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She stepped out of the airport, her luggage trailing behind her. It was a lot - a large suitcase on wheels balanced a slightly less-large suitcase, which banged into her backpack with every step. She took a lungful of air and smiled, the sights of the city greeting her.
And the smells. Oils, spices and other enticing aromas wafted down the street. Her stomach rumbled, more in anticipation than hunger. She was a pretty girl, slender and attractive, and at that moment - her face flushed with excitement - she looked truly beautiful.
She approached a man with a clipboard. “Name?” he asked before she could speak. He knew why she was here - he could see the brochure scrunched in her hand, after all. That and she had the look of someone that would stuff their suitcase with suits, fly across the country and attend a seminar for women entrepreneurs. That wasn’t a sexist thought, he reasoned within the safety of his own mind. He really could spot them.
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Bill gestured around the control room of the Tardis. “So?”
“So,” the Doctor replied. He was busy doing… something. Steering? Piloting? Who could say.
“What do we do?” Bill asked. “Do I have to sit somewhere? Are there seat belts?”
The Doctor looked at her sideways, like he was imagining a seatbelt across her bloated form. “Well, you've done this before. This isn't your first trip.”
Bill thought back to her first trip. It had been agony, being separated from Heather for so long. For even a minute. But space rehab had broken her dependence on Heather’s oil… even if the damage had already been done. “Yeah, but I’m not passing out from hunger this time.” She lowered her hefty frame onto a chair. She winced as she stomach caressed her lap. “Oh, that's a mistake.”
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“Well, this certainly is romantic.”

Jason smiled at his… wife. His wife. That would take some getting used to. “Yeah,” he said. “You’re right - never doubt the locals. They always know the best spots.”

Indira snuggled against his chest. Her dark, shiny hair tickled his nostrils. “This is worldshatteringly beautiful,” she whispered. They were sitting on top of a hill, gazing out over the rolling green fields. It was like everywhere else in the countryside… with one exception:

A pond.

This was not just any pond - it was the archetype of a perfect pond. Its crystalline surface reflected the stars as a honeyed fragrance wafted from its shores. It was vast and deep, as if someone had captured the essence of the ocean and stored it amongst quaint farmland.

“It is beautiful,” Jason said.

“Thank you,” replied the pond.

Of course, neither of them heard this. They didn’t speak Pond. They couldn’t even hear its words - all they felt was a slight breeze, a rustling on the reeds. So the pond’s words fell on deaf ears. But this didn’t matter, for the pond spoke other languages.

Like Love.

Like Magic.

“You have touched me with your praise,” said the pond. “The love you feel for each other is deep and real. Ah… but there is frustration there too. Thwarted desire. A true pity.”

The two honeymooners gazed on the smooth surface, their senses failing to see it for what it was.

“Let me help you,” said the pond. “Let this world reflect your love - the true love that lies beneath your concealments. This is my gift to you, young lovers. Enjoy.”

The air grew warmer around the pond. Indira breathed in deeply, the scent of nature mingling with the scent of her man. “Jason,” she gasped. She was feeling flushed.

“Indi.” He swallowed as his eyes locked with hers. “Want to go back to the B&B…?”

“There’s no one around,” she said. She crawled on top of him, her body warm and heavy against his. “And I can’t wait that long.”

There, under the stars, they consummated their marriage… and the pond’s magic. The pond drifted off to sleep, content with its work.

*

Jason blinked his eyes open. “Morning,” his wife said as she ran a finger down his chest. Her caramel skin shone in the early sunlight.

“Mor… wow,” he said. Memories of last night trickled in. How they made love on the hill for hours. How they had stumbled back to the bed and breakfast… where the owner, Caroline, had given them a knowing look. How they had shed their clothes before reaching the bed…

“I know, right,” Indi said. She kissed him. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Indira sighed. “If we make love like that all the time, how many babies will we have?”

Jason gulped. “Uh…?” he replied. They had talked about children. Indi wanted one, maybe years in the future. He had agreed, not wanting to share his fantasy of her popping out children…

She grinned. “It’s our honeymoon. Let’s make the first of many.”

Jason spluttered. “What?”

“Come on,” she said, “I’m sick of this flat belly. Give me dozens of babies! I want the world to see that my man takes care of his woman.”

“You’re… serious?”

She nodded. “That last town we passed through had some decent grocery stores. If you buy enough, we’ll never need to leave this bed again.”

*

It was a 90 minute round trip. Jason pulled in outside the cottage, the car laden with goodies.

“I’m such an idiot.”

What was he doing? He didn’t know what Indi had meant but it couldn’t have been… this. This was madness! What were the odds that she’d suddenly start living out his fantasy… without him even telling her?

He walked to their room, his feet shuffling, his hands struggling with bags of food.

“Babe, you’re back!” Indi said. “Thank goodness - I need your sperm in me!”

Jason gasped. She was wearing a dress - his favourite. It was blue and shiny, and showed off a lot of skin. “What’s the occasion?”

She looked puzzled. “Oh, the dress! Well, I may as well wear it while I can fit into it.” She hitched the dress over her hips and bent over the couch. Her bare pussy beckoned.

Jason stared at her. He didn’t want to blink in case this was all some wonderful dream.

Indi looked over her shoulder and winked. “Cum on, stud. Knock up your wife.”

Once Jason’s jaw was working again, he said “Indi…”

She looked up at him. Her face wore an expression of pure desire. “Yes?”

“I’m gonna fuck you,” he growled.

“Okay.” She wiggled her hips, giggling. “You don’t mind if I play with my breasts? I can’t wait until they’re bloated with milk.”

Mind? He had to laugh. “Hell no.”

*

“Am I pretty enough for you?”

Jason scoffed. “Are you kidding? You’re more beautiful than ever.”

She really was. Indi looked like someone had run her through Photoshop. She looked the same, but more… perfect. Her complexion wasn’t just clear - it glowed. Her nose was a tad smaller, a little more upturned. Her lips were fuller and brighter and her hair had grown from around chin-length to by her shoulder blades.

And then there was her figure. Her waist had narrowed a touch, while her ass grew round and toned. Meanwhile, her breasts and exploded from a B-cup to what he guessed were large Es. She had always been the most beautiful woman in the world… to him. Now, he thought, she looked like a supermodel.

Although he’d never seen a supermodel with jizz on her face.

Indi noticed her husband staring. “I know. I’m such a slut. I just can’t help myself!”

“You’re not a slut,” Jason said.

“No?”

“No - you’re my sexy slut.”

She laughed. “Yeah, I am,” she said as she ran her hands down her hips. “Fuck your fucking slut!”

“Yes, ma’am. I…” He looked around. “Uh…”

“What’s wrong?”

“Did…” He rummaged through a pile of empty bottles. “Did I drink all the Gatorade already? I’ve cum five times today - I need my fluids…”

“Oh no! But I’m so horny!”

“Wait here, I’ll get more.” Jason raced out of their cottage, almost running over Caroline.

“Jason!” she said. She straightened her jacket. “Just the man I wanted to speak with. Got a moment?”

“I…” He had a fertile woman inside but if he was anything, he was polite. “Sure.”

He did a double-take. Was Caroline always this beautiful? Her red hair was in a bun and her bulky jacket hid her figure… but her eyes sparkled.

“My husband went grocery shopping. He just got back,” she said. “And, well, I know we’re far from any shops. So if you feel like anything… help yourself!”

He blinked. “That would save me a trip…” He shook himself. “Ah, but we… might need a lot of electrolytes.”

Caroline shrugged. “I’ll leave some goodies outside your door each morning. If you need more, come see me in the office.” She beamed at him. “Although I’ll need a hand with today’s deliveries!”

Jason followed her to the car. The back was laden with supplies - she must have cleared out the entire town! He saw coconuts, Gatorade, mineral water, nuts, protein bars…

“Uh…” he said. “Yeah. This will… do. This will do nicely.”

“Great!” she said. “Like I say, there’s plenty more.”

If Indira was surprised when he returned after a few minutes, she didn’t show it. She giggled as she stripped, her swollen breasts bouncing in the fresh air. Jason just stared, cracking open a can of Red Bull.

He was going to enjoy this.

*

“Wow, you’re stunning,” Jason said.

Indi cupped her breasts. “Married life suits me,” she moaned. Her voice was deep and sultry. Everything she said sounded like it should be whispered during a porno. Her ass was as wide as her shoulders and her breasts had doubled overnight. Somehow they were even perkier.

She was even more beautiful. If she’d been a supermodel before, she was a goddess now.

“You’re amazing.”

She smiled. “Want to see if I still fit in that blue dress?”

Jason wore an expression of mock concern. “Are you sure? That sounds painful, given how busty you are.”

Indi said nothing. She simply winked at him and sauntered to the bathroom. A few minutes later, she emerged. “Don’t know what you’re talking about. This fits fine!”

His jaw dropped as she pirouetted. The blue fabric clung to her skin. Her hips looked as if they would burst through at any moment. Her breasts spilled out of the top

But before he could process this, she was already on all fours. She fished his dick out of his pants and gave it a long, slow lick. Her eyes were closed, an expression of pure bliss on her face as she took the shaft between her incredibly plump lips.

Jason knew he wouldn’t last long. But she seemed to take pride in making him cum. Besides, he never stayed flaccid for long. All too soon, he erupted in her mouth. “Aww, babe,” she cooed.

“That dress is starting to look really good on you,” he said as she straddled him. She giggled. The movement had caused the dress to rip, exposing her round ass to the air.

“I’m too feminine for my clothes,” she moaned, “and I can’t believe how good that feels!”

Jason couldn’t believe how good that looked. He’d have to duck away at some point to go clothes shopping for her…

*

A month into the honeymoon - halfway - Jason woke to see his beautiful wife. She was standing at the kitchen bench, her back to him. “Early start?”

She jumped. He gasped as she turned. Her plump breasts swung in the cool, morning air as her hand pulsed between her thighs. “Jesus!” she said. “Yeah. Gotta get off.”

Jason rubbed his eyes. All the better to see his beautiful wife. And she was beautiful. He had never imagined that a woman could look so sexy. Her shiny hair reach passed her hips, which were wide enough to fill doorways. Her breasts would have reached her pussy had they obeyed gravity - instead, they bulged forward from her frame.

And, as if that wasn’t incredible enough, there was the slight bulge in her belly…

They didn’t need a test to tell them what they already knew. And if she was showing after less than a month, then she was obviously very pregnant…

“Why don’t you sit?” he offered.

“Sure,” she said. She sat at the kitchen table, her breasts resting on the wooden surface and her ass spilling out over the sides. Her ridiculously full lips pursed as her hips bucked.

“Feeling better?”

She flashed him a grin. “For now. The same hormones that are responsible for this,” she said, squeezing her chest, “are running my libido. And if I can’t fit into clothes anymore, that gives you an idea on how horny I am.”

Jason laughed. “Clothes are overrated anyway.”

“Well…” She got up and shimmied over to the bed. He marvelled at her pendulous breasts. They almost reached him from where she was. “I could spend all day inside. I’d get terribly bored though, doing nothing but breed and fuck.”

“You sure?”

Indi shrugged. “Okay, you’re right - that would be amazing. But clothes have other uses too.” She patted her round belly. “I feel so pretty having outgrown my clothes.”

Jason scooted next to her and kissed her. “In that case, I have a present for you.”

“Oh?” She ran her hand through his chest hair.

“Look in my backpack.”

She heaved herself to her feet with a groan. Her eyes lit up as she opened his bag. “I’ll be back,” she said, carrying it into the bathroom.

“Seriously?”

His wife emerged, looking both pained and amused. She was wearing a short skirt and a tight blouse. The outfit didn’t fit - not even close. Her ass under- and overflowed the skirt and the blouse was unbuttoned.

“I think it looks cute,” Jason said.

She stared at him. “I’ll wreck this skirt if I even sneeze.”

“It was on sale,” he replied, his hands raised in surrender. “But I would love to see you ruin those from the inside.”

Indi took off her blouse and threw it at him. “Oh, for sure. But it hurts to wear something that tight.”

The next outfit was a grey dress that hugged her curves. “I like it,” he said as she modelled it.

“Do I look pregnant?” she asked, caressing her belly. “Or just fat?”

She worked her way through his selection. Indi found some jeans and stretchy shorts that fit (for now) and some tops that showed her curves. “You’ve done well. But I’m going to outgrow this stuff in, like, a month.”

He smiled. “There’s still one more outfit. Front compartment.” Her eyebrow cocked, she slinked back to the bathroom. When she returned, his heart nearly stopped.

His wife posed in the doorframe - angled so she could fit - adorned with white, lacy lingerie. He had guessed her cup size pretty well, given that the alphabet couldn’t contain it - even so, she was overflowing so much that he could see the rim of her nipples. She was breathing heavily, drawing her baby bump inwards and outwards in a hypnotic rhythm.

“Babe,” she said. A tear rolled down her cheek as she walked towards him. “I feel so goddamn sexy right now. Thank you.”

Jason stood up. He drew Indi into his arms, nestling between her boobs. “I love you so much,” he said.

Her body felt soft and warm against his. “I love you more.”

*

“Best honeymoon ever,” Indi said as she placed her nipple in her mouth.

She had completely transformed. Gone was the skinny woman he married. She was more boob than woman now and her ass had grown to match. Her belly was round and full - unmistakable pregnant, even if it did look tiny against the rest of her. Jason was still amazed by her desires - she may have liked her maternal body even more than he did.

“I know,” Jason said. “Drink up while I go check out.”

Caroline was behind the desk, guzzling from her own nipple too. “Hi!” she said. “Wow, checking out already? Doesn’t time fly?”

“I…” he said. The formerly slender redhead was spilling out of her clothes. She sat on two chairs to accommodate her pregnant body and her shiny hair pooled on the floor. She had to be almost as big as his wife was.

“Yeah, I wasn’t even pregnant when you arrived. But then, neither was your wife!” she said, chuckling as Indi waved from the window. “I see you’ve been fucking her as well as my husband has fucked me!”

He didn’t know what to say to that. He mumbled something and left, the image of her burned in his mind.

And he didn’t know how to respond to the scene at the airport. About half the women looked normal - plain. One looked up from her phone to look at Indi. Her expression was unmistakeable: envy.

The other women were delightfully inflated… and well attended to by their lovers. A pair of teens caught Jason’s eye. He squeezed her tits while she rubbed her pussy and belly.

It was heaven.

He sat by a TV. He recognised the talk show, but the host - Kara - was a flawless and curvier version than he remembered. She was interviewing a scientist - a doctor, maybe - who looked almost strange with her thin face and flat belly. “So what’s your take on this phenomenon?” Kara asked her guest.

“My theory is simple,” the slender doctor replied. “Single women have few curves and libido, but as soon as they enter a loving relationship, their bodies unleash their breeding potential. The women want to have sex and birth many children. Their bodies adapt to accommodate this. If we observed this in the wild, we would call this nesting behaviour: the female doing her part to create the next generation.”

“Okay,” Kara said, “but why so suddenly? I mean, this ‘nesting behaviour’ didn’t exist a few months ago. Now we’re seeing it in New York, Berlin, Shanghai, Tel Aviv, Johannesburg…” She took a long slurp from a her nipple. “It almost seems like, well, magic.”

The doctor laughed. “Now Kara,” she said sternly, “there’s no such thing as magic.”

*

Later:

The café was so romantic.

He could hear the sounds of slurps and moans from all the other booths. And from right next to him, of course. His wife sure loved her own breast milk.

Their waitress glanced in their direction. She was a cute, swollen thing - and very good at her job. More Gatorade arrived just as Jason finished his first - right when he would have asked for it. The waitress seemed to make a mental note before heading round the back, her round ass jiggling in her tight skirt.

She didn’t make it far. The door to the kitchen was near the entrance. Just as she got near, two women entered. Jason recognised one as Tasha… although a very different Tasha than he remembered. Last time he saw her, she’d been stick thin. This girl was a full figured goddess, as was the woman on her arm.

The waitress pointed them towards Jason’s booth. He nudged Indi, who looked up. “Tash!” she squealed. “Look at you! You’re getting big, young lady.” Indi poked Tash’s belly - large enough to be fullterm with triplets. She was wearing a shirt and jeans that almost but definitely didn’t cover her firm belly.

“Thanks! Although, Indi, you are looking incredibly fertile yourself!” Tasha chuckled. “Married life suits you. You must be carrying at least a dozen!”

Jason nodded. That was certainly the case.

“Hi,” the curvy redhead said as she eased herself into the booth. Her full belly caressed her lap and her breasts knocked over Jason’s empty sports drink bottle. “I’m Dawn.”

Greetings were interrupted by the waitress. She placed three sundaes (ice cream, pickles, ketchup) between each pair of breasts - the only spots free. She smirked at Jason’s shocked expression. I’ll have to tip really well, he thought.

A few minutes later, Tasha’s spoon was clinking against the bottom of the bowl. She sighed, each breath spilling her belly over the top of her pants. Her shirt rolled up well above her cute navel. “God,” she said, “cravings, am I right?”

Dawn giggled. “I’ll say. The downside of being a lesbian,” she said, “is having two ravenous women in the one relationship.” She sighed. “How I wish we had someone to bring us peanut butter.”

Jason shifted in his seat. “Well,” he said, “they’re called waitresses. So eat up!”

Dawn and Tasha made a cute couple. They spent the next few hours eating and feeling each other up. They clearly had intense appetites - both culinary and sexual.

“More!” they barked in unison.

“So, Dawn,” he said. Anything to distract him from the smoking hot lovemaking he was seeing. “What do you do…?”

“Oh, didn’t I say?” she said, letting Tasha’s boob go. A little jet of milk sprayed out as it landed on the table. “I design wedding dresses.”

“Challenging business,” Indi said.

“I’ll say. A bride on her wedding day. Can you imagine? That much love and emotion in the air… it’s impossible to guess bra sizes, belly sizes, ass sizes - all of which can change on the day. Even bridesmaids and family grow bigger by the hour.”

“Yeah,” Tasha chuckled, “you can always spot the single girls at a wedding. They don’t look they’re repopulating the earth.”

“And you can always spot the bride,” Dawn added. “They have bellies that could fit their single friends and boobs spraying milk like hoses.”

Jason shifted again. He wondered if she realised she was describing his wife’s body. His underwear felt very tight. “Surely the dress gives it away…”

She shrugged. “I said I design dresses. The truth is closer to ‘scarves’. Maybe ‘gloves’. The only clothes sure to fit.”

Next to her, Tasha was happily draining her own nipple. Her expression was the same as Indi’s, doing the same thing beside him. Impossible to read, like a mix of desire and satisfaction all at once.  “I… have to go pee,” Jason muttered. He raced to the bathroom and instantly splashed water on his face.

“Wow, they did a number on you.”

Jason spluttered. “Indi! This is the men’s bathroom.”

She gave him a look he recognised. “Stall. Now, before someone sees.”

He glanced at her. “The stalls in the men’s room are still…” He held up his hands close together.

“Oh,” she said. She scratched the side of her enormous belly. “Right.”

He shrugged. “Want to see if we can fuck in our booth?”

Indira beamed at him. “Okay. Let’s go.”

*

Much later:

“I love romcoms,” Indira said as she snuggled against Jason.

“But they’re so formulaic,” he said as he sank into her soft flesh. As usual, the mixture of her warm skin, sweet scent and rich voice were enough to make him cum. He came three times an hour, even when on an innocent date.

He couldn’t help it. His wife was pure sex. When she waddled, thick, stunning hair flowed down her incredible figure and trailed behind her. Her ass took up two seats in the cinema but her boobs were large enough to warrant a third. Fortunately, they only charged for one. It would be discrimination otherwise.

“I know, I know,” Indi said. She rubbed the top of her belly, which was large enough to brush the ground when she walked. “Boy meets girl. Boy fucks girl. Girl swells up with dozens of babies. But it’s love! What’s not to like about love?”

She had a point. It was fun to watch 20 minutes of setup followed by an hour or two of fucking, swelling, bursting clothes, waddling…  These days, the difference between porn and romcoms was that the latter were dirtier.

And it always put ladies in the mood for love… and that expanding. Jason loved cuddling up to Indi for a couple of hours as she grew. So did every other couple. By the time credits roll… well, ‘roll’ is how the women would leave the cinema. It was so romantic to see dozens of women of different sizes having inflated to the point where they can barely walk.

It’s good to be in love.
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A young couple in love. A magical pond. The moment that everything changed.

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“Well, this certainly is romantic.”

Jason smiled at his… wife. His wife. That would take some getting used to. “Yeah,” he said. “You’re right - never doubt the locals. They always know the best spots.”

Indira snuggled against his chest. Her dark, curly hair tickled his nostrils. “This is worldshatteringly beautiful,” she whispered. They were sitting on top of a hill, gazing out over the rolling green fields. It was like everywhere else in the countryside… with one exception:

A pond.

This was not just any pond - it was the archetype of a perfect pond. Its crystalline surface reflected the stars as a honeyed fragrance wafted from its shores. It was vast and deep, as if someone had captured the essence of the ocean and stored it amongst quaint farmland.

“It is beautiful,” Jason said.

“Thank you,” replied the pond.

Of course, neither of them heard this. They didn’t speak Pond. They couldn’t even hear its words - all they felt was a slight breeze, a rustling on the reeds. So the pond’s words fell on deaf ears. But this didn’t matter, for the pond spoke other languages.

Like Love.

Like Magic.

“You have touched me with your praise,” said the pond. “The love you feel for each other is deep and real. Ah… but there is frustration there too. Thwarted desire. A true pity.”

The two honeymooners gazed on the smooth surface, their senses failing to see it for what it was.

“Let me help you,” said the pond. “Let this world reflect your love - the true love that lies beneath your concealments. This is my gift to you, young lovers. Enjoy.”

The air grew warmer around the pond. Indira breathed in deeply, the scent of nature mingling with the scent of her man. “Jason,” she gasped. She was feeling flushed.

“Indi.” He swallowed as his eyes locked with hers. “Want to go back to the B&B…?”

“There’s no one around,” she said. She crawled on top of him, her body warm and heavy against his. “And I can’t wait that long.”

There, under the stars, they consummated their marriage… and the pond’s magic. The pond drifted off to sleep, content with its work.

*

Jason blinked his eyes open. “Morning,” his wife said as she ran a finger down his chest. Her caramel skin shone in the early sunlight.

“Mor… wow,” he said. Memories of last night trickled in. How they made love on the hill for hours. How they had stumbled back to the bed and breakfast… where the owner, Caroline, had given them a knowing look. How they had shed their clothes before reaching the bed…

“I know, right,” Indi said. She kissed him. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Indira sighed. “You know how the typical thing is for new wives to pack on the pounds?”

Jason gulped. “Yeah…?” he replied. He didn’t know where this was going. His secret wish was that his thin girlfriend (no, wife) would gain some weight.

She grinned. “We’re here for two months. How fat can you make me in that time?”

Jason spluttered. “What?”

“Come on,” she said, “I’m sick of being a skinny bitch. I want the world to see that my man takes care of his woman.”

“You’re… serious?”

She nodded. “That last town we passed through had some decent grocery stores. If you hurry, I promise to be a good girl and eat everything.”

*

It was a 90 minute round trip. Jason pulled in outside the cottage, the car laden with goodies.

“I’m such an idiot.”

What was he doing? He didn’t know what Indi had meant but it couldn’t have been… this. This was madness! What were the odds that she’d suddenly start living out his fantasy… without him even telling her?

He walked to their room, his feet shuffling, his hands struggling with bags of food.

“Babe, you’re back!” Indi said. “Thank goodness - I’m starting to waste away here!”

Jason gasped. She was wearing a dress - his favourite. It was blue and shiny, and showed off a lot of skin. “What’s the occasion?”

She looked puzzled. “Oh, the dress! Well, I may as well wear it while I can fit into it.” She opened a bag of pretzels and started devouring them. “Mmm, so good.”

By the time he finished bringing in the groceries, the pretzels were gone. She opened a bag of chips and a bottle of coke.

Jason stared at her. He didn’t want to blink in case this was all some wonderful dream.

Indi placed a cake on the floor. She scrutinised it as she hovered over it. A sniff here, a lick there.

Her resistance crumbled as she buried her face in it. “Oh god, I want to eat like this forever.”

Once Jason’s jaw was working again, he said “Indi…”

She looked up at him. Her face was covered in chocolate icing. “Yes?”

“I’m gonna fuck you,” he growled.

“Okay.” She wiggled her hips, giggling. “You don’t mind if I eat while you do?”

Mind? He had to laugh. “Hell no.”

*

“Do you like my food baby?”

Jason scoffed. “Are you kidding? I love it.”

He really did. It protruded well, stretching out her dress as if she was six months pregnant. It was so round. Firm but with a layer of softness.

There was no questioning that she had eaten well. Apart from her belly, the other clue was that she was covered in food. Ketchup and chocolate sauce in her frizzy hair, chicken grease on her face and… was that ice cream down her chest?

And it wasn’t even lunchtime.

Indi noticed her husband staring. “I know. I’m such a pig. I just can’t help myself!”

“You’re not a pig,” Jason said.

“No?”

“No - you’re a sexy pig.”

She laughed. “Yeah, I am,” she said as she ran her hands down her hips. “Feed your piggy!”

“Yes, ma’am. I…” He looked around. “Uh…”

“What’s wrong?”

“Did…” He rummaged through a pile of empty packets. “Did you eat all the food already? That was supposed to last a week!”

“Oh no! But I’m so hungry!”

“Wait here, I’ll get more.” Jason raced out of their cottage, almost running over Caroline.

“Jason!” she said. She straightened her jacket. “Just the man I wanted to speak with. Got a moment?”

“I…” He had a hungry woman inside but if he was anything, he was polite. “Sure.”

“My husband went grocery shopping. He just got back,” she said. “And, well, I know we’re far from any shops. So if you feel like anything… help yourself!”

He blinked. “That would save me a trip…” He shook himself. “Ah, but we… might need a lot of food.”

Caroline shrugged. “I’ll leave some goodies outside your door each morning. If you need more, come see me in the office.” She beamed at him. “Although I’ll need a hand with today’s deliveries!”

Jason followed her to the car. The back was laden with supplies - she must have cleared out the entire town! He saw frozen meals, pastries, snacks, ice cream, chocolate…

“Uh…” he said. “Yeah. This will… do. This will do nicely.”

“Great!” she said. “Like I say, there’s plenty more.”

If Indira was surprised when he returned after a few minutes, she didn’t show it. She giggled as he handed her a block of chocolate. Jason just stared, his eyes darting from his love to the food.

He was going to enjoy this.

*

“Wow, you’re getting chubby,” Jason said.

Indi patted her belly. “Yeah, I’m starting to come along.” And she was. That belly was now a permanent feature - a proper potbelly. Her limbs were thicker and softer, and her cheekbones hid behind a rosy face.

“You’re beautiful.”

She smiled. “Want to see if I still fit in that blue dress?”

Jason wore an expression of mock concern. “Are you sure? That sounds painful, given how plump you are.”

Indi said nothing. She simply winked at him and sauntered to the bathroom. A few minutes later, she emerged. “Don’t know what you’re talking about. This fits fine!”

His jaw dropped as she pirouetted. The blue fabric clung to her skin. Her hips and belly looked as if they would burst through at any moment. And, he realised for the first time, her breasts were larger. Definitely larger.

But before he could process this, she had already sat at the table. She started demolishing a pile of sandwiches. Her eyes were closed, an expression of pure bliss on her face as she chewed.

Jason knew it wouldn’t last long. By the time she finished the last mouthful, he had a microwave lasagne ready to go. “Aww, babe,” she cooed as he handed her a fork.

“That dress is starting to look really good on you,” he said. She looked confused, so he patted her brown belly. She had hitched the dress up over her thighs and stomach, bunching around her ribs. Her exposed belly heaved with each breath.

“I’m outgrowing my clothes,” she moaned, “and I can’t believe how good that feels!”

Jason couldn’t believe how good that looked. He’d have to duck away at some point to go clothes shopping for her…

*

A month into the honeymoon - halfway - Jason woke to see his beautiful wife. She was standing at the kitchen bench, her back to him. “Early start?”

She jumped. He gasped as she turned. Her plump breasts swung in the cool, morning air. “Jesus!” she said. “Yeah. Gotta get my nutrients.”

Jason rubbed his eyes. All the better to see his chubby wife. And she was chubby. A roll of fat - not a foodbaby; proper fat - bulged forward from her frame.

“Why don’t you sit?” he offered.

“Can’t. I’m wearing my fat girl pants.” He recognised them. They were stretchy, which was just as well - no way they’d fit otherwise.

“What does that have to…?”

She flashed him a grin. “If I sit, they’ll explode.”

Jason laughed. “Clothes are overrated anyway.”

“Well…” She shimmied over to the bed and sat down. He marvelled at her pendulous breasts. They seemed to be growing every day. “I could spend all day inside. I’d get terribly bored though, doing nothing but eat and fuck.”

“You sure?”

Indi shrugged. “Okay, you’re right - that would be amazing. But clothes have other uses too.” She patted her ample belly. “I feel so pretty having outgrown my clothes.”

Jason scooted next to her and kissed her. “In that case, I have a present for you.”

“Oh?” She ran her hand through his chest hair.

“Look in my backpack.”

She heaved herself to her feet with a groan. Her eyes lit up as she opened his bag. “I’ll be back,” she said, carrying it into the bathroom.

“Seriously?”

His wife emerged, looking both pained and amused. She was wearing a short skirt and a tight blouse. The outfit didn’t fit - not even close. In fact, the buttons looked like they’d pop any moment.

“I think it looks cute,” Jason said.

She stared at him. “I’ll outgrow this in a day.”

“It was on sale,” he replied, his hands raised in surrender. “But I would love to see you ruin those from the inside.”

Indi unbuttoned her blouse and threw it at him. “Oh, for sure. But it hurts to wear something that tight.”

The next outfit was a grey dress that hugged her curves. “I like it,” he said as she modelled it.

“Do I look fat?” she asked, caressing her belly. “Or just pregnant?”

She worked her way through his selection. Indi found some jeans and stretchy shorts that fit (for now) and some tops that showed her curves. “You’ve done well. But I’m going to outgrow this stuff in, like, a month.”

He smiled. “There’s still one more outfit. Front compartment.” Her eyebrow cocked, she slinked back to the bathroom. When she returned, his heart nearly stopped.

His wife posed in the doorframe, adorned with white, lacy lingerie. He had misjudged the cup size a little - she was overflowing so much that he could see the rim of her nipples. She was breathing heavily, drawing her paunch inwards and outwards in a hypnotic rhythm.

“Babe,” she said. A tear rolled down her cheek as she walked towards him. “I feel so goddamn sexy right now. Thank you.”

Jason stood up. He drew Indi into his arms. “I love you so much,” he said.

Her body felt soft and warm against his. “I love you more.”

*

“Best honeymoon ever,” Indi said as she cracked open a box of donuts.

She had completely transformed. Gone was the skinny woman he married. She wasn’t even plump anymore. No, she was properly fat. Every part of her jiggled with each movement. And, of course, she loved it. Jason was still amazed by her desires - she may have liked her weight gain even more than he did.

“I know,” Jason said. “Eat up while I go check out.”

Caroline was behind the desk, eating chocolate bars. “Hi!” she said. “Wow, checking out already? Doesn’t time fly?”

“I…” he said. The formerly slender redhead was spilling out of her clothes. A roll of belly fat sat delicately on her thighs, obscuring her skirt. She had to be almost as big as his wife was.

“Yeah, I was skinny when you arrived. But then, so was your wife!” she said, chuckling as Indi waved from the window. “I see you’ve been feeding her as well as my husband has fed me!”

He didn’t know what to say to that. He mumbled something and left, the image of her burned in his mind.

And he didn’t know how to respond to the scene at the airport. About half the women were skinny - one looked up from her phone and half-eaten salad to look at Indi. Her expression was unmistakeable: envy.

The other women were delightfully plump… and well attended to by their lovers. A pair of teens caught Jason’s eye. They were staring into each other’s eyes as he fed her chicken nuggets.

It was heaven.

He sat by a TV. He recognised the talk show, but the host - Kara - was a much fatter version than he remembered. She was interviewing a scientist - a doctor, maybe - who looked almost strange with her thin face and flat belly. “So what’s your take on this phenomenon?” Kara asked her guest.

“My theory is simple,” the slender doctor replied. “Single women have little appetite, but as soon as they enter a loving relationship, they - and their partners - feel a… compulsion. The women feel incredible hunger and an urge to fatten up. Their partners feel a similar compulsion to feed them. If we observed this in the wild, we would call this nesting behaviour: the female adding bulk to better birth and raise children.”

“Okay,” Kara said, “but why so suddenly? I mean, this ‘nesting behaviour’ didn’t exist a few months ago. Now we’re seeing it in New York, Berlin, Shanghai, Tel Aviv, Johannesburg…” She took a long slurp from a glass of milkshake. “It almost seems like, well, magic.”

The doctor laughed. “Now Kara,” she said sternly, “there’s no such thing as magic.”

*

Later:

The café was so romantic.

Well, Jason thought, calling it a café wasn’t right. It was more of an ice cream bar. Though it was called the Lovers’ Café. But still, he thought to himself, his point stood. After all, what was more romantic than ice cream?

He could hear the sounds of slurps and moans from all the other booths. And from right next to him, of course. His wife was really going to town on that sundae.

Their waitress glanced in their direction. She was a cute, chubby thing - and very good at her job. This sundae had arrived moments after Indi finished her first - right when she would have asked for it. The waitress seemed to make a mental note before heading round the back, her round ass jiggling in her tight skirt.

She didn’t make it far. The door to the kitchen was near the entrance. Just as she got near, two women entered. Jason recognised one as Tasha… although a very different Tasha than he remembered. Last time he saw her, she’d been stick thin, half-heartedly nibbling carrot sticks. This girl was full figured, as was the woman on her arm.

The waitress pointed them towards Jason’s booth. He nudged Indi, who looked up. “Tash!” she squealed. “Look at you! You’re getting fat, young lady.” Indi poked Tash’s belly. She was wearing a shirt and jeans that almost but definitely didn’t cover her soft belly.

“Thanks! Although, Indi, you are looking incredibly well-fed yourself!” Tasha chuckled. “Married life suits you. You must be over 300 pounds!”

Jason nodded. That was certainly the case.

“Hi,” the curvy redhead said as she eased herself into the booth. Her chubby belly caressed her lap. “I’m Dawn.”

Greetings were interrupted by the waitress. She placed three overflowing sundaes on the table. She smirked at Jason’s shocked expression. I’ll have to tip really well, he thought.

A few minutes later, Tasha’s spoon was clinking against the bottom of the bowl. She sighed, each breath spilling her belly over the top of her pants. Her shirt rolled up well above her cute navel. “God, I’m starving!”

Dawn giggled. “Me, too. The downside of being a lesbian,” she said, “is having two ravenous women in the one relationship.” She sighed. “How I wish we had a feeder.”

Jason shifted in his seat. “Well,” he said, “eat up. The staff can be your feeders!”

He meant it as a joke. They even laughed. And yet, two hours or so later, they were still going. Even Indi was full, but not these two lovebirds.

“More!” they barked in unison.

“So, Dawn,” he said. Anything to distract him from the smoking hot bingeing he was seeing. “What do you do…?”

“Oh, didn’t I say?” she said, licking fudge sauce from her wrist. “I work in wedding catering.”

“Lucrative business,” Indi said.

“I’ll say. A bride on her wedding day. Can you imagine? That much love and emotion in the air… any woman in the vicinity gains ten pounds!”

“Yeah,” Tasha chuckled, “you can always spot the single girls at a wedding. They don’t look they’ve just eaten a cow.”

“And you can always spot the bride,” Dawn added. “They have half their body weight in their belly and are still scoffing wedding cake.”

Jason shifted again. His underwear felt very tight. “Surely the dress gives it away…”

She shrugged. “They tend to burst out of their dresses. I’d make fun of them but they look so happy. That and… well…” She indicated her own dress where her creamy belly had unravelling the stitches.

Next to her, Tasha had unbuttoned her jeans hours ago. They were down around her knees, allowing her bloated stomach to move unrestricted. He suddenly felt very warm.  “I… have to go pee,” Jason muttered. He raced to the bathroom and instantly splashed water on his face.

“Wow, they did a number on you.”

Jason spluttered. “Indi! This is the men’s bathroom.”

She gave him a look he recognised. “Stall. Now, before someone sees.”

They stumbled into a stall. He grabbed her ample hips as he entered her.

He came fast.

“Can you go again?” Indi asked. She looked more amused than anything else.

“Not sure.” He grimaced.

“Just as well,” she shrugged. “I could really go for more ice cream.”

“Huh,” Jason said, “look at that - I’m hard again.”

*

Much later:

“I love romcoms,” Indira said as she snuggled against Jason.

“But they’re so formulaic,” he said as he sank into her soft flesh. She took up two seats in the cinema. Fortunately, they only charged for one. Women tended to compensate by ordering hundreds of dollars’ worth of goodies, so it made sense to keep them happy.

“I know, I know,” Indi said. “Boy meets girl. Boy feeds girl. Girl gains 600 pounds. But it’s love! What’s not to like about love?”

She had a point. It was fun to watch 20 minutes of setup followed by an hour or two of stuffing, gorging, gaining, bursting clothes… And each actress was only good for one movie before she became too huge to be single. Each movie had a new star.

And it always put ladies in the mood for love… and that meant eating even more than usual. Jason loved cuddling up to Indi for a couple of hours and feeding her. So did every other couple. By the time credits roll… well, ‘roll’ is how the women would leave the cinema. It was so romantic to see dozens of women of different sizes having gorged to the point where they can barely walk.

It’s good to be in love.
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A young couple in love. A magical pond. The moment that everything changed.

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Sandy’s heart raced as she saw the bus.

6:43am. A few minutes’ late.

She straightened herself, trying to look presentable. She didn’t know why - perhaps it was an act of comfort. In any case, she adjusted her school uniform. Her shirt was unbuttoned around her breasts, showing off the skin between them. It was also tied off, exposing a sliver of skin above her hips. Her skirt was short and tight, as regulations insisted.

It went without saying that she wasn’t wearing any panties.

Sandy didn’t usually follow the rules this closely. But, hey, she was taking a risk here. A small one in the grand scheme of things, maybe, but the biggest in her teenaged life. If she were caught, she’d cop consequences. Worse than a grounding, certainly. But maybe she could sweet-talk her way out of it. Being presentable would help.

Being presentable always helps, as her mother likes to say.

The bus eased into the stop. Its driver narrowed her eyes as the doors swung inwards. Some small part of Sandy registered that they had changed the bus driver uniforms. The beautiful woman behind the wheel was wearing a pale blue dress that barely covered her hips. It looked painfully tight around her bust and swollen belly.

The driver gestured to Sandy’s uniform. “A little early for school, isn’t it?” she asked.

Sandy shrugged. She hoped it looked natural. “Just sneaking in a little studying before class.”

“Good girl,” the driver replied. “You kids are our future. With an attitude like that, it looks to be in safe hands.”

She didn’t know what to say to that. She chuckled, making her way to the back of the bus.

It was a very different crowd at this time of day. She was the only one her age - everyone else looked like office workers. Men and women in suits, all looking to get a head start on the day. She didn’t know much about fashion, but it was clear that some of these suits were expensive.

Sandy didn’t want an office job. She was destined for greater things (or at least, so she hoped). Still, it might be okay if she looked like that. She tried not to stare at the brunette with a soft, happy smile. The brunette wore a black and white dress that hugged a huge, pregnant belly. As Sandy passed, this goddess pulled a container from her purse. Sandy didn’t need to see inside to know that it held a strange, wrinkled worm the size of her thumb.

Behind the brunette were a pair of sexy Asian ladies. They were kissing as though saliva were oxygen. Four full, luscious tits leaked streams of milk. Their shirts were drenched, clinging to every curve of their breasts and bellies.

Sandy passed them, and the enormous black woman behind them. The black woman was angled against the window, her bloated womb taking up the seat next to her. She took a sip from a vial of cum.

Finally, she found a spare seat. It was across the aisle from a short, curvy woman. A stocky man stood on his seat, easing his veined cock into her mouth. The woman was shrieking with enjoyment - her load moans overpowering the whir of the motor. Sandy tried to ignore them. The bus smelled of sex - sounding like a porno wasn’t helping.

Sandy ignored them but she had limits. The curvy woman’s screams rose an octave as the man came… and came… and came. She could see rivers of sperm trickling down her chin, even as she swallowed in huge gulps. The woman bucked and tore at her suit. Sandy stared as her belly bulged outwards. Over the next minute, more cum reached her middle until she looked six months pregnant. She gripped her partner by the butt cheeks and took his dick deeper down her throat. Her moans started again as she went for round two.

Fuck, Sandy wished that were her.

The guy took a moment to adjust his position. Not only was her belly swelling out of control, pressing against his leg, but she seemed to be getting taller. Sandy recognised a rapidly growing butt when she saw one.

That’s when she saw it. The flicker of movement next to her.

On the window was a small tube of flesh. Wrinkled, like a naked mole rat. It wriggled as it tasted the air, a thin, white trail marking its passage up the glass.

It was hideous. It was also the most beautiful thing Sandy had ever seen. On reflex, she snatched it and shoved it in her pussy.

The sensation was both familiar and intense. An ice bath and a jolt of lightning all at once.

She’d read an article saying that you couldn’t feel sperm worms, as the bizarre monsters were called. Not as they were entering, anyway. Sandy knew that was bullshit - she could definitely feel the little guy setting into her uterus, secreting its wonderful slime…

The couple next to her stood up as the bus pulled to a stop. The woman’s belly had been flat when she’d hopped on the bus - now, it had to exceed 50 inches around. Her butt was at least that big too. She squealed as the man slapped her ass. She waddled down the aisle, struggling to squeeze through the narrow seats.

Sandy sat in silence. Her skin felt like it was being dusted with pure bliss. She could feel her body begin to make its changes.

She almost missed seeing the brunette beauty waddle off the bus. She had grown. Her belly had doubled in size, dragging her dress upwards. And those firm breasts had popped free from their constraints. The goddess lifted a nipple to her lips and guzzled as she hopped off the vehicle.

“Psst.”

The big, black woman was beckoning her over. “I just birthed these,” she whispered. It her hands flopped two sperm worms, slick with fluid. “You look like you could use them.”

Both of them?” she gasped. Worms this fresh were hard to come by. The enormous lady laughed as Sandy snatched them both. She swallowed one, sent the other up her pussy. “Oh god,” she moaned, “thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Just pay it forward.”

Sandy almost tripped when the bus reached her stop. Her skirt felt tight around her hips, which made walking awkward. As for her breasts - had she worn bras, she would have called these D-cups. Much nicer than her usual A-cups.

And she wasn’t done. She could feel the tingle in her chest and ass that preceded yet more growth. Being pregnant was always such a rush - though, with three, healthy worms in her womb, this was better than most. A small coil of pleasure burned behind her eyes.

*

7:23am. A few minutes behind schedule. Sandy’s phone buzzed but she ignored it. After all, she was nearly…

“Here! I’m here,” she whispered.

“Jesus,” Daphne replied, “took you long enough.” Her friend blinked, getting a better look at her. “Jesus,” she repeated, “are you already…?”

“Yeah. With triplets.”

“A good trip in, then?” Daphne stared at her round chest. “Think you’re done?”

Sandy nodded. “If not, I’m close.” She gave her boobs a squeeze - each was already bigger than a handful. She tried not to think about her ass - it had to be peaking out under her skirt by now.

“And your belly?” Daphne asked.

“Flat.” For now was implied. She gestured towards the school. “Any activity?”

“The usual. The ‘cleaners’ have been here a while. They’re on a break.”

Daphne handed her the binoculars. Sandy saw the truck. From this angle, she could see the vats inside, plus what looked like vacuum cleaners.

What they were seeing was illegal. Everyone knew this happened, but no one could prove it. Or no one cared. The cleaners were supposed to exterminate the sperm worms. But with demand growing faster than Sandy’s tits, it was no surprise that they weren’t killing them.

These weren’t exterminators. They were harvesters. Teams like them went to high schools and sold what they found to the big distributers.

Of course, more than a few worms went missing during this process…

Behind the truck, two of the cleaners were making out. Well, they were trying. The taller woman’s breasts bulged out past her elbows, resting on a full-term pregnant belly. Her partner was more pear-shaped - her tits were like Sandy’s, but her belly and butt added a foot in each direction.

And they were both growing.

A man appeared from out of sight. He had a dick as big as his forearm, which he shoved into the short redhead. He must have cum instantly - her belly bulged forward while her ass swelled. Sandy wondered how many sperm worms she had inside her - enough to double her weight, at least.

“Jes- Sandy, you’re squirting me!”

She lowered the binoculars. “Sorry, I-“

“No, you’re right, my fault. Watching people fuck while pregnant is a recipe for fluids.” Daphne blinked her eyes clear. “Want to get off before…?”

“No, no time,” Sandy growled. “Please tell me the gym’s untouched.”

Daphne’s grin turned feral. “It is ripe for liberation.”

*

It wasn’t like Sandy to turn down sex, but they were in a rush.

Boy, was she regretting that though.

Sandy and Daphne approached the school, trying to be stealthy. Daphne was doing an okay job of it. It’s not like there was anyone around to spot them, so her awkward manoeuvres didn’t blow their cover. Had anyone been around, they would have seen a petite teen running, bent at the waist and stopping randomly.

Still, she was doing better than Sandy.

The poor girl’s cup size was working its way through the alphabet and she was properly bootilicious. Despite her prediction, she was still growing. Her new dimensions made running difficult. But the main distraction came from between her legs. God, how her pussy ached! She had to waddle just to keep the friction… manageable.

And then there was the slime trail she was leaving across the grass…

She would do anything to grab a long, hard dick right now. Anything except give this mission. Teenagers birthed much more sperm worms than older people, so high schools tended to be a nest. A swarm.

A goldmine.

*

The gym was incredible.

Every surface - walls, floor and ceiling - was covered in slime. Amongst that slime wriggled…

“Sperm worms,” Daphne gasped. They were wriggling towards the two of them, drawn by the pussy juices trickling down Sandy’s leg.

“I know the plan was to gather some first,” Sandy said. Her voice trembled. “But I don’t think… I…”

They stared at each other.

Daphne dove to her knees, scooping up the slime with both hands. It was like a mix of semen and breast milk… only even tastier. In her frenzy to fill up, she was getting it all over her face. Sandy was licking the wall, cooing as the slimy creatures wriggled down her throat.

They knew they were supposed to be pocketing these, but…

That was a rational thought. There was no room for rationality in this sea of pleasure.

“Shit,” Sandy said. Some small part of her registered the noise. How much time had passed?  “Someone’s coming. Run!”

Daphne almost tripped in the slick goo, but they made it out just as the cleaning crew waddled in. They slunk away, hearts pounding. “That was a close one,” she gasped. The poor girl was already growing, Sandy noticed.

“We should move,” Sandy said. They both knew that being caught just outside the gym, inflated as they were, would be suspicious.

“Yeah.”

But they stayed there. Sandy’s chest was swelling with each breath. Her nipples had to be 15 inches in front of her ribs. Her tits were naked, of course - her uniform was not designed with that much growth in mind. Her bottom half was just as exposed and oversized as her top half.

And she could tell she wasn’t done growing.

“How… how many…?” she asked.

Daphne bit her lip as her breasts surged forward another cup size. “I’m carrying at least 20,” she said. “Jesus, I’ve never been so big.” Her hourglass figure exploded, her breasts and ass doubling in the span of a breath.

At least 20? Sandy was probably pregnant with 40. Not that she’d been counting, but…

She placed a hand on her belly. It was still flat, despite its occupants. More sperm worms than she’d ever consumed. More than she’d ever dreamed of consuming.

A year ago, she’d managed eight. That had been incredible... and way more than is recommended. That was at a party - she fucked for hours after that, swelling up past full-term size in now time. Her mind had surrendered to her body as her flesh craved cum. Each droplet had nourished the worms, causing her to expand…

Sandy looked at Daphne. Her breasts were bulging out under her top, resting heavily on her lap. She was sitting in a pool of her own assflesh, billowing out around her like a pillow. And Sandy knew she looked the same.

That party a year earlier - she’d never felt that horny before. Now, she had to be thrice as horny as that. Her heavy chest was heaving and her inner thighs were drenched. Beneath Daphne, a small lake of pussy juice was forming. The poor girl was flushed bright pink.

It’s hard to say which of them moved first. Maybe they moved together, compelled by a lust that was beyond resisting. Sandy’s body burned with pure need. Despite her size, she launched herself at her friend.

Her lips clamped down around Daphne’s left nipple as she returned the favour. It didn’t take much coaxing to get her reward - a blast of delicious, creamy breastmilk. She gulped it down. She could feel Daphne moaning as she gorged on Sandy’s milk.

Neither girl had lactated like this before. It was smooth, sweet… and like a firehose. With four breasts but only two mouths, they were quickly becoming drenched.

Some small part of Sandy’s mind imagined what was happening. The milk was making its way to her ‘guests’ - the legion of sperm worms in her womb. They would bathe in it, soak it up… and grow.

Oh god, Sandy thought (her mouth was too busy to speak). She could feel her belly swelling with each mouthful. Daphne’s belly was growing too, pressing against her with greater insistence.

She slipped off the nipple with a loud pop. A river of milk splashed onto their stomachs, which were forcing the two schoolgirls apart. Without skipping a beat, they lifted a breast with both hands to their lips and kept drinking.

Drinking.

And expanding.

Sandy struggled to her feet. Her ass exploded a metre in each direction and her tits would brush the ground if it weren’t for her globe of a belly. Daphne’s belly was almost as big as hers was and it hung in front of her knees. She could only guess how ridiculous she looked.

Huge. Sandy was huge. She’d never been this big before. And yet…

“You’re craving cum, aren’t you?” Daphne said as her butt grew.

“Like nothing else,” she said. Her belly lurched forward, caressing the paved ground. “Let’s go, while we can still move.”
Sperm Worms
Imagine a creature that lives in wombs and feeds on sex. What would that do to society?

This is the tale of two young women set in this world, looking to exploit the exploiters.
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