyes showed her agony, but she continued.

Her body was taking it well. She appeared pregnant now, growing even more thanks to the magic keeping her intact. Her chubby frame remained the same, but her ass seemed to expand slightly. She filled out, appearing to be a robust mother-to-be. She ate a few breadsticks, aching from the ordeal. She grunted, trying to eat sloppily and keep some of it out of her body, but she was compelled to clean herself and ingest everything she could.

“I can’t do this!” She took a big bite of venison. “I’m going to burst!”
John blinked slowly as she continued in spite of her complaints. Fonda ate ravenously, swallowing big lumps of meat even though she desperately wanted to stop. She felt full and sluggish. Glancing down, she could see her belly rested on her thighs. Sweat covered her naked body and she only paused to drink a tall glass of juice. It felt good going down, but she was out of space. She felt queasy, but nothing came up – probably due to the magic he used.

He held up a finger, commanding her to stop. She felt sudden relief wash over her, thanking him repeatedly. John stood and came around, using all of his strength to turn her to the side. He slapped her inner thighs, making her spread her legs as he went to his knees. He was hard and honestly, it seemed like a better alternative to eating anything else. He guided his cock under her belly, poking into her wet pussy with little effort.

Leaning back, John slid deeper. She moaned, squeezing his cock involuntarily. Her stomach rumbled and it felt incredibly awkward and uncomfortable to do it like this. She draped her fat arms upon his shoulders, groaning as he pumped her juicy hole. Blonde hair stuck to her shoulders and it was difficult to hide her pain. She was the only girl who could think for herself and enjoyed making her truly suffer. She immediately realized that he was being too nice to her.

John watched her tits rolling over her engorged belly. He seemed mesmerized until he looked up and leaned closer. He hugged her tightly, making Fonda groan with torment as he compressed her stuffed midsection. He pounded harder and squeezed, forcing air to escape from both ends. A small burp escaped and then she felt gas sliding lower. She tried with all her willpower to keep it in, but he was too strong and they were moving too fast. A loud, drawn-out fart slipped from her ass, making her face turn bright red with embarrassment.

She was mortified, knowing that it would surely lead to another punishment. She only prayed it wasn’t food related. The thought passed as he drove in and unloaded into her. She couldn’t enjoy it in her current state, but his shaking cock did give her some small satisfaction. She was happy that he was able to cum even after the indignity. John’s face was cold and unpredictable as he edged back and got up. Her breath caught in her throat as she awaited his next command.

“Eat whatever Brittany feeds you.” He gestured to the pregnant woman.

She lumbered to the table, taking a dove made of marzipan and forcing it into Fonda’s mouth. The malleable food squished around her lips as she chewed, but Fonda helped to make it fit. Brittany grabbed a bowl of custard as she finished, and using her hand as a funnel, she poured that into her victim. Fonda gulped it down, groaning as she swallowed. She begged to stop, but the command forced her to eat whatever the heavy woman offered. 

Fonda’s stomach tensed as she took more, roiling as food stretched it farther. She tried to act defiant, hoping that he would see her resolve and turn his attention to his other pet. She set her jaw, awaiting the next offering. She gobbled down juicy sausage links, enjoying the flavor for a brief moment. It was difficult to keep the hard expression as she looked into his unflinching gaze. She tried to focus on the flavor and the wet sensation between her legs, but they both were overshadowed by the discomfort and dread.

She felt like she might explode at any moment. Fonda couldn’t fight the tears, knowing that she might truly die like this. A smirk spread across her dominator’s face as she tried to beg with a full mouth. The edge of the table dug into her soft belly, but she barely noticed. She was much larger than any normal pregnant woman and the large supply of food kept her busy. She paused, sliding her boob aside to find the notable chunks that fell. Her mind was clear and that caused this to be even more excruciating.

Brittany shoved a boiled egg into her mouth, not waiting until she chewed to add another. She took three before she started to weep, swiping away the last egg. “No, I-I can’t… I…” She felt the control fade from her body. Whatever control she found was gone in an instant.

“You seem thirsty after all that food. Would you like a drink, Fonda?” She nodded compulsively. “All right, Brittany, give her some of your milk.”

The swollen woman peered down without agency, pressing her full breast against Fonda’s lips. She used both hands to squeeze it, sliding them lower to milk herself like a cow. She watched with idle eyes. Warm, sweet milk sprayed into her mouth. Fonda gulped it down, drinking like a newborn. She clenched her eyes, groaning as her stomach stretched to its limit. She was keenly aware that John was not going to help and she was forced to spend her last minutes attached to this broken woman.

Suckling hungrily, Fonda felt a sharp ache in her belly. The pain increased as she slurped down the milk, pressing up into the flowing mound of flesh, watching Brittany’s other boob sway freely. She pulled on the breast, feeling the liquid filling her mouth faster. She swallowed and then the pain vanished in an instant.

John watched the gluttonous girl take her final drink. With hands on her belly, Fonda groaned as something popped open inside her. Within seconds her body burst apart. The immense pressure caused a violent blast, covering Brittany in bloody water, milk, and undigested food. “It feels warm and unpleasant,” Brittany spoke in a monotone, wiping her face. “May I clean this up for you?”

Mostly spared by standing behind her, John flicked some blood from his shoulder. “Yes. It’s not like anyone else will.” He grabbed an untainted turkey leg and took a bite. “Looks like I’ll have to find more help.”

She set to work scrubbing the room, having immense difficulty moving with her encumbered belly. She took a long time to get down, but John didn’t care. He watched her struggle, enjoying her full, quaking belly. It was a wonder if she would burst from this burden or not; so far she was taking it better than expected. She scrubbed weakly, her rosy belly rubbing on the floor. His urges were returning, so he commanded her to take a shower and join him in the bedroom.

She let out a long breath as she pulled herself up using the table. She was shaking from the strain, but she managed to get up on her own. She shambled down the hall, groaning as she moved. Her expression never changing as her stomach rocked back and forth. John went to the opposite room, indulging in a short nap while she bathed.

Slow, lumbering footsteps awoke him. Brittany’s belly was even bigger and more active. The creatures inside wanted out badly, pushing her skin outward in random directions. She had to lean on the wall to avoid stumbling from the sudden movements inside. “I don’t think my body can handle this.” She spoke impassively. “They’re getting stronger and my insides hurt.”

Still quite damp from her shower, Brittany drew in long, labored breaths. She carefully let go of her support, moving closer to the bed. The plug pushed down, pulling the straps tight upon her skin. Her soft, wet skin bulged between the thin strips of leather until the plug slid back into place. She took another step as something jabbed to the side. Her skin thrust to the right and she followed, stumbling forward to hold the corner of the bed. A low growl came from her midsection.

“They are doing whatever they can to make me miserable. They want out.”
John crawled from bed, circling behind her. “Soon enough.”

He opened her warm, pliable ass, spitting before he worked his cock along her asshole. He poked in, enjoying the warmth and tightness. She jerked to the side, feeling another movement from within accompanied by a strange hiss. He grabbed a handful of her short, wet hair, yanking her head back as he jabbed his cock in too the limit. She held her breath, letting it out as he drew back and pumped again.

“They can feel my tension.” Her swollen belly pressed into the sheets. She was having trouble staying upright, only reaching the bed with her fingers. The creatures were twisting and turning in her womb and he still held her head back at an awkward angle. He wanted to see some emotion from the tortured girl, but it was truly gone. He knew he had destroyed her mind in some way and that disappointed him.

Still, her ass was tight and her fat ass jiggled pleasantly. He reached down to grab one of her full tits, squeezing it hard. Milk ran between his fingers as he kneaded it. He fucked her ass as hard as he could, watching the remaining water droplets roll off of her tight skin. He was getting close, but he decided to circle to the front. His dick popped out, leaving her ass gaping as he walked onto the bed and put it in her mouth.

Brittany gagged as she swallowed his shaft. By command, she looked up, watching him with a disconnected gaze. She retched and gagged, but made no attempt to pull away. He drove all the way in, putting his hands around her neck to feel the bulge. Wet blonde hair stuck to her forehead as she wrapped her lips around him. He pumped her face, watching her ass bounce and her belly spread beneath her. She could barely breathe, but he wasn’t about to stop.

He pushed in, balls deep, and launched cum down her throat. Her shoulders heaved, instinctually trying to fight the feeling. He stayed in place, holding her head as she drank load after load. Tears ran down her cheeks, but she never tried to fight it. She blinked quickly as the last shot went down. He slid his cock out, laughing as she gasped. Her heavy breasts wobbling as they dangled in the air. He laid down and used his foot to push her upright.

She was still breathing quickly as she wiped her eyes. A movement made her put her arm out to balance and the other on her belly. She rubbed the engorged, red belly, trying to placate the monsters inside. With his command, she was finally able to remove the plug. She unclasped the straps allowing the plug to slide lower. She took a few steps to open her legs, resting her hands on her knees as the thickest part of the plug opened her wide.

A few more bulges came and went as the creatures moved inside. Brittany stared at the floor as she let out a squeak. The huge plug plopped to the ground, covered in slimy goo. She squatted lower, her body tensing as she pushed. A small green hand slid out, clasping onto her inner thigh. Her stony expression didn’t change as she gave another push. More of the creature showed, wriggling as she passed its shoulders.

She huffed as the monster freed its other hand, pulling itself from her loins. Her lips hugged the slippery, dark-skinned imp as it moved lower. The rat-faced mongrel yelped as it hit the floor, skittering into the corner and sniffing the air. Brittany had another creature on the way. She opened her legs even wider as a furry, long-clawed paw edged out. It took repeated tries, revealing more and more of the gray-furred monster. It looked hideous, snarling as it pawed the air in a futile attempt to reach the ground. Its hindquarters popped free and the young beast skulked under the bed.

Even without her children, Brittany’s belly was still large. She appeared to be in the mid-term of pregnancy as she took hold of the bedpost, trembling from exhaustion. “I must rest. May I lay with you?”

He waved her closer, allowing the damp blonde to rest while he went to fetch his business partner. John returned with a tall, slender creature with patches of scaly skin and beady, reptilian eyes. “She is ready for something larger, yesss?”
“I told you that from the start.” John looked to his weary mental slave. “I can get more vessels in the coming week.”
“What happened to your othersss?”
John shrugged with a slight smile. “They weren’t up to the task.”

The visiting mage laughed, understanding the implication. He took a magical orb from his satchel and slipped it into Brittany’s glistening pussy. The fist-sized sphere was pulled deeper, making her jerk as it nestled in her womb. “Now you have an ogre’s ssseed inssside of you!” He gave John a wicked smile.

Belly Play

Standard

“You fucked Hayley?”
“N-no, I just…” He paused. “Just once.”
“Jesus, she’s been wanting Dad for years.” She looked to Dillon.
“Why do you hang around her then?”
Karma shot him an angry glare. “Because she is a good friend in spite of it!” She cocked her head. “You need to keep it in your pants until we swap back and hope that nothing comes of that.”
“You need to remember your place here.” Kevin took a handful of her substantial breast, squeezing and following her as she pulled away. “If you want your bodies back then you will do whatever we ask.”
Dillon perked up, balling a fist in anger. “You keep your fucking hands off her!”

Isabel diffused the situation, catching Kevin’s attention and directing him to the other room. “You can’t just ruin their lives for money… Kevin.” They spoke in whispers.
“Why not? They’ll figure it all out after we’re gone. Love finds a way.” He grinned.
“This is serious. We can’t have any more fuck-ups. We get the money and we get them back to normal, remember the plan.”
“The money I found… The money they have stashed… It’s not enough. We need to be having some fun to make it worth our time.”
“We agreed to extort a few people and maintain their livelihood. So far we basically wrecked one family and I don’t want to see it happen again. That causes us all trouble. We’re not the only ones who know the ring exists.”
“I knew this thing was too good to last.” He scoffed. “You’re too afraid to enjoy yourself.”
She realized he was talking about the two of them. “It was a fun fling between us, but we both have bigger plans.” Isabel looked away, shaking her head. “Just go to their place and stay the night with your daughter. Don’t do anything to draw attention and we’ll switch everything back in the morning. Have sex with his wife if you have to, but don’t do something we’ll regret.” He gauged his understanding. “We can find someone else after for you to have your fun with, okay?”
“Fine.”

Isabel and Karma remained at the hotel while Kevin and Dillon went to their house. Even with some coaching from the former owner of his body, Kevin had trouble acting like a pampered white dentist from the suburbs. His wife talked about random happenings throughout the day as she cooked dinner. He read the news on a tablet, trying not to do anything conspicuous.

The woman was tall with a darker complexion and highlighted brown hair. With natural looking makeup, manicured eyebrows, and bright red fingernail polish; she wasn’t beautiful, but she certainly looked good. She had a broad smile that showed her immaculate teeth, and her deep chestnut eyes showed a passionate spirit. Armana. He recalled what Dillon had told him. She is fun, but she can become a bitch in an instant.

He felt his phone buzzing, and again he ignored the call from Hayley. No matter how many times you try, I don’t give a shit! He talked with his wife as they headed to the bedroom for the evening. Stepping behind her as she brushed her teeth, he attempted to feel her ample breasts. She shrugged aside his advance with an irritated glance from the mirror. He went back into the bedroom, changing into pajamas as she finished. She came in wearing a thin t-shirt and bright blue panties. Crawling into bed, she took her phone, opening a social media site. She showed no interest as he touched her warm thigh, and he ran his hand lower, watching for her reaction.

The woman’s stare was filled with anger and disgust. “Do not!”
“Come on, why not?”
“I don’t feel like it tonight.”
“When was the last time we had sex?” He asked, guessing it had been a while.
“What does that matter?” He reached to touch her breasts again, but she swatted him away and guarded her chest. “Stop it right now!” She jumped out of bed. “Remember what I told you last time? I am not your fucking toy! You’re sleeping on the couch tonight!” She glared, pointing to the door. “Go!”

Kevin thought about how easily he could have his way, but Isabel’s words rang in his mind. He left without a word, finding some high-end whiskey in the kitchen. He sat in the dimly lit living room, sipping the smooth beverage as he tried to repress his urges. He finished a few glasses when a tap came on the sliding door. Hayley gave a hurt glare as she waited outside.

“You can’t be here!” He opened the door with ire.
“So you just fuck me and throw me away?”
“That shouldn’t have happened. I’m too old for you.”
“I don’t care!” The moonlight illuminated her fair skin. “Should I tell your wife about our fling?”
He yanked her inside, speaking in a hushed tone. “You will not blackmail me, you little bitch.” Scare her and go back to your drink, then you can get away from this situation.
“I just want you… Can’t we do it again?”
Her sad expression was almost comical, but it certainly worked on him. Why do I give a shit? Fuck her tonight and tomorrow the other guy can deal with it.

Kevin grabbed Haley’s smaller chest, and she smiled as he groped her. He closed the door and brought her to the bathroom, locking the door. A thought crossed his mind as he watched the girl stripping eagerly. Maybe I can make you stop harassing this guy and get my way. He slipped a finger into her wet slit, moving it gently as he watched her. I’ll make you suffer like I did! He stopped and stepped to the shower.

“I want to try something different with you.” He unscrewed the shower head, offering the hose to her. “Put this up your butt.”
“Wh-what?” She was confused by the proposition. “Why?”
“I want to see you bigger.” I’ll make her regret coming here tonight! “Go on.” He urged.
“You want to see me… with a belly?” She deliberated before taking the hose. “You want me to look pregnant?” A smile crept across her face. “I’ve never had an enema before!”

She’ll change her mind once we start. He directed her to lubricate the hose and ease it up her ass. She gasped as he turned on the flow, balling her fists and stepping side to side as water trickled into her ass.

“It feels so weird!”
“Keep quiet.” He increased the flow.
“Holy crap, it feels so weird!” She spoke softly. “It feels kind of nice.” He pushed the handle farther. She moaned as she accepted the enema, holding her belly as she leaned forward. Closing her eyes, she bit her lip, breathing quickly as she endured the sensations. Kevin watched as the girl writhed with pleasure, shifting as her belly expanded.

She’s fucking enjoying it! He went to his knees, moving between her legs as she stood. Let’s see how it feels after you cum, you slut. He slipped his tongue into her slit, tasting her as he explored. She gasped loudly, grabbing his hair as she pushed her hips forward. Passion was building and she quickly approached orgasm.  He felt the wetness increase and he felt her grip tighten. He pulled away, looking up to see her startled look. Hayley’s expression turned to disappointment as she tensed, twitching with a violent, ruined orgasm.

“What the hell? Why did you do that?!” She convulsed with aftershocks.
He smiled as he got up. “It’s your fault for coming so fast.”
She rolled her eyes, still agitated. She rubbed his crotch before unzipping him and slipping his cock out. “I guess so, but I can keep going.” Her stomach gurgled as she directed him onto the edge of the bathtub.

The girl’s distended belly was warm and damp as she pressed it against him. She straddled him, forcing him to lean backwards as he held onto her squishy ass. It went in easily, pushing up into her tight hole. She worked her hips and he enjoyed it immensely, eventually feeling his own orgasm building. He held her in place, causing her to stop the motion. You can stop here – just pull out and shoot it on her huge belly.

“We can’t, I can’t cum in you again.”
“It’s fine, what are the chances?”
“No!” He spoke sternly.

She ignored him with a devious smile, using her heavy frame to keep him in place. She rocked back and forth, loving the feeling as his cock reached her innermost depths. He squeezed her hips painfully hard, but she continued with determination. In a last, desperate attempt, he jammed two fingers up her ass alongside the hose. Hayley gasped and pulled forward, but he realized too late that she enjoyed the feeling. She rode him even harder and it was too much to resist.

He grunted as he felt himself pass the point of no return. Kevin pulled upward with the fingers in her ass and gripped her tit with his other hand. He lost himself in her movements and finally let his cock unload into her audibly wet opening. She squeaked loudly, driving down upon his cock. Haley beamed, loving the feeling of his cum coating her insides. They slowed to a stop, and once finished he backed her away.

She groaned, showing immense pain as she found balance. Her tummy was swollen and tight now, making loud gurgling noises. Hayley finally regretted taking so much water. She reached past him to stop the water flow, but froze as the door opened to reveal his disgusted wife.

Armana closed the door as she charged ahead. “You piece of filth! What the hell are you doing to her?” Hayley was scared, nervously pulling back, continuing to fill. A glob of sperm dripped to the floor, making Armana even more upset. “You… You’re cheating on me in our house?!” She balled a fist. “You motherfucking piece of fucking trash!” She took a swing, but he grabbed her hand and twisted her wrist hard.

He pulled her closer, making sure she couldn’t hurt him. “If you’d put out a little more often this wouldn’t be a problem!” She struggled; she was strong, but he knew how to keep her under control. Slipping her pajama bottoms down, Kevin spanked her bare ass hard. “You’re going to calm down now or I will make you calm down!” She shifted defiantly, kicking his shin with her heel.

With a sigh, he reached over and yanked the running hose from Hayley’s ass. The timid blonde girl whimpered, buckling as she tried to retain the large volume of water. He brought the tube up and poked it into Armana’s comfy posterior. She gasped, jerking wildly as he fed the running hose up her ass. He reached back and pushed the water flow higher as he held her from behind. Damp and pained, her struggling calmed over time and soon she only shifted uncomfortably in his arms.

Hayley was still stunned by the situation, uncertain of how to proceed. She was clearly hurting, sweating while supporting herself against the countertop. Her belly appeared pregnant and ready to pop. She was straining to stand, breathing laboriously. I could tell her to empty, but I kind of like seeing her suffer. I mean it took long enough to get through to her.

His wife’s pajama bottoms grew damp as she let some leak. In response, Kevin rammed the hose a few pushes deeper, making her squeak with pain. Her belly was growing nicely and she was approaching Hayley’s size quickly. He turned her around carefully, no longer restraining her.
“If you touch that hose then I will hold you down and ram it deeper, understand?” She gave a sheepish nod, begging for him to stop. He tried to open her legs for a little fun, but she started crying, nudging him away. “Fine, you can fill while I fuck her, you snobbish bitch.” I’m all in it now.

He patted Haley’s hip before directing her downward. Her inflated belly and modest tits hung low as she put her hands on the floor and bent her knees. She waited awkwardly as he took hold of her hip. She bent over looking back with concern as he guided his cock between her damp cheeks. He took a few tries before the tip slipped deeper, and by her shrill cry, he knew he was in her full ass. He drove in, making the poor girl beg as she endured the rough entry. Pushing in all the way, he made her ass flatten against him.

“You psycho piece of trash!” His wife called as she filled submissively behind them. “You will regret this, I guarantee it!”

He glared at the angry, tormented woman as he plowed the overfilled girl. Hayley’s stomach swayed and gargled, slapping against her thighs as it moved. She was choking back tears as she tried to retain her fill. Kevin wasn’t making it easy, however, ramming in harder and harder as he continued. She pleaded and he finally decided to pull out, laughing as a spurt of clean water shot out.

Watching his filling wife, Kevin brought her to her knees and walked Hayley backwards. Armana resisted, but he pressed her face into Hayley’s pale ass. “Put your tongue in her.” He commanded. Armana tried to pull back, but he held her neck and the other girl’s hip, keeping them connected. “Drink and I’ll stop the flow!” Armana’s eyes darted from side to side until she finally accepted her fate. Hayley whimpered as the woman opened her ass. “Go ahead, let it out.” Hayley was hesitant, but she was at her limit. She finally gave in and gave a hard push.

Armana gave muffled screams as she drank the enema, allowing some water to run down her chin. Her struggling calmed after the first few gulps and soon she was drinking at a steady pace, swallowing it almost entirely. He let her pull back to breathe for a moment before pushing her back into place. Her stomach swelled as tears ran down her cheeks. The defiant woman was broken, still drinking from the young girl’s ass as he took his hands away.

He finally stopped the shower, pulling the hose with a slow, firm motion. Armana squawked as she jumped up, following the hose as he tugged. Without warning he yanked it free, sniggering as she lurched forward, desperately trying to stop the water blasting from her ass. She pinched the flow after a moment, begging as he got behind her and pushed his cock into her squeezing asshole. She tried to pull away, but he followed with hard, deep strokes. She screamed, pleading loudly as he pumped her filled ass. Hayley stepped in to comfort her, pressing their stomachs together as she rubbed her shoulder.

Armana reached back and slapped his chest. All that water in her and she’s still fighting. He pushed painfully deep before pulling out and guiding it into her unprepared pussy. Armana slapped him repeatedly, but he was already blasting inside of her. She finally pulled aside, scowling as she gripped her distended belly. “Good thing I’m on birth control again, you dirty fuck!” She tried to hide her agony.

Angry, Kevin reached down and jabbed a finger into her slit, pulling a handful of his sperm out. “She’s not, though.” He brought it to Hayley’s trimmed pussy and stuffed it in with his finger. Armana watched with stunned silence as the girl moaned, holding his wrist in place excitedly.

The door behind him creaked open, causing them all to quiet. He turned to find Dillon holding a pistol, shaking as she took aim. He held out a calming hand. “Wait. Think this through-“ Kevin’s words were cut off by a loud pop. Dillon fired another shot, both hitting him center mass. He looked down with confusion, falling as she approached.

“You sick son of a bitch.” The true Kevin spoke though Dillon’s mouth as she stood above him. “I don’t give a shit, you need to be put down.” Her harsh words were contradictory to her high-pitched voice. “You ruined our fucking lives and I will not let you do any more!”

Kevin fumbled, taking the ring from his pocket and slipping it onto his bloody finger. He used all of his strength to reach up and take her hand. After the switch the man finally realized how the swapping process worked. Kevin, now back in his own body, put up his hand as Dillon raised the pistol and shot again.

She looked to the two inflated women who stood in absolute horror, quiet with shock. Without a word, Dillon wrenched the ring from the man’s lifeless hand and made her way outside. Why can’t things just go smoothly for once? She ignored the screaming coming from the house as she walked. I could just disappear. What are the chances she’d find me again? Dillon inspected the ring in her palm. It would be easy to change bodies and be off the radar… but, she isn’t the only one looking for this damned thing. She huffed as she made the long walk back to their hotel. Isabel turned to her impassively, waiting for an answer.

“Yeah, we have a little problem.”

Business Suit Samus

Standard

The structure blurred as the program loaded, changing to a fluorescent bathed cargo bay. A wide door hissed as it slid open, leading into the ship’s assembly hall. It felt more comforting than the last enclosure, but only due to the wonderful view through the main port. They crawled closer to a reddish orange planet set against a backdrop of twinkling stars. The person in the room was not interested, however, as she stood staring into a computer display set into the wall.

The unusually tall blonde woman wore a navy blue service coat and matching skirt. Black leggings and high-heeled dress shoes showcased her long, muscular legs, adding to her height. The golden blonde ponytail whipped as she turned around, angrily eying her skewed tie. She adjusted it and straightened her buttoned jacket, huffing as she waited. She looked uneased in the formal attire and her constant fidgeting showed that she was running out of patience.  The large doors were worn from many years of use, and stacks of rusted metal crates lined the walls. They were on an under-maintained research vessel.

The side entrance opened once again, revealing a tall, slender man with purposefully messy hair and casual attire. His penetrating blue eyes searched the woman up and down. “I am shocked you dressed properly for a change. Though, I don’t usually mind your tight fitting zero suit.”
“Why am I here?”
“Always to the point.” The man stepped inside, allowing the door to close. “To draw you in, of course.”
She took her hidden pistol from beneath the large desk. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”
The confident man rolled his eyes. “It was too easy. I have some business partners who wish to see you gone. Goodbye Samus.”

He stepped back and the automatic door opened, revealing six small humanoid aliens. The gray-skinned creatures slouched down and ran past the man. She took a shot at him, but it passed through and struck the wall. The man laughed as the hologram dispersed. She quickly jumped upon the desk, blasting one of the aliens in the shoulder and then the head. She took out two more with clean headshots before they were upon her.

One took her hand and yanked the pistol from her grasp, easily crushing it. Another grabbed her ankle and pulled her back to the ground. She tried to fight, but they were immensely strong, hastily dragging her to the ground. The last one pulled on her sleeve, ripping away one side of her jacket. They took hold of her arms and legs and carried her to the edge of the room. Her previous errant shot hit a water line and the hose was flopping against its restraints. One creature pulled it free and forced it into her mouth. They made foreign noises as they held her in place. Her ponytail whipped back and forth as she tried to evade the torrent of water, but the creature’s strength amazed her.

Breathing through her nose, she drank quickly, gulping down water with short pauses to take in another breath. After swallowing she only had a few seconds before her mouth refilled. Samus tried to plan an escape, but she couldn’t focus on anything but surviving the torture. The alien holding the hose pinched her nose and covered the gap around her mouth, blocking any water that seeped out. She had no choice but to drink as fast as she could. She chugged the water, and just as her breath ran out the creature withdrew the hose, blasting her coat with fluid. They growled as she shook, violently trying to break free.

Again the alien put the hose down her throat. She had to focus on breathing as they made her drink the high pressure water. They gave her another gap before the third round. She belched, feeling immensely full as the trio hoisted her upright. Her dress uniform was tight around the midsection and her leggings were ripped in multiple spots. They gave her another drink, this time going longer. She sputtered and felt like she might throw up, but they continued. They forced her to drink again and again. The buttons on her coat shot off, clacking against the metal floor. Her white blouse stretched and soon those buttons launched off one by one.

Her toned midsection was now heavily inflated, roiling with the airy water as more pushed inside. Her stomach pushed her skirt low as they forced her to stand. Her belly hung with a painful amount of fluid and her bra was sopping wet. The creatures rubbed their clawed hands along her soft skin, ripping away the remaining clothes as they touched her. Her full chest sprang free and her golden bush was fully exposed. The stubbornly proud bounty hunter hated being fondled by the unknown aliens, and she still kept an air of dignity in spite of her huge stomach. She appeared to be hugely pregnant, her exceptional breasts appearing fuller as they rested upon the bulging belly. Her eyes still had a noticeable fire, as she was surely still planning an escape.

The being gave her one final drink before he brought the hose lower. She gasped and coughed, getting all the oxygen she could. They parted her legs, lifting her into the air with ease. Spreading her wide, it slipped the broken, still gushing hose up her ass. Samus screamed in a high tone, holding the small creature’s shoulders to balance herself. The two on the sides used one hand to support her ass and another to rub her belly. They flaunted their unnatural strength, using minimal effort to hold her heavy frame. The one between her legs rubbed one of its claws along her blonde pussy, causing her to jerk away with agitation.

She was able to keep composure as the water erupted inside her. There was no respite now, however, and the sheer amount of fluid made her stomach wobble as she shifted. Knowing her time was fleeting, Samus kicked forward, striking two of them in one motion. Her support fell, causing her inflated body to roll atop the alien. She took another’s leg and pushed it backward, dropping it easily. She brought an elbow down on its head and quickly focused on the last one, driving her widened knee into its abdomen. They were strong, but very fragile when hit in certain areas.

She made sure they were out of commission before she pulled the hose out, showing a small amount of embarrassment and unease. The water hose slithered along the smooth floor, blasting water wildly. She got up with determination and edged her way out into the hallway. Samus was immense, walking her inflated body slowly. Torn leggings were all that remained on the bulky woman. Her arms were stuck pointing outward and her legs couldn’t close due to her size. Her curvy figure was even more so, with full breasts draped over a tight, full belly. Her ass had grown wide and springy, jiggling as she waddled along. Stubborn as she was, she did not want to humiliate herself by releasing the fluid here.

A man turned the corner, frozen in surprise. His eyes were glued to her expanded frame. She let out a deep sigh, irritated as he watched her chest rise and fall. She continued on, ignoring the transfixed man as he watched her shuffling along. Her ass rolled and shifted with each step, and only when she went into the washroom did the man snap out of it, continuing down the hall with bulging pants and a goofy grin. The scene faded as the bloated woman stumbled to the lavatory, grunting with complaint as she hugged the wall.

MOBA 6 – Sylvanas

Standard

“The battle is almost finished.” The undead night elf sat in the tree straddling the thick branch. Still burdened by her last battle, she watched the remaining fighters, prowling at the edges of the center field. Including her, five remained, and all were trying to play it smart. They watched their minions battling from four directions. The center lane was a death trap, but all of them were ready to end this.

The Drow ranger, Traxex pulled back, stumbling upon an obscured altar nearby. A dazzling light appeared briefly, and a short man wearing a large contraption on his shoulders appeared, giving her thumbs up. The large weapons hanging above him bounced as he trotted ahead. He paused before continuing in the direction of the blue goddess from Smite’s team.

She noticed him and moved out from the tree line, prepared to defend herself. She grunted angrily as she leapt forward, bringing her swords upon the tiny man. She slashed wildly, but in spite of her efforts he spoke out before he fell. “They’ll fill you up!” He called as a number of small robots charged her.

The four-armed goddess held her ground as they encircled her. She lashed out, but they moved too erratically. One launched a hose that snaked beneath her loincloth. It moved away and Kali gasped as the hose nestled in her rump. She dropped her off-hand’s spear and tried to pull it free as she spun around, slashing at the hose. It spread out inside her, only causing pain as she pulled, and her slash made a loud noise as it slid off of the steel cable.

Another robot inserted a hose and another after that. Soon she had ten separate tubes leading into her ass and they all pulled from different directions, making her unable to get close enough to land a strike on the robots themselves. She dropped incense, but they were too far back to be stunned. She wildly slashed as bulges ran along each tube. They were timed in sequence and slipped into her all at once, causing the blue-skinned goddess to stumble forward, stunned by the feeling. “It’s air!” She was horrified to see many more bulges coming toward her.

Kali turned her gaze to the white-haired drow who had brought this fate upon her. Using all of her might, the goddess leapt into the air and ran ahead, towing the small robots behind her. The bots rolled along, unable to regain their traction – however they still continued pumping. Countless bugles breached her backside as she charged. She drew back to cut the ranger when she released a gust, blowing Kali backwards and silencing her temporarily.

The drow ranger followed up with a frost arrow, slowing the deva and allowing the robots to find their footing. The blue woman dropped her lantern and gripped her growing belly with her two lower hands. She tried to pull ahead, but the robots all pulled the opposite direction. Small bulges continued down the lines, filling her more and more as she went to her knees. The ranger’s arrows rained upon her as well, making her blue breasts swell and spill over her limited clothing. A final, larger bulge appeared at the beginning of the hoses, moving at a faster pace.

Kali let out a warcry as she charged again with renewed vigor. A red haze appeared around her as magical blades repeatedly struck the archer and the robots. She dashed ahead, marking and attacking the startled drow. The robots fell apart, but the air was already gathered behind her. The swollen sections of hose went small as the air forced inside. Kali took it all at once, using the pain to increase her frenzy. Her belly was huge, bouncing as she cut at the ranger. Her enemy tried to run, but the goddess stayed at her side. Kali was no longer burdened by the robots and her awkward stomach didn’t slow her either.

Traxex was halted by a wave of dark, ghostly figures flying toward her. They passed through her, leaving her butt swollen and her legs thicker. She turned back to see Kali’s blades coming down as a thick-bodied, and unclothed Sylvanas appeared behind her. Both women targeted the Drow Ranger, causing her to bulge all over. She brought up her bow to fire, but Kali split it in two, leaving her defenseless. She stumbled onto her cushy rear, taking the non-lethal blows as she grimaced and swelled. Her curves crawled outward as she fell to her back.

A ball of green energy shot out, passing through Sylvanas, and boomeranged back into the woods. Ahri jumped out with unexpected grace, as she was large and mostly naked, her nine tails dancing behind her. The undead night elf turned to the new threat, releasing a volley as she approached. Ahri was still limber, able to dodge most of the arrows as she closed the distance.

Without warning, they all froze in place. The announcer laughed at their confusion. “So, we decided to make this finale a little… grander. We are going to bring in a few of the stronger beasts to finish some of you off.” He laughed again, this time it was far more sinister. “To start off, Roshan is making an unusual trip out of his pit!”

The armored beast stomped ahead, clearing a path as he emerged from the woods. His massive fist pounded the ground as he roared, showing his countless teeth. Standing just above the tree line, the horned monster’s gaze fell upon Ahri and he scooped her up with little effort. The beast was fast and strong, retreating back to his lair. Sylvanas was curious and the others had scattered, so she followed the captured fox. Watching them from the pit’s entrance, Sylvanas found a spot in the shadows.

Ahri struggled as the monster turned her over and prodded his pointed cock between her forcibly spread legs. Once he found her warmth, the monster slid in, pumping her fiercely. Ahri made all manner of sounds as she desperately clawed upon the damp, muddy floor. Her tails waved as the creature pounded the poor girl, and it was already about to finish. The monster slammed his fist upon the ground, stunning her as he let her go to gain a better angle. Her expanded ass flattened as Roshan pressed in, fully impaling her on his massive shaft. The disoriented girl’s belly ballooned beneath her in three close-spaced spasms. Completely filled, her cheeks puffed out before his seed shot onto the ground. There was a small hesitation as the beast slid the limp woman off and allowed her to drain the excess before he put her back into place and started again.

“Ahri is incapacitated! The League of Legend’s team is out!”
Sylvanas left the woman to her fate, moving her full frame cautiously up the riverbank. The ground shook as she ran ahead. She could see a huge creature in the distance. With horns and outstretched wings, the dark skinned monster’s face was obscured beneath a hood. She could see the towering demon swiping at the ground, toppling swaths of trees as it moved. She found a safe spot and watched the Drow Ranger running for her life, launching arrows as she tried to outmaneuver the monstrosity.

Sylvanas made haste, running to intercept her. Smiling, she blocked the frantic woman and controlled her mind. She commanded the girl to strip and spin around. Her light blue eyes calmed as she undid her ill-fitting armor and let it fall. She also removed her hood and cape, allowing her snow-colored hair to fall upon her lavender shoulders. Wearing only gauntlets and chausses, she stood exposed. Sylvanas enjoyed the woman’s beauty, eying her dark, pronounced nipples and trimmed white bush. Her backside bounced pleasantly as she walked toward the approaching giant.

The demon paused, reaching out carefully with his black claws, easily taking her in one hand. The mind control broke, and the drow shrieked in terror. She flailed her arms and kicked her legs wildly. A handful of his demonic minions approached and stood by his feet as he inspected his new toy. “Remove your armor.” The otherworldly creature boomed, turning only slightly to regard them. The misshapen creatures shed their spiked armor hastily. Beleth took hold of one of the smaller minions with his off hand, letting out a low, rumbling laugh.

He put the pale-skinned beast below her and brought him up, parting her legs with his fingers as he directed the demon inside. The creature used its hands to spread her apart and pressed his pointed head into her loins. Her screams hushed as Beleth moved, forcing the monster slowly inside of her. Traxex’s belly puffed out as she watched, and Beleth moved enough fingers to show her shame while still keeping hold. “I will make you fat with my offspring.” He gave another slow laugh.

He took another minion and pushed it in effortlessly. Sylvanas watched the forced encounter, uncertain if the creatures survived the insertion. He continued, still holding her legs apart with his large fingers. Grabbing one of the larger monsters this time, he crammed it up her surprisingly pliable lower opening. Traxex gripped the massive demon’s fingers tightly, grimacing as he put another in. Her stomach hung heavily, drooping far below his palm. He took the final, largest monster in his grasp, attempting to fit him inside.

After a few failed attempts, the immortal scoffed angrily and rammed him in with immense force. Traxex was unable to be actually hurt, so her pussy stretched unnaturally wide, swallowing the beefy demon in an instant. Her belly hung, burdened and shaking as some of the monsters moved inside her. The hooded demon smiled, rocking his plaything as he watched, her low hanging midsection swaying like a pendulum. He laughed heartily as he reached up and pinched her stomach, surely crushing all of the occupants.

The immortal launched her aside, sending the Drow Ranger to roll upon her swollen stomach, coming to rest in a nearby path in the forest. She was unable to move, resting entirely upon her impressively distended stomach, her legs dangling uselessly above the ground. Dire wolves slowly emerged from the shadows, their heads low and cautious. They sniffed for a time before they moved behind her, going to their haunches to get between her parted legs. The alpha male licked her furiously, obviously smelling the morsels inside.

“And another bad end for a participant; The DOTA 2 team is out!” The announcement paused. The Drow Ranger held her hanging breasts, her lip trembling, as she clearly enjoyed the wolf’s tongue. “Well, maybe it’s a good end for her.”

The immortal demon stomped away, no longer caring about her fate. “They only take out one before they go. I can still win this.” Sylvanas said to herself as she set out to find the remaining two women. She didn’t have to go far, finding Kali mostly avoiding acid attacks from a towering worm like monster. Baron Nashor crawled closer, chasing the unprepared goddess in the shallow river. Her clothes and weapons had melted away and it only seemed a matter of time until the monster would get hold of her.

Suddenly a large spine shot up from below the water’s surface and knocked her backward. Kali sat frozen in the pool. The monster roared as it approached, the ground shaking all around her. Kali looked down as a tentacle burst through the water and nimbly moved between her parted legs. She balled her fists and leaned forward in agony, her expressions showing her unseen invasion. Her eyes grew wide and she opened her mouth, revealing the tip of the tentacle as it waved in the air in front of her.

Baron Nashor was upon her now. The tentacle slipped back down her throat and she cried out as it raised her, coiling inside to keep her in place. It raised Kali high to the beasts open maw. It’s smaller heads moved out, watching her from either side. The monster calmed as it moved in, acid dripping from its fangs. Kali couldn’t stifle a scream as the beast drew close and used its mandibles to spread her jaw wide. Baron Nashor launched large blobs of acid into her open mouth. It roared again, the sheer force of its breath forcing the goop down her throat. It repeated the process three more times, making sure she swallowed every drop before it finally let her fall to the ground.

Kali crawled upon her hands and knees, inflating in waves as the acid damaged her from the inside. Her huge, spherical breasts rocked, her belly drug upon the ground, and her ass wobbled. Her arms and legs swelled too, and soon she was puffed out in an ungainly manner. She fell to her side, still expanding in pulses, outstretching her arms as the monster left her to grow.

“Smite team has been eliminated – Heroes of the Storm lasted until the end! But… We have to decide on a clear winner now.”

Sylvanas wondered where her so-called ally had been during all of this. She found the final boss patrolling a top lane. The fire giant roamed, searching for either of the remaining competitors to snuff them out. She was about to move away when a hunter’s mark appeared above her, signaling the giant to her presence. Sylvanas ran clumsily, attempting to locate the hidden night elf before she was caught.

Tyrande revealed herself on the opposite side of the lane, waving as she grinned. She was slightly larger than last they had met, barely fitting in her armor. “Fool.” Sylvanas muttered as she sent a wave of banshees ahead, using them to teleport behind the towering monster. She lobbed a stunning potion at Tyrande’s feet as she trotted past. “Good luck!” Sylvanas spoke spitefully and left her to the approaching giant. He plucked her from the trees, pleased at his captive.

He shook her just enough to halt her struggling. His braided copper beard and hair sat messily upon his burly chest. The giant dropped his sword and reached his flaming hands into the ground, snatching a rounded boulder from beneath the surface. It caught fire instantly and he wasted no time in pushing it painfully into the woman’s lower opening. Her armor gave way, falling to the ground as the object stretched her. The giant grabbed another and repeated the process, forcing her stomach outward as he rammed it in entirely.

Sylvanas watched from a shorter distance this time, assured of her victory. “How many do you think you can take, priestess?”
“You think I am finished?” She laughed, getting a few pitches higher as the third boulder breached her. The giant unclasped his loincloth and showed his glowing red cock. He held her legs apart, letting her upper half hang as he put his yard length shaft between her smooth posterior. His cock was not outlandishly thick, but it ran from her ass to her neck as he hoisted her midsection. She sneered at it’s heat, and both girls knew what was coming.

“I think you are!” Sylvanas called as the beast drew back and pushed the tip in.
“Elune help me!” Tyrande wailed. He raised her higher and released his hold, allowing the boulders in her belly to pull her down upon his cock. Her ass stretched, slowly engulfing the lengthy shaft. He shifted from time to time, working it deeper into her bowels. She had already taken most of it, leaving her pussy to glisten with unwelcome excitement. The monstrous man grumbled as he took her thighs and pushed her lower, making the entire cock vanish between them.

He went to his knees, setting her upon the ground as he fucked her from above. Her weighted belly kept her in place as he rammed her ass. Tyrande was growing very slowly due to the fire damage, but that was going to change quickly. Sylvanas crept around the couple, moving behind the giant and shooting an arrow into his red-hot balls. As expected, the arrow deflected against his stony, molten skin, however, it did excite him. He increased the pace, fucking her like a wild stallion.

Sylvanas walked in front of them, seeing Tyrande’s pained face as she took the ridiculously oversized lover. Tyrande’s gasped and grunted as airy noises escaped her gaping asshole. “You’re not recovering from this.”

The giant drove in hard, blasting the woman full of glowing magma, causing her belly to distend and her skin to brighten. She was inflating all over as the damage came from within, her stomach rolled to the sides and her frame swelled, making her look grossly overweight in less than a minute. The mighty giant pulled out of her ruined ass and left, content. Without his weight keeping her in place, Tyrande’s purple stomach lifted her higher, making her roll and wobble before coming to a balancing point.

Tyrande laughed at an unknown joke, her swollen frame rocking as she watched, immobile upon her enormous stomach. “You see this?” She raised her fat hand, showing a glowing object in her palm.

Sylvanas’ mouth hung as the announcer confirmed her fear. “Remember when I said there was no coming back once a player was out? I forgot to mention that there are a couple of exceptions…”
“Tyrande soloed Roshan.” The undead elf muttered as she cast her eyes low with disbelief. “That’s where you were.”

A brilliant flash appeared, leaving no trace of Tyrande. Sylvanas searched the area, but nothing seemed unusual. A light-green glimmer caught her eye as a wisp flew toward her and slipped between her thick bluish legs with amazing speed. She only felt a small tingle as it went inside. She stumbled, unsure of how to react.

“D-don’t…”

She lurched forward as her stomach surged outward. Tyrande had respawned inside her. Sylvanas found balance, bending forward and pushing against her knees, her full abdomen resting upon the grass. The woman inside thrashed, causing her to tip backwards and land flat on her back. “You haven’t won yet!” She fought to arise in spite of the burdensome weight.

A roar came as the ground shook more and more. Sylvanas froze as she spied Roshan coming toward her. “Oh, looks like he respawned!” Tyrande spoke from inside her. “Looks like I might win after all.”
Sylvanas struck her stomach. “You fool! He’ll crush you in there! You’ve doomed us both.”
“We can’t die, remember? I just have to make sure he goes in your ass and slip out then.”

The monster grabbed her leg, dragging the undead night elf back to its lair. As expected, it stabbed its large cock in between her legs, searching for an opening. Physically beaten, Sylvanas used her mind control one final time. She couldn’t control the beast, but it allowed her to nudge his mind to her whim. She tensed her muscles and pushed, trying to move the intruder out with great effort. Finding her spread hole, he parted her easily, slipping in and stopping as he hit the woman inside. Tyrande screamed, caught off guard by the monster’s power. It pressed in and pulled out again and again, stopping as it struck the unwelcome occupant.

Frustrated, the beast shook his hips, moving his cock inside her. He drove in hard and this time his cock moved in fully and smoothly. Tyrande pushed out in all directions, wailing loudly as the monster fucked them. “He’s in me!” She squirmed as he pounded.
“I’m not letting you win.” Sylvanas spoke coldly, relaxing and ignoring the painfully large cock pushing into both of them.

Roshan pumped them angrily for a short time before he snorted and jumped forward. He released his seed, causing the already huge ranger to swell to obscene proportions. She grew outward and upward, filling to the brim as the liquid poured out of the girl inside her. Both were fat with the beast’s seed, unable to escape as he started going again.

“Nobody wins!” The announcer called. “Except the people watching… and Roshan, evidently. I guess this shows you that all of the games match up if you play them correctly.” Roshan howled as he lay upon the mound of purple flesh, still pumping furiously.

Comeuppance

Standard

Still sore, Lilly took some aspirin before heading back to bed for an extra few hours. It was midafternoon when the knock came. She lumbered to the door to see Katja waiting for her. “Come, you are to see something.” Lilly stumbled into the bathroom, smoothed her wild hair, and brushed her teeth before following. Katja brought her down the hall and into an open room where most of the other girls sat watching Gina, who was trapped in a newly constructed pillory. Her head and hands faced the crowd as Traci waited behind her. A large black bucket was suspended from the ceiling with a chunk of translucent tubing running from the side. The hose had a simple twist valve that kept the water from spilling onto the ground as it hung.

Katja directed her to join Traci. Lilly stepped behind the trapped woman in the center of the room and the woman beside her gave a disinterested glance.
Traci huffed, presenting the end of the hose. “You get to do the honors.”

“She lost track of you yesterday and I want her to suffer for it.” The Master said from the edge of the room. “Maybe after this you will learn to follow my instructions, Gina.”
Lilly felt empathy for the trapped girl, but she knew the punishment was mild compared to some of The Master’s games. I might be pregnant because of her, why should I care if I cause her a little discomfort.

Lilly spread her ass and spit, rubbing the nozzle around until it was decently lubricated. The tattooed girl whimpered as she pushed the flared end into her ass. Turning the valve, Lilly walked away and took a seat. The girl’s expression showed discomfort as she wiggled her behind occasionally.

They all observed the girl’s torment, watching quietly as she tried to tolerate the flow of water entering her backside. Gina’s long face turned in agony as the design stretched upon her inflating tummy. She lifted a foot and shook her ass in a fruitless attempt to avert the building discomfort. The girls watched her twisting and moaning in agony for a long while. Her midsection drooping as she was held in place, bent forward and unable to stop the water pooling inside her. The other girls commented on her willpower, glad that none of them had found their way into such a predicament. Eventually, the bucket ran dry. Her belly had inflated to look about eight months pregnant, sagging as she was trapped in place.

Traci held a bulbous butt plug that was attached to a harness. “Plug her up.”

Lilly carefully removed the hose and hurriedly inserted the plug. Gina yelped and jumped as they affixed the straps. Traci put two restraints upon Gina’s wrists before she unlatched the pillory and allowed the pained girl to stand. Gina danced in agony, “Please, I’m so sorry! I will do anything else, just not this! I can’t hold it!”

The Master scoffed. “You aren’t sorry yet. This will teach you to be more responsible.”
Traci put a restraint around each of her upper thighs. She grabbed Gina’s arms, slapping the girl’s breast a few times to get her to stand still. A butler brought her a long formal brown maternity dress, which Traci guided over her expanded frame. It took a moment to align, but once in place there were two small holes cut by the thighs. This allowed Traci to attach her wrist cuffs to the restraints on her legs, forcing the girl to keep her hands at her sides. The brown straps blended well with her long sleeved dress, appearing to be part of the ensemble to the untrained eye.

Gina’s sad brown eyes revealed her immense torment. Traci led her away as The Master got their attention. “Everyone get dressed, we are having guests in thirty minutes.” Lilly followed the rest of the girls into the hall and they separated into their rooms to prepare for the visit from unknown clients. Lilly wore a plum colored ankle-length, strapless dress. She moved her breasts up as she fit into the snug attire, giving her a pleasant amount of cleavage. She applied subtle makeup and ventured upstairs to socialize. I am kind of glad we will see some visitors. I know they are just Johns, but it will be a nice to have some straightforward sex.

Gina stood against the wall as a plain looking middle-aged man talked about himself. Gina was barely hiding her discomfort as sweat glistened on her brow and she shifted uncomfortably. Her companion was oblivious, rambling about how much money he was making at his new job. He seemed to be undeterred by her dominant belly.

Moving to the next room, Julie and Traci both sat chatting with an even older man. He eyed her as Julie finished her story. The man smirked as he turned back and excused himself. He stood and approached Lilly with an intoxicating confidence. The man took her hand and planted a light kiss. “My name is Patrick; it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Lilly’s heart fluttered. I have never met someone so smooth – he makes a wonderful first impression. “I’m Lilly.” There was a moment of uncertainty as they both expected her to continue. I’m a real charmer, she thought sarcastically.
“It is a wonderful evening; perhaps I can take you on a walk before dinner?”
“I… I think we should stay here for the night.” He said we can’t leave the house, but maybe this could be an exception? “How do you know our host?”
“We are business partners. I visit a couple of times per year to check in.”
 
He is being intentionally vague. I bet he is a real freak behind closed doors. I have met men like him before. She knew his cool charm was too good to be true. Still, I have to keep him entertained. That is what separates the prostitutes from the escorts: the foreplay. They chatted for about a half an hour before the butler summoned them for dinner.

Patrick led Lilly into the dining room. The conceited man who shadowed Gina helped the swollen woman into her seat. That punishment is worse than I thought. How long is he going to make her hold it? Gina’s face showed her misery as she plopped into the chair. The man struggled to slide her into place. He moved her too much and pressed her stomach into the edge of the table, eliciting a sad moan from the pained woman. He apologized and sat beside her.

With a few girls absent, the rest sat with various men in suits sprinkled between them. The Master tapped his glass with a utensil. “I am pleased everyone was able to attend. I hope you all enjoy this meal as well as the following desserts.” He smiled at the various ladies. “My only request is that you assist me with a little problem before you engage with your chosen company this evening.”

That sounds foreboding. The man sat and everyone started eating. The main dish was grilled Mahi-mahi and some interesting looking side dishes. Lilly had to build up courage to try some, but they all tasted wonderful. She couldn’t help stealing glances from Gina, who sat prodding at her food from across the table. Her companion smiled and said something to her. She made no response and Lilly could see he was getting irritated.

The Master took another bite as he watched the couple. “Gina, our chefs spent a great deal of time for this meal, you need to eat more than that.” Gina nodded to him and looked at her plate. She stabbed a bite of fish and placed it in her mouth, chewing with mild disgust. She had an audience by this point, and The Master shook his head. “Perhaps some wine would help? Owen, help her, please.”
Owen, the man next to her, took her cup of wine and brought it to her lips. She shook her head, but still gulped down some of the greenish-yellow wine. She coughed as he raised the base of the glass, forcing her drink even more. He brought the cup down as she recovered, looking frustrated.

“Gina is being punished today.” The Master said impassively. “She let one of our girls get man-handled by society. The girl is in no danger, but Gina needs discipline regardless.” He motioned to his butlers. He whispered a few phrases into the man’s ear before the servant led her away. “And that, my friends, is the problem we shall tackle after our dinner.”

They ate for a while longer, but Lilly could tell everyone was anxious, wondering what would befall Gina. Lilly excused herself to use the bathroom. Patrick bowed his head with acceptance as she made her way downstairs, hearing a noise beyond the door at the end of the hall. The butler that accompanied Gina exited and closed the door, heading upstairs. Lilly’s heart skipped a beat as she approached the closed door, knowing she should just leave the poor girl to her fate.

Instead, she eased the door open and stepped into the room. Gina sat in the center, still wearing her long brown dress with her wrists restrained to her thighs. Now, however, those bonds were also linked to some hooks upon the chair. She also wore a leather wraparound open-mouth gag with a small lock on the side. Two connected stainless steel rings forced her to keep her mouth spread open. The woman groaned, looking despondent.

Lilly stepped closer, putting a hand on Gina’s taught belly. She could feel the warmth of her skin from the beneath the layered chiffon dress. Gina spoke sloppily through the restraint. “You have to help me. Take this off, please! I can’t take any more!” Nearly weeping as she begged.
“I can’t, he will be back any moment and he will notice if you’re gone.”
“Please, please, please! I will do anything for you if you just free my hand, that’s all I’m asking!”

Lilly licked her lips nervously, looking for any unseen witness or camera. Once confident they were alone, she reached down and unclasped the bond on Gina’s right hand. The girl frantically worked her hand free and set to unlatching the hooks from the chair. She held her belly as she trotted clumsily to the door. She stopped with a loud gasp as footsteps approached. She searched for another escape, panicked as the door opened. The man’s chiseled face allowed a slight smile. “You aren’t finished quite yet, my dear.” He turned to the man behind him. The butler directed her back to the seat and reattached her bindings.

Gina groveled, begging the man to let her go to the restroom. Of course, he ignored her. The Master walked to Lilly, rubbing his thumb along her cheek. “She could have gotten you hurt or worse. You should not have tried to help her, now you only made her punishment more severe.” The men and women from upstairs stood watching in near silence.

The woman attached to the sturdy wooden chair trembled. She was a pitiful sight as she tried to talk with her mouth held open. “I learned my lesson, I will be more careful next time!” Drool glistened on the edge of the gag.
The Master shook his head. “I believe you, but now I’m using you as an example.” He waved another butler to retrieve a small rolling cart from the edge of the room. The servant removed the cloth to reveal a rubber ball, a strip of leather, a large transparent funnel with connected tube, and a quart carton of heavy whipping cream.

“Lilly, you are to do the honors.” The man in charge commanded, pointing to the funnel and then the carton. She looked around, seeing the other girls and their companions watching with varying levels of interest. Gina gave an exaggerated shake of her head with a pleading expression. Lilly begrudgingly took the funnel and put the end of the hose into the girl’s open mouth. It fit into the rings snugly as she took the open carton of cream and held it with her off hand. At his command, Taryn came behind the woman in the chair and held her head steady.

Lilly knew what she had to do. “I’m sorry, Gina.” She poured the thick white substance into the clear funnel and watched it slide down the tube and into Gina’s mouth. She tried to turn away, but Taryn kept her in place, tilting her head up to allow the cream to collect in her mouth. There was a small gap, allowing air to continually force more downward. Gina, however, refused to swallow as her cheeks bulged out.

“If you spill a drop then I will make you drink twice as much!” The Master said sternly.

Nearly to overflow, Gina finally gulped it down; she clenched her eyes as she continued swallowing the thick substance. Lilly paused until she finished what was already in the tube, allowing the woman to catch her breath. Taryn gave her an urging look. Lilly lifted the carton once again, splashing more cream into the funnel. She continued, with a few pauses and many frantic motions from the victim, until the entire container was empty. She withdrew the funnel’s hose and Gina wretched, her whole body convulsed and it looked as if she might vomit.

Taryn snatched the ball from the table and fit it into Gina’s gag. She grabbed the strip of leather and hastily affixed it over the open section of her mouth, creating a seal so nothing could come back up. At least, nothing can come out. Lilly stepped away and decided to rejoin the crowd. The Master put a hand on the heavily inflated woman’s shoulder as he spoke. “This will be a lasting reminder for her to be careful. Now, I shall open bids for some time with her before she empties.”

“Four thousand.”
“Six thousand!”
“Seven!”
Patrick smiled as he glanced to Lilly. “Eleven thousand for her and the one in purple.” He watched, and no one countered.
“Very well, he gets a package deal.” The others murmured for a short time before The Master continued. “Now you all shall take your ladies to their rooms to leave this trio to their fun!” He followed them out.

The butler unhooked Gina from the chair; Patrick and Lilly helped the rotund woman through the hall and into her room. The woman appeared distant as she sat upon her king sized bed. The man flipped her dress up to see the harness holding the plug in her ass. With her legs apart, it left her glistening pussy exposed. He brushed his fingertip over her privates and enjoyed how she squirmed.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I couldn’t pass up such an… interesting opportunity.”
“You like them big, don’t you?” Lilly asked playfully. I have to make his experience enjoyable, but I bet he will finish pretty quickly. I just hope Gina can last. Lilly stroked the crotch of the man’s pants. “What turns you on?” She was far more confident in the bedroom, she realized.

Patrick moved her arms up and removed her dress, pleased that she was naked beneath. He unbuttoned his shirt as he directed her. “Give her a good lick, but don’t you dare let her cum.”

Lilly used all her strength to slide the burdened woman to the edge of the bed. Kneeling, she gave the girl a few quick licks. I’m afraid she’s going to cum as soon as I start. The man undressed behind them as he waited for a show. Lilly decided to prolong the experience as she started probing Gina’s pussy. She shook Gina’s filled belly, causing the girl to grumble as she was being pleasured. Gina pushed her hips upward as the pain subsided.

Lilly stood and put a hand in the center of her friend’s fleshy midsection, pressing downward forcefully. Gina gave muted screams from behind the gag, shaking her whole body in an attempt to diffuse the pain. Lilly was about to go to her knees once again when the man edged her aside. “My turn.” He lifted her legs, with her arms still trapped at her sides. The man slipped himself inside, pushing his weight down upon her as he bottomed out. He rolled her backward, causing her hips to push up against him. Gina struggled to break free, but it was fruitless. The man slammed her with no regard, ignoring her obvious torment.

He lifted her hips higher, nearly standing above her on the bed as he drove his cock down and into her. He reached down and removed the covering from her gag, allowing her to speak somewhat. Gina was past using words, however, screaming with each thrust and thrashing her restrained hands wildly as he pumped her from above. It looked awkward, the older man squishing the heavily inflated girl in the tight dress. She gave pained whimpers, grunting in extreme agony as he gave one final hard thrust. He pulled out and let her fall onto the bed, bouncing slightly as her legs straightened. The man stroked himself as he went to a knee and launched streams of hot jizz onto her face.

Gina couldn’t fight back as the man inserted his cock into her open mouth, shooting the last few loads down her throat. Lilly felt bad for the girl as he held in place, buried in her mouth until he was finished. She gagged as he withdrew. “That was fun.” He tucked his limp cock away as he stepped down to the floor. He marveled at the immense woman lying spread, coughing upon the bed. He patted the restrained girl’s knee. “If you make her cum then you can empty out, deal?” She lay motionless, finally recovered from the coughing fit. The man angrily jabbed two fingers against the harness over her ass. Gina jerked away in an instant, vehemently agreeing due to the pain.

Patrick ushered Lilly onto the bed. “Clean her up first.” Lilly made a show of licking the man’s seed from Gina’s cheek and swallowing it. The man watched as he sat on the adjacent sofa. She traced her tongue along the disjointed woman’s face, lapping up every spot of the sticky substance.
“All gone.” Lilly could see Gina was now expressionless, devoid of any pain or anguish. A few remaining tears streamed from her empty eyes. That’s not good at all.
The man smiled. “Good, now sit on her face. Bring her back to the fun.”

Sighing sadly, Lilly lowered herself onto the swollen woman’s open mouth. Gina made no attempt to please her, so Lilly went even lower spreading her legs until she was smothering the poor girl. Gina clicked back to reality, thrusting her hips up in an attempt to wriggle free. Lilly lost her balance and fell forward onto the woman’s mountainous belly. Gina wailed, startling Lilly as she frantically shot upward. The woman in brown had a new sense of urgency, giving short, quick gasps as she furiously darted her tongue in Lilly’s pussy.

Leaning forward with care, Lilly found a spot where minimal weight was on the distended belly, resting her head on the pleasantly warm stomach. She found comfort as she felt orgasm coming. Lilly held the girl’s ass as she moved her own hips, feeling the girl’s extended tongue brushing her button.

The man, aroused again, approached hastily. His dick was hard and ready as he jammed it into the unsuspecting woman’s opening. Putting his hands on her sides, Lilly was already at the point of no return, pushing her hips lower to muffle the restrained woman’s screams. He forced her downward onto the girl’s belly and fucked her wildly. Lilly’s orgasm came as the man pumped the bottom girl faster. He lasted only a few seconds, pulling out to shoot his load into Lilly’s mouth and Gina’s trimmed mound.

There was a long pause before the man unclipped Gina’s hand restraints and went back to the couch. Lilly rolled aside as the inflated girl lazily lifted her burdened frame. Lilly spun around and promptly assisted her, leading her with slow, calculated steps toward the bathroom. Her hefty stomach swayed as they went in and closed the door. Fumbling with the harness around her waist, Lilly held the edge of the butt-plug as the girl readied herself to sit upon the toilet. “Do it… please…” It was one of the saddest things Lilly ever heard. She popped the toy free and washed her hands as the girl gave tormented cries, releasing unreal amounts of water.

Back in the room, Patrick sat leisurely. “Come, sit with me until she comes out.”
“I don’t think she can handle any more tonight.”
He smiled. “I think you’re right, but I want to make sure she’s okay before I bring you back to your room. That was quite the punishment for her.”
Lilly nodded, leaning against the man as he casually rubbed her breast. Deep down he does care. Lilly nuzzled against the older man’s chest.

Harley’s Party

Standard

“Thanks for the gift, Mr. J! I’ll take care of little miss bat-brain for you!” Harley glowed as she watched the Joker upon the monitor. He was leaning out of the car, firing wildly as it swerved around a corner.

“Be sure that you do, sweet-ums! I can only keep the Bat entertained for so long!” He moved the phone into the car to watch one of his henchmen behind the wheel, who kept glancing over nervously. “It’s even harder with help like this!” The Joker held his revolver to the man’s head. “Go faster you numb-skull! He’s only chasing us with a tank!” His characteristic laugh was the last thing Harley heard as the call ended.

“He’s such a doll. He told me to throw you a party! Isn’t that thoughtful?”

Barbara Gordon struggled against the rope wound around her midsection. Joker’s thugs got a lucky hit in and had tied her to a short, heavy wooden table. She couldn’t come close to breaking it, she knew. Harley removed her mask, allowing her red hair to hang freely upon the ground. Barbara’s defiant green eyes watched the showy clown princess. “Barbara Gordon? Ha! Ain’t that a laugh!”

“You don’t have long. Robin is probably already watching us.”

Harley stepped behind the subdued heroine and yanked her tight-fitting boots and pants off. Barbara struggled fruitlessly. Her firm rump elevated as her face pressed against the wood. “Maybe your crush will enjoy the show then!” Harley’s dyed pigtails bounced as she shook her head. “Or maybe little Robin is off dealing with a cat burglar. Oh, wait, was I supposed to keep that secret? I can never tell who Selina is with these days.” She laughed.

“Oh, I’m just kiddin’! We both know Robin is just too goody-two-shoes for that kind of thing.” Harley grabbed a small ball from her pocket. “Now, about this party we’re having – I’ve got the perfect way to start!” She licked the ball and placed it between Barbara’s exposed cheeks. She grabbed her wooden baseball bat and wound up dramatically for the swing. She tapped it right on the spot, forcing the wet ball into Batgirl’s ass.

Barbara yelped and squirmed. The pain just subsided as Harley planted another semi-damp ball between her pliable ass-cheeks. She swung again, knocking a second ball into the helpless hero. “Little batsy having a hard time? Well, might as well try for three!” She put a third in place and turned the baseball bat, using the large end to force the sphere into the screaming woman.

Harley danced in front of a grunting Barbara. “You think that’s bad?” She spoke sweetly before angrily yelling the rest. “Wait until you get a load of this!” She pulled out a detonator switch and made a show of pressing the button. Barbara felt three sequential pops in her bowels. Her belly bulged in time with the blasts. Harley laughed manically as Barbara struggled, her belly now swollen outward. “You’ll be farting confetti for a month!”

The door slammed open. “Everything okay, boss?”
“Of course it is, you idiot!” Harley was about to berate the goon, instead she gave a thoughtful look to Batgirl. “Actually, you two got here just in time. I think she was getting lonely. You can’t have a party with just two.” The two thugs closed the door and stepped in, grinning from ear to ear. They both stared at the partially clothed, unmasked woman tied to a table.

“Take off your pants, you hornballs! You ain’t getting’ me, but you can imagine it as you plow her!”

Trotting to a nearby table, Harley pulled away a sheet to reveal a cake, a bowl of fizzy cola, and two wrapped presents. “Who wants some cake?” Harley held the confection in front of her victim. She grabbed a handful of the generic chocolate cake and stuffed it against Barbara’s closed mouth. “Eat up or I will get upset!” Harley forced a second handful mostly into her mouth this time.  “You can have your cake and eat it too!” She happily continued force-feeding the hero.

“No more.” Barbara managed to mumble in between bites.
“Aww, so humble. It’s okay, you’re kind of skinny.“ She grabbed the last big glob of cake and pushed it into Batgirl’s mouth.  “Isn’t that yummy?”

The goons stood behind her, naked from the waist down. They moved closer. “Not so fast, there are still presents to open!”  Harley grabbed a handful of napkins to clean the girl’s face. “Care for something to drink?” Barbara shook her head. “Oh well, your loss.” She opened the larger present. It was a large plastic syringe. “You know what this is, batsy?”

Harley proceeded to place the tip into the bowl of cola and drew the handle upward. “Looks like you’re going to get some pop after all!” Once it was full, she carried it over and wiggled the tip into her ass. Her victim kicked and struggled, but the henchmen easily held her legs apart. Barbara felt the end slip in and then a blast of ice-cold fluid poured into her rectum. “I bet you didn’t expect to get popped like this, eh bats?” Harley guffawed. She had one of her henchmen bring the bowl closer and set it behind her. “You were pretty hungry, so I’m sure you’ll want most of this to wash it down!” She shrugged. “Wash it up? I dunno how this is going to work.” She cackled.

Barbara felt another blast of chilly fluid go into her ass. She grumbled and struggled, but she was unable to break free. Another load pushed inside. Barbara’s belly audibly detested the unwelcome dose. The fourth hurt immensely as Harley forced it in. “Looks like she’s at her limit. There is so much left… Might as well go for one more drink!” Barbara wiggled her ass in a fruitless attempt to evade the enema. She screeched, begrudgingly accepting the liquid. Once the tip came free she involuntarily let some out. Batgirl whimpered as she fought to retain the rest.

“Aw, what a sight.” Harley allowed her to struggle for a short time before hitting one of the brutes on the shoulder. “Well, what are ya waiting for? Plug her up!”

One of the goons moved behind her and carefully placed the tip of his cock against her pinched asshole. He pressed in as the victim yelped and groaned. Halfway in, he paused. “Wait, what’s the other present, boss?”

“Good question!” Harley ripped open the tiny package to reveal a large, bulbous butt plug. “Looks like she had a plug after all… Oh well!” She came closer and bent down to look Barbara in the eyes. “How you doin’, party animal?”

“Go to hell, Harleen!”
“She’s got quite a mouth! I think you should plug that up!” The second goon moved in front of her and grabbed a tuft of her hair, enticing her to open her mouth and let him inside. The man behind her had been easing his way in slowly, and he was now balls deep.

Batgirl couldn’t imagine herself in such a predicament, huffing as the ruffian used his cock to seal her ass. He began a slow rhythm, allowing her backside to retain most of the fluid. The man in front pressed in without prompt. He slid past her tonsils quickly. She wretched and turned, sputtering and coughing. He jerked her hair and he started again, sliding his notably large, thick cock down her throat. She choked it down unwillingly. He moved carefully, which allowed her to accept it entirely.

Harleen made a showy gesture. “Look at that bulge! She’s taking every inch of it!”

The man behind her drew back and slammed his shaft up her filled ass. Barbara gagged on the cock in her mouth, unable to get away from the painful intruder in her backside.

“I ain’t gonna last long, boss.” The burly man spoke defeatedly.
“What do I care? Pop it in her ass, I’m sure she won’t mind, right bats?” She choked again in response. Harley crawled atop the victim and sat open legged upon her back. She spread Batgirl’s ass as the henchmen increased his speed. Barbara felt every inch sliding in her ass, stirring up the carbonated drink in her belly. The man who used her mouth increased pace as well. Harley glanced over her shoulder, smiling.

“You boys can just imagine that you’re railing me down here.” Harley leaned forward, lying upon the restrained heroine. She looked up to the man fucking Barbara’s ass as she held it open. “Just imagine that you’re slipping in and out of my tight little behind. Your hard cocks exploring my warm nooks and crannies.” Harley’s firm ass showing to the other man from beneath her contour hugging latex suit. He could see her skin-tight red and black leggings.

Both men weren’t holding back at this point. They slammed Barbara relentlessly until they both reached climax, one after the other. “There ya go! Fill the bat! Teach her a lesson!” Harley wiggled her behind atop the subdued girl. “Doesn’t that feel good, havin a bunch of spunk comin in from both directions?” She jumped up and spanked Barbara’s supple rump. The girl only managed a gargling noise as the goon’s cock still blocked her throat, forcing seed into her belly. “I think she likes it!”

Harley stepped aside and grabbed the butt plug from the table. “I guess we do need this after all!” She danced closer and shoved the henchman behind Barbara away. Harley quickly pressed a long object into her sticky butthole before following it with the pear shaped butt plug. The man in front slid his cock out and stepped away, leaving lines of drool and sperm to fall to the floor. She had no time to think about all of the man’s seed she had swallowed, as she felt a rumbling in her bowels. Sharp pains caused her to scream in agony, causing confusion as the men watched her. Her belly grew noticeably, swelling as it churned. “Make it stop!”

Harley laughed as she watched. “Afraid I can’t help now. Those candy mints make quite the reaction, don’t they? I put a whole package in you!” Batgirl clenched her teeth and struggled against her bonds. Harley stepped back, pleased with the display. “Fine, cut her loose. She can’t do much with that spare tire anyway!”

One man grabbed a knife from his vest and cut the rope. Barbara tumbled onto her back, her belly now allowed to grow freely upward. The tight latex of her suit was pushed up just beneath her breasts. Her distended belly appeared to be ready to pop, as her exposed lower half lay lifeless. Her pussy was wet with her own juices as she struggled to endure the pain.

Harleen put the flat of her shoe against the girl’s privates. Barbara moved weakly, attempting to stop her, failing to reach around her heavy belly. “I don’t want to kill you tonight, bats, I just want you to remember this lesson.” She pressed her foot harder. Batgirl let out a weak sigh as she gripped her stomach. The worst has passed, but I can’t quite reach her. Barbara tried to ignore the discomfort as the air in her belly searched for an escape. The reaction seemed to stop, and her belly was at its peak.

She groaned and feigned extra anguish to search the room. Her utility belt was a few feet away, but in her state she knew she wouldn’t reach it fast enough. With Harley’s shoe pressing against her exposed vagina, she chose another option. She pressed her hips upward, moaning as she closed her eyes. Sweat dampened her red hair as she lay at their mercy.

“Get a load of this, she’s into it!” Harley pressed just a bit harder, causing her to gasp and moan. “Well, I was going to be nice and not use her cooter, but you only live once, right? Get back in there, mush for brains.” She picked the goon with the larger, still semi-erect cock. He went to his knees and moved closer.

“Wait, let me be on top, please!” I can reach my belt if I just get the upper hand.

The goon ignored her pleas. His painted face showing his teeth in a creepy grin as he moved his cock up and down against her warm, wet lips. He guided himself inside as he watched her face contort. “I wanna watch you squirm, bitch.” The man’s voice was coarse. He moved his torso lower, putting weight on her inflated belly. He pressed in as he lay upon her. She knew he wouldn’t last long even though it was his second round.

The other goon stepped closer to the observing villainess. His organ grew rigid, and his eyes watched Harley’s formed backside as she paid him no mind. The man set his jaw and brought a hand to touch her ass indecisively. Harley turned and smiled playfully. “I see what you really want.” She grabbed his cock and rubbed it gently. “You want a little love from mama, don’tcha?”

Barbara mustered all of her strength and rolled her aggressor onto his back. She lay upon him, showing her agony as the liquid and air sloshed in her belly. The man had slipped out, but it was wet enough to allow him right back in. “I like it when a lady takes charge.” The man raised his hips, effortlessly lifting her added weight, and began pounding her. She could barely focus as he fucked her. The belt is right there, I just need to reach it.

A gunshot caused them both to freeze. The man fell to the ground beside Harley. He had pulled her suit low enough to show most of her left breast. She ignored the exposure as she talked down to the corpse. “You goddamn buffoon! You stupid sack of crap! You know I’m off limits, but you try anyway! Why are men so stupid!” Her unbridled rage faded as she turned to the man beneath an inflated Batgirl. “What are you watching me for?” She seemed to snap back into a good mood. “The party is still goin’!” Blood pooled beside her and she stepped away indifferently.

The man resumed pounding Barbara. Thankfully, I think that distraction bought me some more time before he finishes. She leaned forward, bracing herself with her arms as he pounded her pussy. He lifted her enough that she could plant her feet subtly and she waited until he was nearly finished before she took action. Now! She shot forward as fast as her burdened body allowed. Grabbing her utility belt, she looked back to see the man shooting strings of cum into the air and Harley aiming her gun.

Batgirl launched a batarang, knocking the gun underneath a nearby desk. She quickly found the grappling hook and launched it onto the leg of the low, heavy table she was strapped to. She tugged with all her strength and watched it catch and fall upon the still distracted thug. She heard something snap, followed by his whimpering, knowing that he wouldn’t be a threat any more.

The painted woman grabbed her baseball bat and tucked her breast back into her suit as she buttoned it again. “Nice moves for a tub like you!” She tossed a party favor, distracting Batgirl, as she lunged forward and kicked her right in the belly. Barbara rolled backwards, shrieking in misery. Harley brought the bat around to swing, but Batgirl triggered her trap. A small explosion caused the floor to disappear beneath the wild villainess.

After the dust settled, Barbara looked down to see Harley Quinn lying unconscious amidst the rubble. She’ll live. She stood awkwardly, looking at the scene. They saw my face. The thug did not know who she was, but Harley sure did. Barbara only hoped she hit with enough force to cause some short-term memory loss. I’ll deal with that later if I have to.

She decided it was time to turn on her GPS tracker. Barbara hit the hidden button in her suit and took stock of herself. I can’t let Tim find me like this. Naked from the waist down with a belly that appeared noticeably pregnant; she shuffled to her clothes and bent down to grab them carefully.

Barbara hurried to pull her top down and her pants up, struggling to buckle her utility belt over her inflated belly. Her snug pants pressed the plug in her ass deeper, causing even more torment. Her tummy surged and roiled as she snapped the belt together; luckily it stretched more than she expected. Her suit was incredibly tight, but that helped to hide her distended belly. It pained her to bend down for her mask, but she knew Tim would be here soon. She moved her hair aside and slipped on her cowl, huffing laboriously.

She mentally focused herself, trying to ignore the discomfort and think of how to clean up this mess. She hurriedly redressed the half-naked thugs and used her hacking tool to erase the camera footage. It took time, but eventually she hid all clues that might cause Tim to think she was captured. All finished.

Mere moments passed before she heard something above her – Robin perched in the rafters. “Looks like you had fun.” He dropped down and took stock of the unconscious trio.

I’m glad he’s not very observant sometimes. She took special care not to touch her squished belly. “Yeah, took some effort this time. Mind bringing them in for me, Tim? I need to head back.”
“They must’ve done a number on you. You look like crap.”
“I survived.”
Tim grinned. “Yeah, I’ll clean up here. Nice job.”
She wondered if he had been there longer than she realized. Batgirl pushed the thought out of her mind. “All in a night’s work, Boy Wonder.” They laughed. Barbara hid her pain as she launched a grappling hook and disappeared out the window.Hopefully no one will ever know about tonight. The things we do for this city…