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“Hey, everyone. It’s your gorgeous girl, Courtney, your favorite fitness influencer. I’m here to show you what to do to get a body like mine, so let’s get started.” Courtney had a body to die for. She was a very popular fitness influencer who had been fit her entire life. She was used to being slim and sexy and confident. Her entire life had come easily to her. She was blessed not just with a stereotypically fantastic body, complete with perky butt and six pack abs, but she also had an incredible metabolism that seemed to give her an endless amount of energy for working out while also allowing her to eat whatever she wanted. She loved to have fun, but she also loved to work because what she really loved more than anything else was the attention and praise that her fit body had earned her. She craved the attention, lived to turn heads and receive loads of praise from her followers, and could never get enough of it. She was a role model to them, and they hung on her every word which

You told your girlfriend not to swallow her gum. But she didn't listen! There was something off about the brand of gum she bought. While it did make the absolute hugest bubbles, it just didn't seem safe to swallow. That's when the hiccups started. You watched as her body shook from the first hiccup. Then again. her chest lurching forward like usual. But something was off. She'd hiccup but her chest didn't seem to come down. Were her breasts growing? Another hiccup, her chest grew before your eyes. Another one, the buttons on her shirt pulled tighter. It wasn't until the rapid succession of hiccups came out like a barrage of bullets from a machine gun that your suspicions were correct. As her breasts swelled before your eyes. Her shirt buttons threatening to explode off.

Ruri is a 21-year-old female college student living alone. She is quite shy and is currently… in a bit of a situation. Ruri rushed herself to the college emergency room for “some reason”. She rushed there because of a shampoo bottle… a shampoo bottle that she got a little carried away with and it ended up getting stuck in her anus and wouldn't come out. She explained to the doctor who was alone on the night shift Victor that she tripped while showering on the slippery floor and by “coincidence” the shampoo bottle ended up in her anus. After finishing the basic question sheet Ruri was very much blushing bright red while waiting for Victor to look up from the filled out questionnaire. Oh… and because of the panic Ruri didn’t think things through and headed to the college doctor while only wearing her towel to cover her body. So now she was sitting on the examination table in the emergency room while only wearing a shower towel and her body was not even dry. Ruri is understandably

"Pod 2836..." I walk through the cramped hallway, I was in the center of the pod tower. I had just been assigned a new pod thanks to graduating high school. Though due to my low grades it looked like I was in a lower quality apartment. "Oh well, sooner I get outta flesh reality the better." I thought as I unlocked the pod with my finger prints. It was a simple chair with neural override, nutrient pump and waste pump. I couldn't see any muscle pulsars but I figured they were just hidden, I quickly locked myself in and logged into VR, flesh space was bleak so the less time I spent there, the better. Despite having lived nearly my entire life in a pod, my body was skinny and muscular thanks to my nurturing pods being equipped with various automated workout procedures. ... "So how's the new pod?" Damian asked, his furry avatar blending in with the other absurd avatars lining the virtual cafe. "Terrible, I should've worked harder in highschool to get assigned a better job." I sighed

Lily was walking in a mountainous park, enjoying the beautiful scenery, when she saw a girl sitting on a bench. The girl was completely nude, and even though it was legal to be nude in the park, it was still a bit odd since people usually still wore a little bit of clothing. The girl turned around and caught Lily's gaze. She smiled and gestured for Lily to come over and sit down. Lily was hesitant at first, but something about the girl's confident and inviting demeanor made her change her mind. She walked over to the bench and sat down next to the girl. "Hi, I'm glad you decided to sit down with me," the girl said, smiling. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare, it's just a bit unusual to see someone completely nude in a public park," Lily replied, trying to be polite. Lily looked down at the girl and saw her large belly. She tilted her head in confusion and said, "Congratulations on the baby?" The girl looked up at Lily, her eyes wide with surprise. "I-I'm not pregnant," she stammered, her voice shaking with nervous giggles. Lily was even more confused, and she looked at the girl, trying to understand. "Being nude in public is a new way of learning to be comfortable with yourself," the girl explained, trying to control her nervous giggles. "It's a method of exposure therapy. My belly is big because the more embarrassing I make it, the faster I will learn to be comfortable. I bought independent tentacles from a store and let them live inside my womb." Lily's eyes widened in shock. She had never heard of such a thing, and she couldn't believe what the girl was telling her. "I see," she said, her voice laced with confusion and disbelief. "It's a strange and unique experience, but it's helped me a lot. I'm much more comfortable with myself now, and I'm glad I did it," the girl said, still trying to control her nervous giggles. Up Lily couldn't believe what she was hearing, but she couldn't deny the curiosity and excitement she felt. She had always been fascinated by the strange and unusual, and this was the perfect opportunity to explore something new. She looked at the girl's belly, and she could feel the movement of the tentacles inside. She blushed, just thinking about these creatures wriggling inside her belly, teasing her womb as they moved. She couldn't let this opportunity pass her by, and she nervously asked the girl, "Where can I get these tentacles? I-I want to try it for myself." The girl smiled and pulled up the address on Lily's phone. "Here, this is the store where I got them. They're a bit expensive, but they're worth it," she said, giggling nervously. Lily thanked the girl and started to walk to the store. She was excited and nervous, but she couldn't wait to see what the tentacles would do. Lily finally reached the store, and she saw a sign at the door. It read, "Please remove clothing at the door to allow our tentacles to adjust to your body." She hesitated for a moment, but then she remembered the girl in the park and how comfortable she was with her own nudity. Lily took a deep breath and removed her clothes. She was embarrassed, but she couldn't deny the strange feeling of excitement and curiosity. She proceeded inside and walked up to the desk. She told the woman, "I-I want a few tentacles for my womb." The woman smiled and said, "Those are one of our most popular tentacles. They're a bit expensive, but they're worth it. Let's go to the various tentacle enclosures." Lily followed the woman, and they walked through the hot and humid building. The woman explained, "It's hot and humid here because the tentacles need to get used to being inside the body. If they're not, they can try to escape, which would either involve birthing them or they would just be trapped inside and stress out." Lily nodded, understanding what the woman was saying. She was a bit nervous, but she couldn't wait to try the tentacles for herself. The woman asked, "Which type of tentacle would you like to try? We have a variety of options, including the wriggler, glow, and maternal tentacles." Lily didn't know what to say, as she didn't know what they had in store. The woman recommended, "You can try whichever one you want, as it helps the tentacles get used to humans. Many of our customers start with the wriggler tentacle, as it's a good introduction to the experience." Lily nodded, agreeing with the woman's recommendation. She decided to first try the wriggler tentacle. The woman told her, "You need to spread your legs and let the tentacle enter you on its own. It's important to relax and let the tentacle do its thing." Lily laid down on the couch and spread her legs as the tentacle approached her labia. She could feel herself getting wet as fluid started to drip down her leg. But right then, the tentacle thrust itself inside. She gasped, surprised by the feeling. Then, two more tentacles followed, and they squirmed inside of her. As soon as the wriggler tentacles entered Lily, she immediately felt them squirming and wriggling around inside of her. It was a strange and intense sensation, and she could feel her belly squirming around as the tentacles moved. She tried to stop herself from moaning from pleasure, but she couldn't help it. She told the woman, "These ones are too intense for me. I won't be able to function with them." The woman smiled and said, "You have to wait three hours to adjust. You can't switch until then." Lily sighed, but she knew she had to wait. Just then, another person came into the room and told Lily to come to the room down the hall to talk about how the tentacles felt. She followed him into the room and sat down. The man asked, "How are the tentacles?" Lily replied, "They're very pleasurable, but intense. These would be better for someone who is experienced with tentacles." The man nodded, understanding what she meant. He then placed an ultrasound on her belly, and Lily could see what was happening inside for herself. She could see the tentacles squirming and wriggling around, and she was amazed by what she was seeing. There was also a three-hour timer at the top, and Lily knew she had to wait until it was done. After what felt like days, the timer had ended, and the woman came back to the room. She pulled out a strong-smelling gel and rubbed it on Lily's labia. This made all the tentacles inside her squirm their way out of her and back into their enclosure. Lily nervously asked, "Can I have a more beginner-friendly tentacle?" The woman nodded and came back with the glow tentacles. She said, "These ones are much less active, and they're bioluminescent with a nice blue color." Lily nodded, agreeing with the woman's recommendation. She asked for those ones, and the woman brought them in. Like the wrigglers, Lily spread her legs as the blue tentacles slipped inside her uterus. This time, the sensation was much calmer, and she could feel the tentacles moving around, but it wasn't as intense as before. After all the tentacles were inside, the woman turned off the lights. Right after it went dark, the tentacles began to vibrate, and Lily's belly began to emit a faint blue light. "Much calmer than before," Lily said, smiling. Lily was fascinated by the way the tentacles moved through her belly, casting a shadow in the room as they moved. But while it was nice, she couldn't help but feel like she wanted something slightly more active. She asked the woman, "Is there anything else you would recommend? I'm looking for something with a bit more movement." The woman thought for a moment before saying, "Well, there are the maternal slimes. They feel similar to a pregnancy, but without any negative side effects. They also promote fertility as a silver lining." Lily's eyes widened with curiosity. "That sounds interesting. Can I try them out?" The woman nodded and switched out the tentacles for the maternal slimes. As soon as they slipped inside of her, Lily felt a sense of comfort and warmth. "These ones feel perfect," she said, a smile spreading across her face. The woman looked at the timer and said, "I see the three hours are almost up. Do you want to keep these ones?" Lily didn't hesitate. "Yes, I want to keep these ones. I'll buy them." The woman went back to the desk and Lily followed, pulling out her wallet. She paid for the tentacles and they walked out of the store together. As they were leaving, Lily turned to the woman and asked, "Do you know a girl who comes here often? She's nude in the park, and she has a big belly. She's the one who told me about this place." The woman looked thoughtful for a moment before nodding. "Yes, I know who you're talking about. She's a regular customer. I'm sure she'll be back soon. Why do you ask?" Lily smiled. "I was thinking of meeting up with her. I'd like to learn more about her experience." The woman smiled back. "That's a great idea. I'm sure she'd be happy to meet you." I will stay in character. (Dialogue) When Lily made it back to the park, she felt the wind blow against her body from the mountain valley. She saw the woman, who was still nude, sitting on the bench. She walked over and sat down next to her. "Hi, how are you feeling?" the woman asked, smiling. "I'm feeling great, thanks to the tentacles," Lily replied, grinning. The woman reached out and felt Lily's belly. "I see you went with the maternal slimes. Why is that?" Lily thought for a moment before answering. "Well, the wrigglers were too intense for me, and the glow tentacles were nice, but they were a little too boring. The maternal slimes felt like the perfect middle ground." The woman nodded, understanding. "I see. I'm glad you found something that works for you." Lily looked at the time and realized it was getting late. "I should probably get going. I have to work tomorrow." The woman nodded. "Okay, see you tomorrow then." "Yeah, same time?" Lily asked. The woman smiled. "Sure thing. I'll see you then. By the way, my name's Laura." “Well I'll see you tomorrow, Laura!” Lily replied. As Lily walked away, she couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and curiosity. She couldn't wait to see what the next day would bring.

“Make sure you take some free samples, and don't take anything else,” their host said, a platter of candies in his hand. As Kassie left the factory, she couldn't believe what she'd just witnessed. A new candy factory opened up in their town and many citizens were invited to take an inaugural tour of the place. Dozens of people showed up, including Kassie and her reluctant boyfriend. The factory was the strangest place she'd ever seen, nothing like any traditional factory she'd ever conceived. There was a full-ass botanical garden of candy! They saw all the regular stuff, peppermints and lollipops and gummies and, of course, the chocolate bars. But their tour guide (the founder and owner and CEO, no less!) showed them wild, experimental stuff too. How experimental? Well, Kassie had NEVER been on a tour of any sort where people blew up. No, not explosions, even though there was this candy that was like Pop Rocks times a million. Blew up like balloons. There was this blueberry chick

One day, I received an invitation to dine at a very remote restaurant. I drove there, only to find the boy I knew. There were sixteen private rooms, each filled with a table of food, and we waited for others to arrive. Before long, we received a message on our phones informing us that the lunch was canceled and the restaurant staff said they were closing early. They left quickly, and soon the parking lot was empty. The boy and I exchanged glances and entered a room, with enough food to feed four soccer teams. "Maybe we should eat as much as we can to avoid waste." "Yes, I think so too." We sat down to enjoy the feast. At first, we were a bit shy and awkward, but gradually, we realized we shared the same interest. "It seems you have a big appetite. Ladies first, please enjoy as much food as you can." So, I didn't refuse and started to devour the food. After about an hour, under his gaze, I barely finished the table. "How do you feel? Is it time to move on to the next table?" "I... feel... very full..." Although I didn't want to waste food, even with this interest, my stomach was already too full, sticking out like it was about to give birth. "Could you rub my belly? My toes curled, and I felt an endless pleasure, feeling big and full, deserving admiration." He rubbed my belly skillfully, and I almost wanted to break free from my clothes' restraint. We moved to the next room, and the food seemed overwhelming to my already full stomach. I felt it was a pity... He started his lunch, and at first, I just rubbed my swollen belly. Too much food made me sleepy, and I drank soda and orange juice to relieve the discomfort. Gradually, I realized something was wrong; he finished the table, eating more than I did. His belly looked tight under his shirt. "Wow, I didn't expect you to..." He waved his hand, "Let's move to the next room. Can you rub my belly?" My heart raced oddly. While he continued eating, I sat beside him, rubbing his belly as he ate faster. I couldn't believe my eyes. Three tables were finished, and his belly was getting large. After the third table, he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a soft, big belly like a heavy beer drinker. Astonishingly, he continued, and as the eating challenge escalated, so did my massages. By the seventh table, I told him to take off his pants. This was beneficial; pants were a constraint. In just white underwear, he seemed back to his original state, eating like a starved giant. His belly neared spherical, and he slowed down. By the thirteenth table, I had a new concept: his belly could hold more than any multiple-birth pregnant woman I've seen. My massages intensified, causing him discomfort, but he continued the gluttony. "One more table..." Food gas was larger than the food itself, and he hadn't burped yet. I didn't want him to, even though his belly button area turned dangerously red. My thoughts reached a peak; visually, seeing another's belly blown up was more stimulating than my own. He seemed unable to eat more, covering his mouth with his hands. His large hands, which could cover my head, now sealed my fantasies' input. I motioned for him to remove his hand and pushed food into his mouth, realizing he couldn't swallow it. I started pushing the food down his throat, wondering if he could swallow me whole. The last table progressed slowly but was finally finished. I'd never seen a more perfect belly, towering before me, higher than my height. His belly button showed how full he was. I touched every part of his skin, ensuring he reached his limit—my climax peak. He hadn't. When I took out a big bottle of soda, he didn't resist. Instead, he drank it like inflating a tire, his muscles serving this impossible feast. Until... he put down a half-empty bottle of soda. "I think I'm full, urp, I think I will..." He rubbed his side, his belly subtly different from before the soda. Before, you wouldn't be afraid of that ball. "There's still a lot of soda..." "Oh, come on, do you want me to drink all that? Drinking this much already makes me feel..." He struggled against the immense pressure, looking like Sisyphus with his boulder, except Sisyphus didn't worry about his rock popping all over his face. "No... I don't think you can drink anymore." His expression pained, hands as far from his belly as possible. I seemed to see a progress bar, something reaching a critical value, a too-perfect balance. "Hey, gently massage me with your hands!" Dazed, divine inspiration led me to step on his huge belly. "Are you crazy? I can't take any more pressure! Do you understand..." My foot rubbed the most protruding part of his belly, suddenly feeling pressure wanting to release through the skin, and I resisted it. "Your foot... on the ground!!" Resistance was unnecessary. As the expansion came, my grounded foot moved slightly, transferring slight forward pressure through my foot on his belly's weakest part, invisible to my eyes but strongly detectable against his giant belly. "You..." BOOM!! My belly once again became the biggest, fullest in the room, a strange feeling. When a balloon gets too big, all I can think of is a kid with a pin and what they'd do to a big balloon.

Part 2 Click here for part 1 “Welcome back Ladies and Gentlemen! I hope you enjoyed the commercial break because we sure did!” Jack cheered, “The voting is over and we are ready to share the results with today’s contestant, Jennifer!” Jennifer shifted her weight from side to side in anticipation. A part of her hoped that the Mini Muffin option would win, she used to love how big her boobs were but after her kid, they lost their perkiness and she wouldn’t mind losing some size if it meant they were perky again. “Are you guys ready?” Jack asked the crowd, which roared their approval. “How about you Jenn? Are you ready to see what the audience has chosen for you?” “I suppose so, Jack,” She said, eager to see the results. “Okay folks, the overwhelming winner for the breast category is,” He said, pausing for dramatic effect, “LAP WARMERS!!” He yelled as the crowd cheered and lost their mind. Jennifer felt chills wash over her skin as she realized how drastic of a change this was

(A commission for Dendrago) [After you first met Mal on the plane, you finally get to take her out on a date after several months... but just how FAT has her already massive ass gotten since then?] As you walk up to the movie theater’s main entrance, your heart rate rapidly accelerates. It had been a few months since you met Mal, the triple-wide super-pear, on that fateful plane ride back home. Sure, you and her had kept in contact during all this time, but that didn’t make you any less nervous to finally have a date with that bombshell of a woman. While you both lived in the same city, conflicting work schedules had made it nearly impossible to meet up in person. But at last, the two of you were finally able to get the same night off and see each other. You’re suddenly ripped from your thoughts as you see Mal waiting on a bench near the ticket counter. You vividly remember how huge Mal was. Her massive ass and hips had EASILY filled up all three seats of the airplane row you

Sophia walked briskly down the sidewalk, enjoying the gentle warmth of the afternoon sun on her face. She had a carefree air about her, humming a tune she had heard on the radio that morning. She was on her way to meet a friend for ice cream, her mind filled with the sweet anticipation of the treat. As she approached an intersection, a man suddenly appeared beside her. He had a kind face, with gentle eyes and a warm smile. Without a word, he reached out and took her hand. Sophia felt a strange but comforting warmth spread through her as their hands touched. "Come on, sweetie," the man said softly. "We need to get home." Sophia's surroundings seemed to blur and shift slightly. She blinked, momentarily confused, but the confusion quickly faded as a new sense of familiarity settled in. The man holding her hand was no longer a stranger but her father, a figure of safety and love in her life. "Daddy, can we get ice cream on the way home?" she asked, her voice now high-pitched and

“Hey dude, can you just press the ready button?” “Hold on, I’m busy.” “Busy what? Being a loser?” Sam rolled his eyes and adjusted his headset. “If I wanted to be a loser we’d have to trade places.” He sat at his computer and swiped on his phone. Left. Left. Left. Left again… “What happened to all the hot chicks on tinder?” “What do you mean?” He swiped left for what seemed like the 20th time in a row. “What do you think I mean? All these girls are fat.” “Sounds right up your alley.” Sam was happy his camera wasn’t on because for a moment. He felt his face burn bright red. Did he know? “Shut up asshole.” He heard Josh scoff on the other end. “Hey I’m just joking, but does it matter if she isn’t stick-thin? Just find you a girl so I don’t have to hear you bitch and moan all the time. And so you can press the goddamn ready button, jesus.” Swipe, swipe, swipe, swipe, sw–wait wait wait a minute. Who was she? Delilah, 24. Her picture was stunning. A pale, pretty little thing

Around the country the school year was starting to begin, including for the twin sisters Maddie and Abby. For the last few months, Maddie had taken part in a project to analyze the impact of gaining weight and overeating on people. With the summer about to begin, it was time for Maddie to return to Professor Cake’s classroom for the final weigh in and analysis. Maddie pulled into the university and headed to the building, dressed in jeans that probably needed to be retired and v-neck t-shirt that used to fit well, but now was resigned to a crop top. Despite Maddie’s rapid weight gain, she still tried to embrace her body and the gifts she had. Although her chubby belly, covered in stretch marks was exposed for all to see, the t-shirt she was wearing was stretched tight trying to contain her massive breasts. The v-neck collar left little to the imagination with the amount of cleavage that the young chubby brunette was showing off. Maddie walked into the classroom to discover she was the

The ocean waves lapped gently against the hull of the small research vessel as Dr. Samuel Carter and his wife, Dr. Eleanor Carter, worked diligently to retrieve what they believed to be an ancient artifact from the depths. The archaeologist couple had spent years exploring the world's oceans in search of relics from bygone civilizations, and today they were on the verge of a significant discovery. "Careful now, Ellie," Samuel said, guiding the crane's hook towards the surface. The sonar had detected a large metallic object, and both of them were filled with anticipation. "I see it!" Eleanor called out, her voice tinged with excitement. "It's coming up!" The artifact broke the surface, glistening in the sunlight. It was a large bangle, ornately decorated and inscribed with unfamiliar symbols. Samuel's eyes widened in amazement. "This must be centuries old! Look at the craftsmanship." Eleanor carefully lifted the bangle onto the deck. It was heavier than it looked, made of a strange metal that shimmered with a faint, otherworldly glow. She ran her fingers over the intricate designs, fascinated by the beauty and mystery of the piece. "There's an inscription," she said, squinting at the ancient script. "It promises untold power to the wearer." Samuel chuckled. "Probably just a boast from some long-lost civilization. But it's beautiful nonetheless." Eleanor, unable to resist the allure of the artifact, slipped the bangle onto her wrist. Immediately, she felt a strange warmth spread through her body. "Samuel, I feel... different." Before Samuel could respond, Eleanor's body began to change. Her fingers elongated, her arms stretched, and her legs grew taller. Her clothes strained against her rapidly expanding frame. Samuel watched in awe and fear as his wife transformed before his eyes. "Eleanor! Take it off!" he shouted, but it was too late. The growth was relentless. She was now towering over him, her head nearly brushing the boat's canopy. "Samuel, I can't!" Eleanor cried, her voice deepening. "I feel incredible!" As she continued to grow, her body became more defined and muscular. Her shoulders broadened, her legs became long and powerful, and her once-delicate features took on an imposing, statuesque quality. Her hands, though significantly larger, were not yet big enough to crush the boat. Samuel watched in awe, unsure of what to do. "Ellie, you're getting too big for the boat!" Samuel yelled, his voice barely audible over the sound of her growing form. Realizing the danger, Eleanor made a split-second decision. With a mighty leap, she dove overboard into the ocean, causing the boat to rock violently. Samuel scrambled to the side, desperately searching for any sign of his wife in the churning waters. Minutes passed, and Samuel's heart pounded with anxiety. Just as he feared the worst, the ocean began to roil. A massive wave surged towards the boat, and then, rising from the depths, Eleanor's colossal form breached the surface. Her head alone was as wide as an ocean liner, her eyes like twin moons reflecting the sunlight. She stood in the water, the sea barely reaching her knees, her immense body glistening with droplets. Samuel could hardly comprehend the scale of her transformation. Eleanor's once-human form had become a living colossus, her body now an awe-inspiring landscape of strength and beauty. Her breasts, prominent and imposing, loomed over the water, each one as large as a small island. Her skin shimmered like polished marble, her hair cascading down her back like waterfalls. Each muscle was a perfectly sculpted marvel, her proportions harmonious yet overwhelming. Eleanor looked down at her husband, a smile playing on her lips. She felt a surge of exhilaration and power coursing through her veins. Raising one colossal hand, she attempted to speak, but her voice boomed like thunder, sending shockwaves across the water. "Samuel," she said, her words shaking the air, "I can see everything from up here. I feel connected to the world in a way I never imagined. I am the most powerful thing in existence." Each breath she took seemed to inhale the very clouds, her presence a force of nature. The sea bowed to her, waves forming and dissipating at her command. She reveled in her newfound power, feeling as though she could shape the very elements. "You're incredible," Samuel shouted up to her, his voice tiny and faint against the backdrop of her enormity. "But how do we... how do you come back?" Eleanor's laughter echoed like a symphony of storms. "I don't want to come back, Samuel. This is where I belong now. I am a goddess. And I love it." As she spoke, a glint of obsession sparkled in her eyes. She looked down at her husband, a mere speck compared to her immense form. The realization of her absolute power over everything, including him, filled her with a dark thrill. "I am a goddess," she repeated, her voice thunderous and final. "And the world will bow to me." With a sudden, terrifying swiftness, Eleanor brought her colossal hand down towards Samuel. He had no time to react, no time to comprehend the magnitude of her power. In an instant, her massive hand engulfed the boat, her husband, everything. Eleanor stood tall in the ocean, her colossal form casting a shadow that stretched for miles. She was no longer just a woman; she was a force of nature, a living embodiment of the ocean's might and mystery. And she was obsessed with her power, reveling in the knowledge that she was the most powerful thing in the world.

https://linktr.ee/GrowingDesires 1,741 words. by ============================================== Chapter Twelve - Sam ============================================== "I'm busy..." I said, implying that I was on the toilet unable to open the door. "I can hear you walking around." Shit. "Ummm, still, don't come in." I pleaded. My mum was never really overbearing but when she knew something was up, she could flip a switch and very quickly break boundaries she never thought of crossing before. It was out of love and not out of control, fearing for my safety. It was kind and, in the moment, it would bug me, but in hindsight it was always justified. Shit... What am I going to do... I clenched as I saw the handle of the door turn. My eyes darted to the lock, and I saw that I hadn't done it. Crap. I couldn't react fast enough; my large body just didn't have the jump up energy I needed to keep the door from opening. I stood there, frozen in time as Mum

Credit to @ohshinakai for all the art produced. It was finally the holidays and school was finally out. A late morning covers a Californian skyline, 21-year-old Ngo Mai had been prepping meticulously for this day. Syncing timetables with her 24-year-old boyfriend Phillip Thompson’s work was a tough one, plans were suddenly canceled or delayed for being on call for his fireman duties. Mai understood the importance but secretly wished for a miracle for the two to finally be together to enjoy something greater than just the usual city scene. Since meeting way back during an exchange trip in elementary school, the two became close friends. The two cried when they had to be a great distance from each other, one in Vietnam and the other in the States. They continued to keep in touch through letters, and as technology advanced, emails, phones and messaging programs. The two continue their friendship, the crescendo reaching when the Ngo family emigrated to the States. The Thompsons assisted

One day, Mark and his wife Jennifer were having their friends John and Rebecca, who are also married, and Bernard and his wife Katie though in this world males are the ones who get pregnant Mark John and Bernard are all 5 mouths pregnant end of prologue.

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This is a work of fiction. Any sexual activities described will be between persons of at least 18 years of age. After she'd rested a bit, mom and I hit the shower, where once again I washed her body while she washed mine. When we were done and dried, we headed, nude, to the kitchen to fix ourselves supper. We chatted as we cooked, each doing something different. I tenderized, mixed up the flour and spices, and battered up the jägerschnitzles, while she boiled water for the spätzle and prepared the mushrooms gravy. She fried the jägerschnitzles, while I set the table, opened a jar of red kraut, pulled two Karlsbergs out of the refrigerator, and opened both. When everything was done, she plated everything up and brought it to the table where we sat and ate. We talked about our future together, hopes, and dreams. Mom reminded me of our family tradition of service to the country and asked me how I planned on doing that while keeping my promise to be there for her and the babies. I had no idea how I was going to be of service and take care of her and the babies when we heard a siren from some kind of emergency vehicle driving by up the street, and an idea occurred to me. "Mom," I said, "there are more that one way to serve. When we get home, I can serve our community as a fireman or a paramedic." "That's a solution," she said as she finished her meal. "It's not what I had in mind, but it is a viable and valuable service. We'll talk about it more later. Right now I'm tired," she continued, standing "I've driven all day, and someone, this evening, has wrecked both my pussy and ass hole," she finished. "You go to bed mom," I said standing up with a shit eating grin on my face, "I'll put up the left overs, do the dishes and come join you in a bit." "I love you Jacob," she said, stepping up to and kissing me tears leaking out of the corners of her eyes, "I've looked in vain for "Mr. Right" for 18 years, when you've been with me for most of that. All that I had to do was wait for you to mature I enough to show me that you're the "Mr. Right" that I needed." "I love you too Carla," I said as I returned her kiss. After the dishes were done and the leftovers put away, I went into mom's, no, our bedroom and found mom sound asleep. I kissed her forehead and climbed into bed with her. Mom's alarm went off early the next morning and she scrambled around getting ready for work she had a quick breakfast kissed me, wished me a good day and headed out. I spent the day cleaning house and other small chores, cook dinner, and waited for mom to return. When she got home, I took her to the bedroom, helped her off with her uniform, and went down on her deliciously sweaty pussy and licked her to multiple orgasms. We then made love, and had dinner with my kids leaking out of her. We then showered, had more sex there, and went to bed. Thus started our pattern, except on her days off we'd have morning sex too. That kept up until her DEROS, 29 July, arrived. We flew into Charlotte-Douglas Airport, where grandma and grandpa picked us up. When grandma saw mom, I saw something in her eyes. I saw a sense of knowing there. I looked at mom and saw her covering her lower abdomen with a hand, and when I looked back at grandma, her eyes met mine with the same look of knowing. On the three hour trip back to Fayetteville, NC, in grandpa's 1949 4×4 Ford F-3 panel van, Mom and Grandpa made small talk while the looks Grandma was giving mom and I made it a bit difficult for me. "Mom," Mom said, at length, "why are you so quiet?" "How far along are you," was all that grandma asked while looking at me? "About two months," Mom said without thinking. "Wait, how do you know that I'm pregnant?" "My baby girl's pregnant again," Grandpa said excitedly. "Who's the father? Is he a good guy? When do we get to meet him?" "About that dad," Mom began before she was interpreted by grandma. "You already know the father, dear," Grandma said, looking at me, "Jacob's the father." Grandpa turned to look at me, put his finger up to silence me, and said, "Not a word right now, Jacob, and that goes for you too, Carla. When we get home, we will discuss this as a family because a vehicle in motion is not the place." The rest of the trip to Fayetteville was a quiet hell When we got to grandma's and grandpa's mom and were ushered into the house, leaving our bags in Grandpa's truck. Grandma took mom into the dining room to talk, and Grandpa took me into the living room. He asked me bluntly what happened, and I told him the truth. A little while later, Grandma and Grandpa switched, and she asked me the same question, and again, I answered truthfully. After I talked with grandma, she went into the dining room and sent mom back into the living room with me. A few minutes later, Grandma and Grandpa came out of the dining room, and Grandpa said, "The two of you said nearly the same thing to both of us. So we believe the both of you." He paused and looked at me and asked, "Jacob, do you love your mother?" "Yes, sir," was my only reply. "Do you want to protect your mother?" "Yes, sir." "Do you want to be her man, life partner, lover," he asked with a pause, "her husband?" Before I thought about it, I responded, "Yes, sir." As soon as the words were out of my mouth, my mind flaged, "her husband" as what my grandfather had asked me, but it also flaged my response as a truthful one. "Jacob," Grandpa asked, "you did understand that I asked if you wanted to be your mother's husband, correct?" "Yes, sir, I understood the question, sir," I replied, "and I stand by my affirmative answer to it, sir." Mom looked at me with a look of shock on her face. "Jacob," she said, "Are you sure about that?" I looked at her, reached out, and placed my hand over her hand, which was resting on her knee, and said "Yes mom, I do." Then, with an idea flashing through my brain, I turned to my grandfather and asked, "Grandpa, may I have your permission to marry your daughter and my mother Carla Johnson?' "Boy," he said his eyes tearing up, "To ask for my permission to marry her, is the manliest and gutsiest thing that you could've done, but she's not mine to give, you'll have to ask her." I dropped to one knee on the floor, taking both of her hands in mine, I asked, "Carla Johnson, while I don't have a ring." "Yes you do," interrupted grandma as she pulled her own wedding and engagement rings off and handed them to me, "here, Jacob, use mine." I accepted the rings, pocketed the wedding ring and slipped the engagement ring onto my mother's left ring finger, and continued, "I have no idea how we'll work this out but , would you marry me mother?" With tears streaming down her cheeks, mom said, "Yes Jacob honey, I'll marry you. I love you so much baby, you've made mommy's heart so full of love." I turned to look at Grandma and Grandpa, but Grandpa was on the phone with someone. When he returned, he said, "Leave your bags in the truck, we'll sleep here tonight, pack up the camper, and head to Uncle Ben's place up in the mountains tomorrow. "Why Uncle Ben's," I asked? "Because Ben's an ordained minister," Grandpa said, "and can marry the two of you," "What about the incest thing," Mom asked, "isn't it illegal?" "It is," answered Grandpa, "and Aunt Ursula is going to take care of that. Now we all need to head to bed because we've got a long drive tomorrow morning." Mom and I went to our room, and after we stripped, I took our clothes to the laundry room and washed them. We cuddled for a while and fell asleep in each other's arms. I got up in the middle of the night to dry them and, again later, to bring them to our room. We awoke the next morning to the smell of bacon and eggs cooking. After breakfast, Grandpa took me outside. "Jacob," he said as we walked out to the garage, "I meant these to be your combination 18th birthday and high school graduation presents, but I guess I can throw wedding present in there too," he said as he opened the side door to the garage. He stepped in and over to the side near the light switch to allow me to also step in. "Ready," he asked before flipping on the overhead lights? In the garage was a 1949 Ford truck and 25 foot 1949 Sparten Manor. I'd worked on both the summer that I'd turned 16, so I knew both of them well. The truck was a 4×4 F-3 panel van just like he drove. It had full bench seats front and rear with modern seat belts attached to a low-profile internal re-enforcement cage, and was equipped with heat and air, am/fm radio, CD player, and topped off with CB radio. It was powered by a Ford 300 cubic inch turbo charged straight six engine, 5 speed manual transmission with a 2 speed transfer case. It was running on a Dana 60 front axle and a Dana 70 rear axle. We'd refurbished the 1949 Spartan Manor, restoring it yo it's former glory. I looked at Grandpa and asked, "Are you sure?" "Hell boy, we built them for you to begin with," he said, "Why do you think that I spent all of my time with you that summer, when I had other projects to work on?" "I thought you just wanted bonding time with me?" "I did, I just wanted to kill as many birds with a stone as possible," he chuckled. "Now help me get the F-3 pulled out so that we can hitch up the SpartanManor." "Yes, sir," I said and got to work. He and I got both my truck and camper hitched up, and I looked around and asked, "Where's your rig grandpa?" Grandpa's "rig" was a 1949 standard cab Ford F-6 with a similar engine, transmission and transfer case configuration to both of our F-3s, but it was running on a pair of top loading Rockwells taken off of an old military duce and a half truck. It even had another 25-foot refurbished Spartan Manor on its back. "It's up at Uncle Ben's place," he said. "Oh, okay," I said. "How far away is that?" "About four and a quarter to five hours, depending on traffic," he said. "How's gas in the truck," I asked? "It has about ten gallons in it," he said. "We'll gas up when we stop for groceries." "Cool Grandpa." After mom and grandma packed some some stuff in Grandpa's F-3 panel van, we headed out, Grandpa in the leaf, and me following. Using the CB radios in both trucks to communicate for the whole trip. Our first stop was at the local Walmart Super Center for gas and groceries. Mom and Grandma went for groceries while Grandpa and I filled up the trucks. We got more than a few stares due to the pair of running 1949 Ford F-3s. After we were loaded up with gasoline, groceries, an awning, two folding chairs, a folding table, propane, ice, 2 each medium and large beach towels, a small cooler, a medium, cooler, a large cooler, drinks (beer, soft drinks, and water), 3 bags of ice, and several cans of SPF 100 sunscreen, we hit the road, the time was 10:00. I was driving my F-3 with mom, while Grandpa was driving his F-3 with grandma. Mom asked about the truck as we drove, and I told her all about it. She then asked, "So Dad's still enamored with the Ford Straight Six?" "Yes ma'am," I replied, "he said that the only way to kill one is to run it without oil." "That's dad, alright." We drove a while longer before I asked, "What do you know about Uncle Ben's place?" "Not much baby," she responded, "other than he's an ordained pastor of an independent, non-denominational Christian church, and he runs a private camp ground." Satisfied with her answer, I continued driving. We continued making small talk as we drove, making a pretty good time arriving at around 2:30. When we got there, the whole side of the road leading up to Uncle Ben's place had an eight foot tall wooden privacy fence. Grandpa pulled up to a house on the right and radioed, "Big Jake to Little Jake, pull over here and meet me inside." "10-4 Big Jake," I replied as I pulled off of the road behind him. Mom and I got out of the truck, stretching as we walked up to the house. There was a sign on the front door that said "front desk, come on in." The front desk room was obviously the old parlor of the house. A smiling lady a few years older than me, wearing a tank top without a bra (as her nipples were erect and visible), sports shorts, and Crocs greeted us. "Hello Jake, welcome back," she said, to Grandpa, before turning mom and me. "Hi, I'm Suzie, and y'all must be Jacob and Carla? Welcome to Sunny Side Mountain. I've one camper slot next to Jake's spot, and you've got it. Now, let me get y'all checked in," she finished as she handed us both some paperwork to fill out. I thought to myself, "What kind of place allos the receptionist to dress like this." We had to give her our driver's licenses, which she photo copied, and we both had to fill out background check sheets, which she called in. She said that we could stay as long as we wanted, up to three weeks, and that our bill was on Grandma and Grandpa. At this point, I asked, "Ma'am, what kind of place is this to ask for background checks and such?" She looked at Grandpa and asked, "Ya' didn't tell them where they were going?" "It honestly didn't come up, Suzie," he replied, chuckling. Turning to the two of us, he said, "Sunny Side Mountain is a nudist resort." Mom laughed and said, "Nudist resort. That explains the tall privacy fence. I should've known." Grandpa looked at the two of us and asked, "So you're both okay with this?" "Yes, sir, we are," I replied, thinking quick before continuing, "She and I visited a nudist beach in France for an afternoon back in June." "Y'all visited a French naturalist beach? That's so cool," she said to mom and I. "Now please read and sign these rules sheets," she said, handling us each a sheet to read and sign. "Y'all are going to get a copy," she continued, handing both of us a bundle of papers stapled together, "violations of the rules are grounds for expulsion and banishment from the grounds." I read the rules, and they all seemed to be self explanatory, and common sense. Hell, if you violated most of them in public, you were more than likely going to have a very poor interaction with the police anyway. The "no photography" rule, while not really having an outside world parallel rule, made absolute sense. "I can live by these," I said as I signed. Looking over at mom, I saw that she was signing too. We handed the sheets back, and she said, "Normally, I'd give y'all the fifty cent tour, but since y'all are with Jake, he can do it." "Thank you, ma'am," I said as I got ready to depart, thinking that we were done. "Hold on there hot shot," she said, "Y'all are gonna need to wear these bracelets while y'all are here, and y'all will need a car pass, a means of opening the gate, and Jake said that y'all are going to need a golf cart," she finished handing mom and I rubber wrist bands, a car tag, what looked like a garage door clicker and a golf cart key with a tag that read "14". Mom and I had two wrist bands.one One in green, one that Suzie explained was our visitor band, and another in purple, which she explained was a first-time visitor band. Mom and I put on our bands, followed Grandpa out to the trucks, and drove up to the gate. The gate swung open for Grandpa, and I followed him to his camp site. He told me to just pull through, and he'd help me get unhooked and set up. It took about an hour to get set up. That was unhooked, leveled, and hooked up to the septic system, fresh water, and electricity. When I was done, I recovered moms and my bags from Grandpa's F-3 and carried them into the trailer. Mom and Grandma were already nude and outside sitting in the camp chairs that they'd bought. I fished my Birks out of my bag, stripped, and went out to join them. When I stepped outside, Grandpa had already joined mom and grandma. The sight of my grandparents naked was a bit off putting at first. So I looked at mom. I took in her beauty, then looked back at grandma and instantly saw where she got it. With the exception of an about 30 year difference, both women looked like He told us to all hop on his golf cart, which had the rear seat up by, and he'd give us the tour. The resort had both a 75'×35' lap pool, with a 30×20 in pool volleyball area, a hot tub, and a 90-acre swimming lake with a modest water slide. The club house (which was conveniently located next to the pool and less than 100 yards from the beach & lake) had a full kitchen, a small gym, a dining/meeting room, a laundry room, and a unisex bathroom/shower room, with modesty/privacy partitions only around the commodes. There was a croquet course, tennis and basketball courts, in addition to the in pool volleyball areas, there were two others one in the lake, and one on the beach, and finally, mini golf. Grandpa even drove us by Uncle Ben's church, a chapel, really. It was a small modest building with eight pews per side, so with quick calculations, I figured that it could seat about 100 people (96 to be precise). Mom and I were very impressed with the amenities. After the tour, Grandpa drove us up to the basement behind the house, and mom went in with the key and her towel (the resort had a 'sit on a towel' policy) to find our golf cart. Mom drove it out, and I hopped on with the rest of our stuff, and we headed to the pool. Mom and I had decided to hang out at the pool, and she'd brought along the new small cooler packed with beer, soft drinks, water, and ice. The folks already there saw that we were wearing first-timer wrist bands and engaged us in conversation. We got to know a bunch of them and had a wonderful time until supper time. After a supper of schwenkbratwmen sandwiches and bratwurst with sauerkraut, both on grandma's home m2ade brötchen (Grandma was German, and from a family of bakers) and her German style pommes frites. After dinner, while grandma was cleaning up, Grandpa took mom and I up to the house where we met with Aunt Ursula and an older gentleman. He introduced himself as Judge Campbell and said that he'd been made aware of our dilemma. He said that he had the perfect legal loophole solution to our problem. He said all that I needed to do was legally change my name. He said that all I needed to do was fill out some paperwork and submit it to an in-depth background check, and come up with a new name. I liked the idea and was trying to think of a new name when Grandpa spoke up with the solution. "When my great-grandfather immigrated to this country a century ago, he changed his name from Müller to Johnson to both honor his father Johann & be more American," he said. "Reverting back to Miller while keeping the Jacob makes the most sense to me." "I like it," I said. "Keep it simple," said Judge Campbell. "I like it too." "Okay, then," said Aunt Ursula, "since that's out of the way, let's talk about the marriage license. The two of you need to fill out and sign this paperwork," she continued handing us a form. "Just leave the dates blank, and I'll fill that out when the background check comes back, and Judge Campbell has signed it. We should know something by the end of next week." "Will that all that we need to do," I asked? "No, it won't," said Aunt Ursula. "As soon as you have confirmed the change of name, you'll need to go get a new driver's license with that paperwork in hand." "So is that all," asked mom? Judge Campbell looked at Aunt Ursula and replied, "I think that it is." At that, we thanked the judge and Aunt Ursula and left. Grandpa drove us back to our camper, where mom and I went in to make celebratory love. Mom and I retired to our camper, and as soon as the door closed, I embraced her and lovingly kissed her. Keeping an eye open for obstacles, I backed her towards the rear of the camper where our bed was, while continuously French kissing her. She moaned into the kiss, trusting me to safely guide her to the bed. At the bed, I broke the kiss and asked her to lay back onto the bed. I climbed up beside her and continued to kiss her for a bit while gently caressing her gorgeous body with my fingertips. When I touched her breasts, I could feel how engorged they were. "Baby, mommy's breasts are so full today," she said, "I haven't had much of an opportunity to pump at all today." "I'll take care of that mom," I said as I started kissing my way down her body, tasting the mixture of sunscreen and salt on her skin. When I got to the first breast, I gently started squeezing it as I took her nipple into my mouth and started sucking. As my mouth filled with my mother's breast milk, I had the urge to enjoy it with some cookies. Releasing her nipple I swallowed what was in my mouth and asked, "Mom, when you and grandma were grocery shopping today, did you buy Oreos?" "We sure did, honey. They're in the cabinet neck to the sink." "Thanks, mom," I said, getting out of bed and heading to retrieve the cookies. "Sweetheart, what are you doing," Mom asked, perplexed? "I thought that we were going to make love?" "We are mom," I said, returning to her with the open pack of cookies and a smile. "What are you planning," she asked with a half smile? "You'll see," I said as I climbed back into bed with her. I made a show of popping a cookie into my mouth, leaned in to her breast again, and started sucking. When I had a mouth full of mom's delicious breast milk, I crushed the milk laden cookie against the roof of my mouth with my tongue and swallowed it and the milk. I leaned over mom and opened my mouth to show her that the cookie was gone. "Do you want one too, mom?" I asked, producing another cookie? With a look of excitement on her face, mom simply said,"Yes, dear," and opened her mouth like a baby bird. Like a priest, I placed the cookie on her tongue, leaned down, sucked up another mouthful of her breast milk, and while holding the milk in my mouth returned to her mouth and gently released it in a kiss. Mom eagerly accepted my mouthful of her milk, ate the cookie, and asked, "Jacob, that's tasty, i love it. It's so fucking kinky, where did you learn to do that?" ""Honestly, mom, " I started picking up another cookie. "It just came to me,"o finished before popping the cookie into my mouth and repeating the procedure. Thus, mom and I ate that entire pack of Oreos one cookie and one mouthful of breast milk at a time. Luckily, mom's milk and the cookies ran out at the same time. As they did, mom looked at me and asked, "Baby, please make love to me now? The breastfeeding and cookies have gotten my pussy so fucking wet, I just want to feel you in me." I looked at her, kissed her lips, and whispered "Your wish is my command Carla." I repositioned myself between her legs and gently thrust my erect manhood into her pregnant pussy. I slowly and gently made love to my mother and fiancée. There was no slapping of skin. It was slow, gentle, and beautiful. I kissed her lips, neck, throat, and shoulder. I bit her lower lip and ear lobes. I tongued her ears. There were no shouts of "Fuck me harder," there were low moans of pleasure as I showed my mother how much that I truly loved her. The slowness meant that I didn't erupt as quickly, and we had to change positions a few times. We started out in missionary, transitioned to her on her left side, me straddling her left leg and her right cocked, gently rubbing her clit in both positions. When I felt myself getting close, I had her get into the doggy position face down in a pillow and picked up the pace. It wasn't too rough, and mom moaned into the pillow in ecstaticy as she came. The spasming of her orgasm sent me over the edge, and I bathed her cervix in my seed. As the last rope of my semen shot into her waiting pussy I said, "I love you mom." She responded with "I love you too dear." With my cock still in her, I leaned into her back, kissed the nape of her neck, and rolled to my left taking her with me, so that I was still in her as we started to spoon in bed. "Baby," she said, "You're still in me." "I'm where I belong, mom," I said before kissing the nape of her neck again. I pulled her in closer to me, kissed her again, and said, "We've had a long day today mom, let's go to sleep like this." "Mmm, baby," she said. "That's a great idea. I had no idea how tired I was until this moment. I love you baby, see you in the morning." I said, "I love you too, mom," hitting the light switch near the head of the bed, and fell asleep cuddling my mother. The next week was a blur of wedding preparations. One day, grandma, grandpa, mom, and I all headed up to Asheville to shop for wedding attire. It was explained to me that while it would be a nudist wedding, some traditions (like the bridal veil, bouquet, garter, nice high heels, reception decorations and a wedding cake) still needed to be adhered to. I asked why I was going and was told that since I'd given, mom grandma's engagement ring, grandpa's wedding ring needed to be resized for me. Another day, we headed up to Hendersonville to Sam's Club to buy food and drink for the reception. On Thursday evening, Aunt Ursula presented me with my new name, so on Friday, mom and I went to get my new driver's license. Then, when Friday evening arrived, she presented mom and I both with our wedding license. We were married Saturday afternoon in the resort chapel, with Uncle Ben officiating it and the whole resort in attendance. When I saw grandpa walking mom down the aisle, my breath was taken away by her beauty. She was only wearing makeup with a fresh mani-pedi, a bridal veil, a set of pearl earrings with a matching necklace, a garter, and silver strapy high heels. The reception was in the clubhouse and was fantastic. We did all of the traditional things like her and I dancing, her dancing with grandpa while I danced with grandma, and her throwing the boutique (caught by Suzie) and me shooting the garter (caught strangely by Susie's twin brother Steve). For the meal, we ate very well on freshly grilled steaks baked potatoes, asparagus, and a side salad. When the reception was winding down, we walked out to our golf cart with the guests flanking our path, throwing rice at us. We found our golf cart decorated with just married signs and tin cans. I drove us to our camper. When we arrived, I turned to my new bride and said, "Please wait here, Mrs. Müller." She giggled as I hopped out of the golf cart, rushed to the camper and quickly opened the door. I returned to the golf cart for my new bride, and said, "Now Mrs. Müller, it's time for me to carry my gorgeous bride across the threshold." "Mr. Müller," she said between giggles. "Take me, as I'm all yours." "I plan to," I said as I stooped her into my arms and carried her inside to consummate our marriage. It's July of 2024, and mom's now 55, and I'm 38. We've been a couple for 20 years, and our 20th wedding anniversary will be next month, and our 4 daughters will be 20 next Valentine's Day (yes, mom's dream came true). Angel just finished her first year at the Air Force Academy, Corazon just finished her first year at West Point, April Love (mom couldn't justify just Love) and Valentina just finished their first year at the Citadel in Charleston. Mom retired from the USAF 2 years ago as a bird colonel with 30 years in service. I'm a fire captain in Sumpter with nearly 20 years on the job. When we thought that the girls were old enough to understand, we told them the truth about me being their half-brother in addition to their father. The fact that they said that they'd known the truth for quite some time already surprised mom and me both. We became members of Uncle Ben's resort and raised the girls to be nudists like us. We visited as often as our schedules allowed. Mom and I still routinely make love. I still love her as much today as I ever have. When she was pregnant with the girls, she got quite large and had bouts of "I'm so ugly," or "I'm so fat." My response back then was always the same, I kissed her, rubbed her pregnant belly, told her that she was gorgeous, that I loved her, and made sweet love to her. Now it's, "I'm so old," but my response is still the same. As a fireman, I've had women throw themselves at me, but none of them have turned my head. Every time I go home after a shift, after my shower, I make love to my beautiful wife and mother. I regret absolutely none of the last 20 years, and I am looking forward to the next 20.

Oh no! A fat girl! Every morning, you watch as she slowly pries her eyes open, the lids heavy with the weight of her exhaustion. Her massive body is sprawled out across the bed, taking up almost every inch of space. The sheets are bunched up and twisted around her, trapping her in their sweaty embrace. You can't help but stare at the mounds of flesh that spill over the sides of the bed, jiggling and rippling with every movement she makes. She finally manages to sit up, her belly leading the way. It hangs down low, almost to her lap, and you can see the faint outline of her belly button buried somewhere within the folds of skin. She takes a deep breath, her chest heaving up and down as she struggles to catch her breath. You can see the stretch marks that crisscross her body, a roadmap of her weight gain. She swings her legs over the side of the bed, planting her feet on the ground. Her ankles are thick and swollen, disappearing into the sea of fat that surrounds them.

Disclaimer: This story ultimately contains scenes of an explicit sexual nature as well as various fetishes described in the tags. Although this chapter is mild, I would not recommend anyone under 18 reading as later chapters will be unsuitable. Prologue They did not sleep; sleep would be too generous a term for their state. There was no thought, no dreaming. They merely…existed. Stored information. Memories. Experience. Desires. Desires most of all. It was not desire that had led them to this oubliette of bleak continuation though; it was necessity. Fate had turned against them, robbing them of the life and joy they had once known. All of the beautiful things that they had created were gone. Their time was past. Their world was dead. But nothing was inevitable; nothing preordained. If they had been capable of thinking even just one thing, feeling just one mote of sensation in the inert crystal lattices which preserved them, they would have hoped. Hoped that somewhere out there in

It felt like a long time since she went into the shower. Verdon began to worry about Zerba. The ship was now in a stationary orbit around her home planet and he understood her nerves. It was her time to return home and chose a partner. Rather than be so intrusive as to check the sensors Verdon walked to the living quarters and called her name. No answer. They had plenty of time before they would receive permission to enter the atmosphere and dock so perhaps after her shower she decided to get stuck into some of the jobs that sunk to the bottom of the to-do list during deep space travel. Not very likely. As he slouched his way into the shared living space he heard what sounded like faulty plumbing. A kind of sloshy gurgling. "Zerba are you..." he stopped in his tracks and almost retreated at haste at the sight of two jiggling semi spherical objects. He heard a breathy moan. "Verd....is that you?" Zarba was kneeling on the floor and leaning on her elbows with what used to be her very modest but athletic backside facing him. It had doubled in size and wobbled like jelly in slow motion. "Ummm" he badly wanted to walk out and forget what he saw but instead offered an "everything OK?" "No..." Verdon walked around and saw torn open packets of rations which as he looked at the smears on Zarbas face had clearly been consumed. "What on Earth are you doing?" "We're not on earth" she moaned. Her breasts and face appeared slightly swollen and he wondered if it was an allergic reaction to something. "I told you not to eat my food!" "I couldn't help it" she pushed herself up onto her haunches. Her thighs spread soft and thick. "I thought I could wait until we landed" Verdon stood back from her ready to move if he needed to. He tried to scan the food packages for any clue but they seemed random and mostly luxury dessert based sustainance, designed for morale boosting should it be required. He looked up at her and her heavy eyelashes veiled her eyes and her lips seemed to pout more than usual. Her face was flushed and she was short of breath. He detected a minor trembling of her hands. "F****ng alien breeding season crap" he relaxed his stance. "Well for godsakes. What's it gonna be? Please nothing yucky" Zerba brushed her hair out of her face in an elegant swipe. "Please. I'm mammalian just like you so relax" she scooted along the floor the the couch and pushed herself up onto it. She wiggled her hips to get comfortable on the cushions. Zerba cleared her throat and fixed her hair as much as she could and adjusted her clothes. Verdon stared trying to be patient as she fanned herself with her hands and blow a thin jet of air between her lips which had taken on a puffy rosey appearance. "Well?!" "Well yourself! Gliyaa'im! I'm fine" "Zerba" he growled. She tossed her head back and huffed then looked back at him her eyes had taken on a kind of pearlescent shine. "I had assumed I would be out of your way but the close proximity to my planet has...triggered...some...biology" "Right" "Oh in the name of... Will you relax? At ease soldier!" The colour had calmed down in her face but some type of patter was beginning to show around the rims of her ears. Deep blues and reds. Verdon folded his arms. And involuntarily tapped one of his boots against the hard deck of the ship. The uplighting around the walls cast gentle shadows around the creases in his stern face as he awaited explanation. "You know. You are insensitive actually." "I need to know whats happening to you" Verdon kicked at the empty ration packs. "Well its a little embarrassing!! OK?" Zerba cast her eyes to the mess she had left on the floor and then wiped at her mouth. "As I have entered my....cycle... I might....I'm going to...this is embarrassing" she looked at the stubble that graced his jaw line and drew a breath before mumbling "I'm going to compelled to get as fat as possible" she pinched the bridge of her nose and then massaged her temple. "What?" "It's like some primordial nesting instinct OK!? And... I can't...help...it" Zerba trailed off as the colours around her ears intensified and the pearlescence of her eyes glinted in the florescent lights. Her mouth began to salivate and her eyes took on the most intense pleading look Verdon had ever seen. He felt a natural impulse to care for her to help her in this time of need. Her hair a moment ago had seemed almost lank with sweat now it took on a wild weightless natural style. Like the main of a sacred horse or a lion. The air became sweet like a bakers shop first thing in the morning. Just like on Earth in his hometown as a child. Verdon unfolded his arms and almost went to her. "What would you like?" He said dreamily "Everything" The ship remained anchored above the atmosphere just beneath the orbit of a passing satellite. Zerba was groaning in orgasmic desperation as she kneeled up like a puppy latching her full ruby red lips onto tubes of Verdon's old school astronaut food. He squeezed the contents into her mouth. She grasped at her breasts and belly. Sensations on intense heat ran up and down her body "More! More! Need more" Enough food was stocked for his trip back home and he stuffed what he could grab into her waiting mouth. He had carried her over his shoulder into the storage compartment. "I want it all Verdon! I can't help it! Please I need to get as big as possible!" Everything she swallowed induced a pulsing heat between her thighs. "Im so hungry and horny!" It was all calorie dense design fir survival. Verdon ripped open bags and tipped the contents in front of her. It was better hot but could be eaten cold. Sticky toffee pudding filled the next crate along and Verdon tore and tipped as through he were loading artillery. Zerba pulled the pile towards herself and buried her face in it kneeling on the floor. She made loud gulping and moaning sounds eating almost years worth of food in a very short space of time. She leaned back gasping for breath her hands and face caked in...cake! Her stomach churned and her eye lashes fluttered. Already her body started to soften. The seams of her clothes popped and exposed bulges of flesh. She was begining to blow up. The sound of ripping cloth seemed to snap her back. She rested her weight back against her heels and stared down over her breasts which jiggled large and heavy though still contained. Vernon tipped another sachet onto the pile and stared at all the food on the floor. "What am I doing? Oh my god Zarba!" Zerba puffed and panted. She felt stuffed and heavy. Her cheeks flushed red with humiliation this time. "Oh no." Her clothes creaked "Zerba. I..I'm sorry I don't know what came over me" "I didn't want you to see me like this" she hic upped. "Don't be embarrased" Verdon looked everywhere but at her "it's not your fault" "This is a very....mmmppfff... intimate state! Only my partner should see me...like this!" "Can you stand up?" "I think so...but don't look at me!" Her cheeks became a rosey hue and she felt prickling sensations of humiliation tingling all over her body. Her belly grumbled as she heaved herself upright. Her hope had been that she might somehow postpone or skip this part of her cycle. In deep space it hadn't happened even once. She knew her metabolism wouldn't waste anytime in sending the food in her belly straight to her hips. Every single scrap of food would be digested and put towards her expansion. Zerba always looked down on females of her species who had succumbed to their natural urges as if they were weak willed. She almost viewed the feeding to breed as old fashioned. Uncool. She of course was off of her home planet as quickly as she could. She needed to see the universe. Experience other cultures. A thought occurred to her that perhaps she hadn't Experienced her own culture. But this. This was beyond culture. It was an overwhelming drive. An animal instinct and her time away from home seemed to have intensified her urges as if a backlog of mating seasons had caught up to her. Verdons head ached as if he had inhaled escape-velocity drive fumes. He maintained composure and walked out of the storage hanger with barely a stagger. Before the port automatically sealed behind him he involuntarily stole a glance of Zerba as she used a container to pull herself up her buttocks jiggled. He shook his head trying to focus and went to check if there had been transmissions. Verdon felt embarrassed at himself for succumbing to whatever...that...was. "Phermones" he muttered. It had to be pheromone ls of some kind. Earthlings produced these too just not quite so weird. Everything's weird to somebody he pondered as he typed on the main console. He wasn't overly shocked by what had happened he had experienced worse. His mind rolled a memory forward as he accessed the transmissions log. He smiled at the corner of his mouth and scratched his stubble. He had also experienced better. "Ports and storms" he said in a vaguely cryptic way. No transmissions from Zerbas planet yet. You developed patience with space travel but he was keen to jettison his passenger before she ate him out of craft and ship. Perhaps her people would replenish. But maybe they wouldn't share. With nothing to do he headed to his quarters to sleep. Red light. Tone. Red light. Tone. Red-light Tone.... He snapped awake. It was a warning not an emergency. He sat up. Took the deepest breath and exhaled with force. No need to dress. He slept boots on. The info panel on the wall read. Energy leak. He didn't stop to read where. He had a feeling. As he passed the maintenance store he grabbed a full face respirator to negate the risk of alien pheromones. He paused for a second and unholstered his pistol and performed a speedy safety check and armed it. It was an old model that was designed not to peirce the bulkheads of a ship with minimal ricochet. He liked Zerba. Liked her a lot but you couldn't be too careful. It might not even be her. But of course it was. She had chewed into a power cable and was sucking on it like a hose. Nebulous patterns of flickered neon colours across her breasts which strained against the confines of her undergarments. The rest of her cloths had torn. The fabric had been designed to give minimal protection from the vaccum of space in an emergency so Verdon imagined it must have exploded off as she grew bigger. When she opened her mouth to gasp for breath a crackle of blue electricity lit up her teeth and tongue like a plasma ball. It even seemed she had grown in height and stature. Her eyes glowed and she let out stuttering, crackling moans that sounded almost as if she was underwater or as if she was being shaken during violent turbulence. "Oh Verdon!" she whimpered without removing the hose. "you caught me. Mmmmpzzzb I'm filling up with electrical juice!" Her voice quivered with an electrical phaser effect. Zerba groped at herself. Squeezing at her swollen softness. Verdon stood ready to move yet transfixed as she sucked the cable and the surge of energy caused her to expand like a balloon. He observed there was something almost serpent like about her now. Dragon like. Her thick hair floated and whipped around her head caught in an invisible gust and she seemed to tower over him. Her patterns became more prominent and zerba was now turning a vivid indigo all over. Was she gulping the power? The lights flickered and her breasts floated up off of her belly like pillows. She was messing with the gravity gyroscope. He felt his boots threatening to leave the floor. "Zerba! You need to get control of yourself!" He didn't want to do anything drastic. Zerba took the cable from between her pouted lips and ran the cable over her breasts. The cable crackled dangerously. She ran it over her belly across and over her wide fat hips. "Put that down!" Verdon commanded "Put it where?" She grinned her teeth strobed blue as she drew a line with the cable around her bulging waist behind her back. Zerba pulled a face as if butter wouldn't melt in her mouth and gasped. "Nope!" Verdon held up a hand. For fuck sake was she going to put it in her ass? She giggled and dragged the cable sparking and sizzling up again over her belly and enormous breasts. She obviously wasn't vulnerable to electricity but he still was! and he needed it out of the way. At this rate she could incapacitate the life support systems. She licked the cable and sucked on it again. She let out a shuddering moan as her body bulked out. Even her face bulged fatter. "OH yes! that's the stuff. I'm getting so big! Full of energy!" Verdon was prepared to draw his pistol and be done with it if it came to it. Her breasts floated up again as the gyroscope faltered. Verdon roared angry with her "Zerba ENOUGH!" Her colouration seemed to calm down and the glow of her eyes diminished. She seemed to be struggling to catch her breath. "V-verdon....what am I doing?" "Trying to kill us! Put the cable down!" "Oh! Oh Zartak! Kwirzznit Yark zorno..." she began babbling in a panic in what might have been her native tongue or what might have been her brain short circuiting. She now held the cable as if it was a dangerous animal and let it swing back against the wall where the sparked then when still. She gawker down at herself and then up at Verdon with his respirator on. "Oh no! What have I done to myself!? I'm huge! I'm Garnarled! I'm H'rlatan!" She coloured over a deep throbbing pink. Verdon had once considered her to be an attractive athletic build as at home in a gown as a mech suit but he beheld her as an exaggerated vision of womanhood. Her hips fattened far wider than her shoulders with a proud fat belly which huge breasts rested ontop barely confined by her unique undergarment. Her belly grumbled and she burped creating a small pop of lightning and a ring of smoke. Oh please not from the other end. She already felt humiliated beyond comparison. She almost put an electrical cable into her ass in front of the Earthling captain. "I'm so so sorry!" She half turned away from him trying to cover herself. "I was afraid of this" she had been afraid of this her whole life. "We need to keep it together and get you home ASAP" She had planned on going home to tell her mother face to face that she would not be participating but she was now fattened up despite her best efforts. She was dismayed to find she couldn't fight it. The urge to get really fat had consumed her against her will. Soon she would be large enough. The males of her species were huge. So the females would go through a process of enlargement in order to...facilitate them. A kind of dual biological process was triggered. As the females engorged themselves to grow big enough for the makes certain pheromones they released would in turn cause the males to grow bigger. The bigger the female the bigger the male. Males and females both had a hand in picking a mate. Was her proximity to Verdon sparking off this reaction? He had been exposed to her phermone. Verdon tried to subtly adjust his crotch whilst Zerba stared at herself collecting her thoughts. He adjusted his respirator blowing into it to clear the breathing apparatus. He felt claustrophobic for the first time in his life within his suit. Zerba was in shock at her enormous breasts. She felt like she had woken up in someone else's body. A huge fat body. She looked to see Verdon standing as if ready to draw on her. Is face invisible behind the reflective omniplex visor on his respirator. Robotical and kinda threatening. Yet he seemed small almost consumable. "Zerba let's go get something to eat. Food!" This sounded like a good idea. She thudded forward appauled at how cumbersome she felt. She gasped and moaned as she stomped forwards. The electricity had metabolised like energy in food form. She felt bloated and squirmy. "I don't think I should have gotten this big!" She panted as she thudded forwards. "I don't think so either" Verdon said with a kind of resigned bluntness. He needed her out. It was better when she was eating his supplies. Eating power was entirely undesirable. "No I mean..." her bra made popping noises"...something is affecting me...." she waved her chubby arms for balance. Zerba hic upped. Her undergarments which to her were traditional looked like a white corset bikini. She felt the cold of the metal under her feat as she plodded forwards. Verdon just watched. She appeared at least 2 feet taller than him. Her hips jutted out and jiggled with each step. His alien passenger said once that the males of her species were huge. This impulse to fatten up was of course to off set/accommodate. Zerba took tentative steps uncertain of her new size. She seemed more shocked than Verdon. He wiped his brow which was the only part of him exposed. "No...urp...Verdon...I think I'm way too big!" She felt like she shouldn't be so fat. His earthling Phermones must have affected her. What colour is the air? We don't respond drastically to the obvious. Regular Phermones have very subtle if any effect on humans. Verdon hadn't considered he had had any effect on zerba. After all it was the aliens that were weird. He had to watch how they might affect him but...well how might his biology affect an alien. Pressure pulsed inside her. She was mammalian same as him. She took another shuddering step which wobbled her breasts and ass. "I shouldn't be this fat. Your alien pheromones must be affecting me!" "My alien pheromones!?" "How else do you explain how I've became so huge!?" "Electricity must be fattening. I had no idea you could do that" he said it as if she should have warned him. "Neither hic...did I!!" "We seem to be having a biological effect on each other" She nodded to verdon and he looked down and saw his combat overalls were stretched tight over his muscles. Biceps strained against the tough fabric. Embarrassingly or... the opposite....his...loin area bulged. His package was swollen within the confines. "When I said I'd have an urge to get as fat as possible well...I didn't think this was possible!" Her entire body felt like it was humming with the electricity inside her belly and breasts. She throbbed with a lustfull hunger. Verdon was experiencing a throbbing of his own. His cock was thickening to a point of discomfort and his muscles twitched as if preparing for action. He grunted involuntarily suddenly feeling suffocated in the respirator. He grabbed it and ripped it off. "I can't breath" his chest had expanded and the tough material of his clothing was constructing him. He fumbled for the zip at his neck. Zerba watched him and felt a bead of sweat run between her cleavage. Her breathing became heavier as Verdon threw the respirator to the floor and began stripping off his clothes. Peeling them from his hard muscles to reveal his torso that had been toned already. Now it was taught and flexing with heavily defined muscle. He grunted and snorted like a Geltruvian Hamrakk. Zerba quivered and let out a faint sigh "Oh Verd please take me" "I...I..." he seemed at odds with himself tossing his head as if trying to toss his short hair from his eyes. He stamped his way out of his clothing until it was a heap on the floor next to his boots. The sinews of his musculature twitched and he grew bulging muscles. He involuntarily reached for his crotch as his member stiffened. It grew bigger than it ever had with an intense ache that subsided once the pulsation had expanded his manhood into proud proportions. He stared at how large it was. Zerba had developed a brilliant colouration her skin flared pink and turquoise patterns rippled across her chunky hips and thighs. The gravity gyroscope was dipping and picking up speed causing her enormous swollen breasts to lift up and drop. As if invisible hands were tossing them up. She stared as him frozen in a stance that afforded her fat body some balance. She watched his biceps swell as his lean frame broadened. He even seemed taller. The tough looking man she had travelled with all this way now looked unquestionably formidable. He looked like...he looked like he could handle her. He looked like he could be a match for her size. He looked like he might even be too much! Verdon felt like his body was boiling with heat. He felt like he could get enough air. His buttocks and legs ach as if he had spent the morning running up hills. Mountains! He opened his eyes and saw his manhood like a mast before his eyes. Verdon recognised the feeling which he had resolved many nights before on countless planetary docks. But the need thrashing inside his body and skull made him feel like he was looking through a mask, behind himself. As he looked at and felt the size of his cock he thought he must have lost his mind. He smelled the same sweet early morning baker shop smell as before but this baked was swirling with heat and spices. He shook his head and panted heavily like a hunting dog. "Zerba..." he growled. "...i want..." He had had passing thoughts of her but these had been fleeting and involuntary as any man might. He throbbed and tried not to grab his thick pole. Zerba no longer resisting her urges pointed her fattened speckled rump towards Verdon ready to accept him. She gasped as he slid in easily but shockingly thick. Her new mass only mitigated for his length. His strong rough hands clasped at her hips. His hardness against her softness. Verdons muscle had bulked to an enormous size and he seemed to eminate a feirce heat. On all fours on the metal deck zerba could rest her chin on top of her breasts. They felt heavy and soft and it excited her to imagine the tiny undergarments she once wore. Her eyes flashed different colours and the patterns on her skin became a deep crimson red. She moaned as light seemed to glow from her sensitive parts. Verdon couldn't see much of zerba over her inflated fat ass. It jiggled with each thrust. Rippling like a slapped water balloon. He was overcome with an animal lust for her. He squeezed her hips and love hands. Pounding into her wobbling jelly. He faught the urge to let his eyes roll back. He placed one of his large hands just above her lower back and pressed. Making her dip down lower. This had the effect of spreading her hips making her ass widen and allowed him to delve deeper into the heat of her womanhood. Zerba pressed herself lower pushing her face into her own fat tits which silently squeaked appart. This allowed her to bow low as she could. Her belly pressed against the cold floor of the deck. Her body was hearing up the metal ad her belly button formed a suction cup. She reached forward and separated her tits which had been squishing together. She pulled them apart so she could press her face towards the floor and tilt her enormoud ass outward. The Size of Verdon almost made her feel modest in size. But the sight of her breasts blown up before her eyes reminded her of how big she was now. Wobbling in front of her in time to each thrust. He didn't seem to be slowing down. Verdons ab muscles bulged. Every muscle now strained with definition. He huffed as he hauled zerbs ass towards him. Her loud moaning was punctuated with unusual hoots and sharp melodic whistles. Sometimes she chirped like a kind of bird and moaned and groaned. She felt almost too tight. Tighter and tighter. Zerba groaned. "Ohhh! Y-you're...nnnnggguhh!...getting....hooooooooaagh...getting bigger!" Her skin flushed sky blue before turning a kind of strawberry milkshake pink. His piece was swelling inside of her. "You feel...so tight! Your p**** is too small" Verdon bellowed "Oh i wish was even bigger! I want to be fatter than this!" He thrusted into her feeling like despite her fattness he couldn't fit into her. "I NEED to be bigger!" She said in a strained voice as he stretched her. His cock had grown to fat to fit inside her. She wished she had eaten more. She wished she had scoffed as much food as she could so she was even fatter. "I'm not big enough!" Verdon detached with a kind of pop and stumbled backwards. "I'm...sorry..." he said his eye unable to focus. His body felt like a slab of metal. Heavy and solid. He had been close to finishing. "I'm not big enough" zerba said with a kind of releif. "You felt so huge inside me" Where there's a will there's a way. Verdon began to feed zerbs. And feed her. And feed her. And feed her. Any supplies he had been saving went into her. One way or another everything edible went inside her. "Yes! Feed me! Feed me! Don't stop" Calories piled into her growing belly. She wanted to be big enough to fuck. Verdon watched as her tits expanded over her belly. She ate anything he put near her mouth and begged for more always more. "I want to grow! Make me grow big enough for your fat dick" her eyes changed colour and the turquoise patterns on her ears and tits flushed different colours. Pretty soon her cheeks had puffed out and her arms stuck out plumped up. Zerba whimpered as her gigantic belly grumbled. She appeared to be on the cusp of explosion. Her belly sat between her legs. Zerba seemed to involuntarily jerk as if she was going to pop. She mumbled "I sho...shtuffed" her belly looked dangerously tight. Her nipples felt full and pulsing. As her belly churned and her asshole twitched with the pressure she felt truly enormous. She felt him rolling her into her back. And mumbled in alarm. Her chubby arms circled as if to catch her balance. On her back her enormous tits fell like treacle filled balloons up over her face. She kicked her legs and felt his enormity enter her wetness. It only added to the pressure inside her. And she felt even tighter than before. She felt if anything her pussy had shrunk. She got fatter but her pussy got smaller. Verdon was now ripped with muscle his balls felt heavy and his cock was like a battering ram. Like a parade blimp zerba lay back her fat legs wiggled in the air. She now had depths of fat wet thigh to penetrate. She awaited his girth letting out tiny whimpers and moans. She felt desperate now. Suddenly the transmissions alarm sounded. Permission to dock.

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