[contains: breast expansion, ass expansion, hyperpregnancy, goddessification, sex]
“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:
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.
“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.”
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 - 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…”
“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.
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.
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.”
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.
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.”
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.”
“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.