u/pendery1

Here are a couple more photos of our pregnant goddess ✨

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Chapter One: The Goddess in White Nowhere

I never thought something like this could happen to me. When I woke up in this strange place, my first thought was: it's a dream. But no - around me stretched an endless white space, no walls, no floor, no sky. Just me and the void. My body felt strange - an unfamiliar lightness, as if I'd turned into a feather or a shadow. I could barely feel my own weight, and that terrified me. Did I die? I wandered for a long time, exploring that white infinity, until I came across a door. An ordinary wooden door with a bronze handle. Why would a door be here?

Inside was a room. And a bed. A king-sized bed, draped in dark velvet curtains, buried in pillows. And on it - her.

Short red hair, fiery as autumn leaves. Lace lingerie, almost sheer, clinging to her rounded hips and heavy breasts. But my attention was fixed on her belly. Big, tight, like a stretched drum. Her skin gleamed, her navel jutted out like a hard little button. She lay on her back, one hand resting on that enormous curve, and she was looking at me. Regally. Expectantly.

Then her gaze shifted. Her eyes lit up with joy - no, more than joy, a primal, hungry happiness.

- You came! - her voice was low, warm, vibrating like a purr. - I've waited so long for you. Finally here!

I froze. My mouth went dry. Who was she? How did she know me?

- Um… hi, - I managed, my hands trembling. - I'm here by accident. I don't know where this is. Can you… help me?

She laughed loudly - a deep, rolling laugh that made her belly tremble. And I thought I felt something move inside in response.

- Foolish one, - she exhaled, wiping a tear from her lashes. - You're not here by accident. I summoned you. Why? Well… because I wanted to. Or rather, our baby wanted to meet its father.

I felt like I'd been struck by lightning.

- Our baby? - my voice cracked. - But we… we never did anything like that!

Her eyes narrowed, a sly, almost wicked smile curling her lips.

- Never did? Oh, we did! Don't you remember that dream you wished would come true? The one where you wake up next to a pregnant goddess, smelling her heated skin, feeling the weight of her belly against your chest? You forgot?

My mouth opened. Closed. Something inside me sank. That dream. That obsessive, sweet, shameful dream I'd never told anyone about. The one where she lay beside me, huge, full, and I touched my lips to her protruding navel, feeling a tiny foot push against the skin from inside…

- That wasn't just a dream, - she ran her hand over her belly, and through the lace I could see her nipples - hard, swollen, visible even beneath the fabric. - That was a contract. I am your goddess. My womb is the temple. And inside is our child. Eight months, by the way. Almost full term.

She spoke loudly, gesturing with her free hand, and each movement made her enormous belly shift. Her navel would stretch, then go round again. From inside came a dull thud - the baby was waking up.

And I was terrified. Trembling down to my knees. My fingers shook, my head filled with white noise like the space outside. Did I die? What about my old life? My apartment, my job, my parents? Panic wouldn't help - I knew that. But the fear, cold and sticky, already coiled around my spine.

I took a deep breath.

- Um… miss, - I interrupted her stream of words. My voice was raspy, but I tried to keep it steady. - What do we do now? Prepare for the birth? When is the birth?

She froze. Her red eyebrows rose in surprise. And then - slowly, like a cat about to pounce - a sly, expectant smile spread across her lips. Oh, here it comes.

- Well, you know, human… - she rolled onto her side, propping her head on her hand, and now her belly loomed over me, huge, warm, alive. - You could start worshipping me. I am your pregnant goddess. My life and our baby's life require prayer. They require followers. So you and I will go to a world where we'll find people ready to worship me. When enough prayers come, I'll be able to give birth. And we'll live happily.

I swallowed. My throat was completely dry.

- Is that… optional?

- No! - she snapped, but immediately softened, stroking her tight curve as if soothing not just the baby but herself. - Not optional. Let's go!

A blinding light engulfed me. I felt her hot palm squeeze my hand - clammy with sweat, shaking. She smelled sweet, heavy, maternal: of milk, of warm skin, and of something else, primal, something that made my blood race faster through my veins even through the fear.

Then the light faded. Solid ground beneath my feet. A different sky. A different wind.

We were on Earth. But not my Earth.

- So, - her voice sounded right by my ear, and I felt her enormous belly press against my back - warm, tight, alive. - Where shall we begin, Papa?

I stood there, fists clenched, looking down at the unfamiliar city below. My mind was empty. But in my chest - strangely, absurdly - something warm began to flicker, something almost tender.

I'll have to live with this, I thought.

And in that same moment, inside her belly - just a few centimeters from my spine - our child kicked, confidently.

End of Chapter One.

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STORY :

I nearly dropped my keys the moment I stepped through the apartment door. After a long workday, I expected the usual quiet hallway. Instead, I found her. Yuna. My older sister, whom I hadn’t seen for nine whole months. She stood in the middle of the living room, bathed in the warm light of the setting sun, smiling as if the entire world belonged to her alone.

Her belly… God, it was monstrous. Enormous, tight, and perfectly round - a heavy sphere that seemed heavier than the rest of her body combined. Her skin gleamed, stretched to its absolute limit, with faint bluish veins visible beneath the surface. Her tank top was completely soaked; dark patches spread from her nipples as thick, sweet milk slowly trickled down the underside of her colossal belly, dripping onto the floor. Her previously modest breasts had transformed into two heavy, overflowing orbs that swayed with every breath. Her denim shorts barely clung to her widened hips. Yuna looked like she could give birth at any second.

“Yuna… what happened to you?” I breathed out, my legs turning to jelly.

She smiled even wider, slowly running her palm over her gigantic belly and pressing gently. The massive orb responded with firm, elastic resistance.

“I did it, little brother. I conducted an experiment… and this is the result. I’m pregnant. Very pregnant.”

I stepped closer. My hands trembled as I carefully touched her belly. It was incredibly hot - firm on the outside, yet soft and yielding within, like an overfilled living sphere. Beneath my palm I felt light kicks - many small bodies shifting inside that warm, crowded space. How many? Five? Ten? More? Her skin was velvety, drum-tight, and carried a sweet, milky, slightly musky scent that made my head spin.

“What… what stage are you at?” My voice cracked.

“Nine months,” she purred, pressing closer. Her enormous belly pushed warmly and heavily against my chest. “The birth is very soon. I can feel them moving… pressing downward. Do you want to feel?”

I sat down on the sofa because I could no longer stand. Yuna carefully lowered herself beside me. The sofa creaked pitifully under her new weight. She took my hand and placed it on her belly, right beneath the soaked tank top. Her skin burned. Inside, real movement was happening - waves, kicks, rolling.

“These are our babies,” she said softly, looking straight into my eyes. Her cheeks were flushed, her voice lower and more velvety. “An experiment with your… material. I wanted it to be perfect. And it worked.”

Everything inside me flipped. Shock, fear, and wild, primal arousal mixed together. I wanted to look away, but I couldn’t. Her heavy breasts rose and fell, nipples clearly visible through the wet fabric, drops of milk sliding down her skin. Her belly pulsed under my hand like a living creature.

Suddenly Yuna gasped sharply. Her face twisted for a moment, hands instinctively wrapping around the huge sphere.

“Aaah…” she moaned, and in the same instant a gush of warm, clear fluid poured between her legs, soaking the sofa and the floor. Amniotic fluid. “Brother… it’s starting…”

She wasn’t screaming in fear. There was something primal in her voice - a mixture of pain and deep, sweet pleasure. I supported her, feeling her belly harden under my hands, becoming even tighter. She breathed heavily, pressing her sweat-damp, trembling, overfilled body against me. Every contraction made her moan and arch, while I stroked her, whispering in her ear that she was beautiful, that I was right here, that she could do this.

The birth lasted a long time. One by one, small, healthy babies came into the world amid her loud, hoarse moans. Yuna clutched my sleeve, sweaty and shaking, but with every new child her smile grew wider and her eyes brighter. When the last baby was finally laid on her chest, she leaned back, breathing hard, and looked at me with such pride and tenderness that it took my breath away.

“The experiment… was a success,” she whispered, running her fingers through my hair. Her once-gigantic belly was now softer and slightly deflated, but still warm and huge. “Now we’re a real family, little brother.”

I kissed her damp temple, feeling a strange, deep warmth spreading through my chest. Everything was only just beginning.

Story: I stood in the main hall of the office, and the world around me seemed to freeze. Just moments ago I was lazily finishing my third coffee on the sixth floor, and now in front of me were three absolute goddesses of motherhood, each looking as if she might give birth right here and now. Their bellies were simply unreal - tight, shiny, incredibly heavy, with thin skin under which the outlines of active babies could be seen.

“You…” I squeezed out, staring at the blonde in the beanie.

“Yeah, me, you asshole,” she snapped, adjusting the hem of her hoodie, which barely covered the lower part of her colossal belly. “Remember how you got me drunk on cocktails at the ‘Luna’ bar and then fucked me in the car like tomorrow was the end of the world? And now look what you’ve done to me.”

Her voice was rough, but there was a hoarseness in it that I somehow recognized immediately. She stepped closer, and I caught the warm, sweet scent of her skin - a mixture of vanilla, milk, and that special, thick pregnant aroma. The blonde’s belly swayed, her taut skin gleaming under the lights. I involuntarily lowered my gaze: her heavy, swollen breasts had hard, prominent nipples, and her belly was so large that the waistband of her jeans had slid far down, revealing the soft, stretched skin below her navel.

The redhead in the black dress snorted, placing her hand on her heavy load.

“And you picked me up at the corporate party two months ago. You said I was the most beautiful woman in the world, and then came so deep inside me that I can still feel it. Now I’m carrying two of yours. And they’re already kicking like they can’t wait to get out and meet their daddy.”

The middle one, the brunette in the trench coat, stayed silent longer than the others. Her strict appearance completely clashed with this hypertrophied, overfilled belly that protruded from under her unbuttoned coat like a ripe watermelon. She looked at me with dark eyes full of a mixture of anger and a strange, almost tender weariness.

“I’m Anna. You called me ‘my strict office lady’ when you took my skirt off in the hotel room. Now I’m carrying your twins. And believe me, they’re already very actively reminding me of their presence.”

I stood there, frozen. Fragments flashed through my head: alcoholic haze, laughter, hot lips, moans in the darkness… Those memory gaps I always filled with another drink. And now - here it was. Three women from completely different worlds, each with a huge belly filled with my seed. A father of many children. Just like that.

Suddenly the blonde sharply exhaled and grabbed her massive sphere. Her belly tightened slightly, the skin stretching even tighter, and I saw a wave roll across it - one of the babies gave a strong kick. She bit her lip, her eyes momentarily clouding over with a mix of pain and strange pleasure.

“Damn… they’re especially wild today,” she hissed, but the aggression in her voice was already fading, replaced by heavy, sensual exhaustion.

Anna suddenly gasped. We all looked down at the same time. A dark wet patch was slowly spreading across her beige trousers. She blushed to the roots of her hair.

“It’s… not my water breaking,” she said quietly, almost in a whisper, squeezing her thighs together. “One of them just kicked me right in the bladder. I… I peed myself.”

Her voice trembled. There was something incredibly touching and arousing in this strict, composed woman losing control over her own body because of my children.

The redhead laughed softly, but there was tenderness in her laughter too.

“Well, Daddy? Now you’re responsible. We’re not raising your kids alone.”

I looked at their enormous, glowing, life-filled bellies, at their heavy, swollen breasts, at their faces where anger was slowly melting under the pressure of hormones and fatigue. A strange, warm, almost primal feeling spread through my chest. Fear. Responsibility. And… desire. The desire to embrace each of them, press my cheek against their hot, tight bellies, feel the kicks of my children, and inhale that thick, sweet scent of pregnancy.

“Alright…” I breathed hoarsely, stepping forward and carefully placing my palm on the nearest - incredibly hot and firm - belly, the blonde’s. “I’m not going anywhere. We’re in this together now.”

The babies inside simultaneously pushed against my palm, as if they had heard me.

And at that moment I understood: my boring life was over. A new one had begun - heavy, frightening… and incredibly sensual.

I pushed open the apartment door and was immediately hit by the thick, sweet scent of two pregnant bodies - a warm mixture of milk, feminine skin, and a light musky note of arousal. In the center of the living room stood my sisters: older Lora and middle sister Leila. Both were huge. Truly enormous.

Lora, the blonde with her usually gentle face, now looked like she was about to explode - and not just from anger. Her belly, taut and glistening, protruded so much that the white tank top was barely managing to contain it. The skin was stretched so thin and tight that faint blue veins were visible, and the massive sphere wobbled with every sharp movement. She stood with her fists on her hips, her heavy breasts rising and falling, nipples clearly outlined through the fabric.

“It was me who attracted him first!” she hissed, cheeks burning. “My belly has been bigger than yours for a long time, and the babies in there… oh…” She suddenly froze as a powerful kick from inside made the skin bulge outward in a sharp bump.

Leila, the brunette in the black dress, just purred and gracefully turned sideways, showing off her magnificent ass and her round, though slightly smaller, belly. The dress clung to her curves so tightly it looked like the fabric might tear at any moment.

“But I know how to turn him on,” she purred, slowly stroking her tight sphere with her palm. “Look at how he’s staring at me. All you can do is blush and huff.”

I stood in the doorway, feeling the blood rush downward. They were both pregnant with my children. I didn’t know exactly how it happened - or rather, I knew it all too well. But watching them so heavy, so full of me, was unbearably arousing.

“Girls…” I began softly, but Lora suddenly gasped and grabbed the underside of her belly. Her eyes widened.

“Oh… he… they…” Her voice trembled. Her enormous belly suddenly tensed, the skin growing even thinner. I saw a wave ripple across the surface, followed by another, stronger one. Lora staggered, her legs spreading slightly. “Brother… I think… it’s time…”

Leila snorted at first, but a second later her face twisted as well. Though smaller, her belly suddenly became rock-hard. She pressed both hands to the tight sphere and let out a low, drawn-out, feminine moan.

“No… me too… ahh… they’re coming too…”

I quickly approached and embraced Lora first - she was the heaviest. Her belly pressed against me, hot, alive, and throbbing. I could feel the kicks from within, hear her breathing heavily against my neck, her swollen breasts rubbing against my chest. Milk was already starting to seep through the fabric.

“Hold on, big sis,” I whispered into her ear, one hand cradling the underside of her massive belly, the other supporting her lower back. “I’m here. You’re so beautiful… so full of me…”

Lora whimpered from both pleasure and pain as the first real contractions hit her. Her body trembled, her thighs instinctively spreading wider. I helped her down onto the wide sofa, where she lay on her side, pushing her enormous belly upward. Her skin glistened with sweat, her navel popped out like a ripe cherry.

Leila refused to be left out. She pressed herself against me from behind, her belly pushing into my back - hot and tight.

“And me… please…” she whispered, kissing my neck. “We’re both… yours…”

The births began almost simultaneously. Lora went first - her overfilled body finally beginning to release. I held her hand, stroking her gradually softening belly, whispering how incredible she was as a mother, how incredibly sexy she looked giving birth to my children. Every time she pushed, her breasts swayed, and a sweet moaning sound escaped her lips.

Leila had it harder. Her belly was stretched to its absolute limit - the skin shone like a drum, and I was afraid it really might burst. I knelt between her legs, supporting the massive sphere with both hands, feeling the two babies kicking inside. She looked at me with wet, loving, and lust-filled eyes.

“Brother… I got so huge… for you…” she gasped between contractions.

When it was all over, the room smelled of sweat, milk, and new life. Two sets of twins - strikingly similar to me - were calmly dozing on their mothers’ breasts. Lora and Leila lay side by side, exhausted but radiant. Their bellies were now soft and deflated, yet still beautifully rounded. Their skin glistened, their breasts full of milk, nipples dark and sensitive.

I kissed Lora’s damp forehead first, then kissed Leila on the lips.

“You two… are the best,” I said softly. “And the sexiest.”

Lora smiled weakly, while Leila gave me a mischievous squint, already gently stroking her softened but still sensitive belly.

“Then… when we compete again… you’ll choose both of us, right?”

I just laughed and pulled them both close, feeling the warmth of two maternal bodies, filled to the brim with me.

This story was only just beginning.

STORY:

She was sitting on our wide bed, leaning back against the pillows, her enormous, tightly stretched belly protruding forward like a ripe fruit ready to burst with life. Long, fiery-orange fox ears twitched nervously atop her head, while her lush, fiery-red hair cascaded over her shoulders and chest. Her white T-shirt with "FORLIM" printed on it was pulled up high, fully exposing the smooth, glistening skin of her massive round belly, with its dark, sensitive navel now protruding like a ripe cherry. Her hands rested on the sides of this miracle, fingers trembling slightly, and her fluffy orange tail with a white tip lashed irritably across the sheets. Her face was a mix of anger and embarrassment: furrowed brows, narrowed golden eyes, and slightly parted lips, from which a scolding was about to burst forth.

“You’re staring again, you idiot?!” she growled, though her voice trembled slightly despite the roughness. I sat on the edge of the bed opposite her, unable to tear my eyes away. My fox girl, my fiery tsundere whom I loved so hopelessly, was now carrying our child. Her belly was simply huge - heavy, full, and alive. Beneath the thin skin, faint movements were sometimes visible: a little kick here, a soft press there, as if the baby was reminding us of his presence.

I couldn’t help but smile. She immediately blushed all the way to the tips of her ears.

“What are you grinning at, moron?! You’re the one who knocked me up!” She pointed an accusing finger at me, but her other hand instinctively slid under the heavy sphere of her belly, lifting it slightly as if to ease the weight. “Because of you I can barely walk now, my tits hurt like two overripe watermelons, and my back… aaah, damn…” she let out a soft moan as another kick from the baby made her round belly tense and ripple.

I moved closer. The scent of her body - sweet, milky, with a light musky note of a pregnant vixen - hit me harder than any aphrodisiac. The skin on her belly was incredibly hot and velvety. I reached out and gently placed my palm on the tight mound.

“Don’t touch me, you pervert…” she grumbled, but didn’t push my hand away. Instead, her fingers covered mine, pressing them more firmly. Beneath my palm, I felt the baby move again - a strong, confident kick right into my hand. She gasped softly, her eyes momentarily clouding with pleasure and a hint of pain.

“You… you made me like this… so huge,” she whispered more quietly, looking away. Her ears flattened against her head. “Every day I feel him growing inside me. My breasts are so full, my nipples have become so sensitive that even this shirt irritates them… And my belly… it’s so heavy, it pulls downward, but… but I… I love him. And I love you too, you fool, even though it’s your fault.”

Suddenly she grabbed me by the collar and pulled me closer. Her big, warm belly pressed against my chest - firm, alive, and pulsing. I felt her hard, swollen nipples rubbing against my skin through the thin fabric of her T-shirt.

“Just try leaving me alone with this belly again,” she hissed into my ear, but the tip of her tail was already gently wrapping around my leg. “I’ll knock you up next… I mean… well, you get it, idiot.”

I smiled and kissed her hot forehead, feeling our future family stir inside her once more. She only huffed, hiding her happy face against my chest, and pressed my hands even tighter to her magnificent, life-filled belly.

STORY:

I had just stepped into the bedroom, taking off my jacket, when her voice - capricious and trembling slightly with emotion - immediately filled the room.

“You’re late again? Are you serious, leaving me alone all day like this?!” She propped herself up on one elbow, and her enormous belly swayed with a heavy, full wave, making me freeze in place. The white T-shirt stretched even tighter, clearly outlining the dark circles of her swollen nipples, sensitive even to the slightest movement. “Your baby was kicking all night, as if he knew Daddy had run off to work. My belly is so heavy… the skin is stretched so tight it feels like it might burst, my breasts are aching and filling up, and here I am, lying like an overripe fruit, waiting for you to finally come back and touch me.”

I walked closer, unable to tear my eyes away from her body - this miracle I had planted inside her myself. Her tail twitched nervously and wrapped around my leg, as if refusing to let go. She looked up at me, her eyes shining with a mixture of resentment and that special hormonal tenderness that made her especially vulnerable and desirable.

“You can’t even imagine what it’s like to carry such weight…,” she continued, running her hands over her massive belly. I saw a small kick press outward under the skin for a moment. “I constantly feel so full, hot, and sensitive… The baby keeps reminding me of his presence, and my breasts… they’re so heavy, so sensitive that even the fabric of the T-shirt sends shivers through me. And you left. Again.”

Her voice softened on the last words, her ears twitching. I sat down on the edge of the bed, placed my hand on her tight, warm belly, and felt it respond with a gentle, living tension. She sighed softly and pressed closer. In that sigh, there was no real anger anymore - only a deep, intimate need for my care, for my hands that knew every new curve of her changed body.

“I’m sorry, my love,” I whispered, tracing my fingers over the taut skin and feeling her tremble at the touch. “I’m here now. And I’m not going anywhere until I’ve pampered every single one of your moody little cells.”

Her tail wrapped more tightly around me, and a satisfied, slightly shy smile appeared on her lips. The evening was only just beginning.

STORY:

You think I didn’t notice how you’ve been staring at me in the hallway, neighbor? Those hungry eyes of yours, sliding all over my round, tight belly… I’m a real red-haired fox, and today I’ve decided I’m done hiding. Come closer. Look at how my pregnant breasts sway heavily in this tight top, how the skin on my belly is stretched so tight - shiny and incredibly sensitive. I know it turns you on. I can see it in your eyes.

Mmm, don’t look away, hero. Put your hand right here - can you feel him moving inside? My hot, full belly is so soft and yet so firm, overflowing with life. I wear these tiny shorts on purpose so you can admire how pregnancy has made my hips wider and my ass even more tempting. I’m a hot little thing who isn’t shy about her desires. And right now, I want you to touch me exactly the way you’ve been fantasizing about at night while I walked past your door.

I’m a sly little fox who never misses an opportunity. Come to me tonight, handsome neighbor. I’ll let you explore every curve of my pregnant body, kiss these round, sensitive breasts, and stroke my belly - the one you can’t take your eyes off. I’ll moan in your ear how wet and burning hot I am because of this pregnancy… You do want me, don’t you? Then don’t make your little fox wait. I’m already on fire for you.

Story:

I stood frozen in the bedroom doorway, unable to move.

On the large bed, bathed in warm evening light, she was on all fours — my personal maid, Lizel. Her golden-blonde hair spilled out from under her white frilled headpiece, and her usual black-and-white uniform was barely containing what was happening to her body.

Her once neatly tucked breasts were now incredibly large, swollen, and heavy. Dark wet patches had soaked through the thin fabric of her blouse. The milk was no longer just dripping — it was steadily flowing down her skin, leaving shiny trails across her black dress and white apron. And lower...

Her belly was enormous. Round, tight, and stretched to its absolute limit. It protruded noticeably, straining against her skirt, and swayed gently with every small movement.

Lizel turned her head toward me. Her cheeks were flushed crimson, her eyes wet with shame and arousal. She bit her lip, but still spoke in a trembling yet demanding voice:

“Master… are you really just going to stand there and watch? Your maid is about to burst… My breasts are so full they’re leaking everywhere… and my belly is so huge…”

She gave her hips a slight sway, and I watched as another thick drop of milk fell from her swollen nipple onto the bedsheet.

“Young Master…” Lizel’s voice dropped, becoming almost pleading. “I can’t hold it anymore. Since this morning… no, for the past several days… everything inside me has been swelling. My breasts are so heavy they hurt. No matter how much I try to milk myself, the flow never stops. And my belly… look how big it’s become. It feels like I’m going to tear apart…”

She lowered herself slightly, pressing her heavy chest against the bed. The movement caused even more milk to gush out, leaving large dark stains on the white sheets. Lizel let out a soft moan, her eyes half-lidded.

“If you don’t help your poor maid… I really will burst. Please… touch me. Feel how full I am. Or…” She slowly spread her knees, showing just how soaked she was beyond just her breasts, “or use me right away, while your maid can still serve you properly.”

Our eyes met. There wasn’t a trace of her usual modesty left — only desperate, sweet desire.

“Come on, Master… Don’t make me wait. I’m already all yours… both outside and inside.”

Lizel gently rocked her massive belly from side to side, emphasizing every word. Milk continued to drip. The air in the room grew thick with a sweet, heavy scent.

I took a step forward.

And I realized that tonight, my loyal maid wouldn’t be getting up from this bed until we had taken care of… all her problems.

Story:

The blonde maid, whose body had long since stopped belonging to her due to her rounded pregnant belly, stood on all fours on the wide bed, playfully lifting her black skirt with white frills. Her full thighs trembled slightly, and her heavy, swollen breasts barely fit inside the tight corset of her maid uniform. The girl turned her flushed face toward you, her eyes sparkling with excitement and desperate lust.

“Master… I can’t hold back any longer,” she whispered in a trembling but sweet voice, gently swaying her hips and drawing attention to her noticeably rounded belly. “This body… it’s no longer mine. It’s yours. Every day it reminds me how you filled me completely, how it has changed — become so sensitive and heavy… I need my Master right now. Please, take your pregnant maid before I lose my mind with desire…”

Her fingers gripped the sheets tighter, and her breathing quickened. A sweet scent of her arousal mixed with the light fragrance of expensive perfume hung in the air. The maid looked at you pleadingly, gently biting her lip, completely surrendering herself to her Master — a body that now belonged only to him and the child she carried under her heart.

Story:

I sat at my desk in the living room, trying to focus on the laptop screen. Exams were coming up, but my head was occupied with something else entirely.

My older sister Sophie was here again. She was always around lately. Tall, with long golden-blonde hair cascading over her shoulders and those warm, slightly glossy crimson eyes. Right now she was leaning against my desk, elbow resting on the wood, body tilted forward. The white silk dress-shirt she loved wearing at home was struggling to contain her noticeably enlarged breasts. The buttons across her chest were stretched tight, revealing a soft, deep cleavage. And her belly… round, heavy, already prominently showing at eight months, swayed gently with every little movement.

“Bro…” her voice was sweet, a little husky. She rested her chin on her palm and looked up at me with that signature smile. “It’s heavy again today. My belly is pulling, my breasts… they’re so full. I just want someone to hold them.”

I swallowed hard and forced my eyes back to the monitor.

“Sophie, not this again. I told you — if something’s wrong, go see the doctor.”

She let out a soft laugh, but there was a tremble in it. Hormones. She’d told me they were driving her crazy: one moment she wanted to cry for hours, the next… she wanted something completely different.

“A doctor can’t give me what I really need,” she whispered and straightened up slightly. As she did, the hem of her dress rode up higher than it should have. Black lace panties on her full, round thigh flashed for a brief second before she “casually” tugged the fabric back down. But I had already seen.

My heart pounded.

It happened constantly.

In the mornings she would come out of her room in the same shirt, the top two buttons undone. Her pregnant breasts, now much larger and heavier, swayed with every step. Sometimes she would come up behind me while I was washing dishes and press her belly against my back.

“Can you feel it?” she’d whisper into my ear. “He’s so heavy now… My little one. And Mommy… Mommy is tired of carrying this weight alone. My breasts ache, my nipples are so sensitive… I want you to look. Or touch. You wouldn’t leave your big sister like this, would you?”

I’d blush to my ears, mumble something about “we can’t” and “we’re siblings,” then escape to my room. But every night, lying in bed, I remembered that soft, warm belly pressed against me and the sweet scent of her skin — vanilla from the stretch mark cream she used.

She knew exactly what she was doing.

One evening she “accidentally” spilled tea on herself. The thin white fabric turned see-through instantly. The dark circles of her nipples showed clearly, and the wet hem clung to her thighs and round belly, highlighting every curve.

“Oops…” she looked at me with pitiful eyes. “Help me change? It’s hard for me to bend over…”

I helped. My hands trembled as I unbuttoned the wet shirt. Her large, swollen breasts spilled out almost immediately — heavy, hot, and beautiful. Sophie let out a quiet moan.

“See how full they’ve gotten? For the baby… but for you too, if you want.”

I fled the room, muttering apologies.

Today she was especially persistent.

Sophie sat on the edge of my desk, legs slightly parted. Her dress had ridden up high — her black panties completely visible. She wasn’t even pretending it was accidental anymore. One hand rested on her round belly, slowly stroking it.

“Bro…” her voice trembled. “I almost cried all day today. I need warmth so badly. Not just a hug. I need to be… taken. I need someone strong to come inside me and fill this constant aching emptiness. The hormones… they’re killing me. I can’t think straight anymore. Only about you.”

She took my hand and placed it on her belly. The skin was hot and tight. I felt a light kick from inside.

“He wants Daddy close too,” she smiled through the tears in her eyes. “And I… I want my little brother. I want you to stare at my pregnant breasts, touch this belly you’ve started loving so much… I see the way you look at me. You can’t look away anymore.”

I tried to resist. One last time.

“Sophie… we can’t. This is wrong.”

She leaned closer. Her full lips almost brushed my ear.

“Wrong is leaving me suffering like this. Look at me. Am I beautiful? With this big, sexy belly… with these heavy breasts… I’ve become a real mommy. Your mommy. Don’t you want to help your big sister?”

Her hand slid down toward my pants.

I broke.

I gave in.

It happened on her bed. Sophie lay on her back with pillows under her lower back so her huge belly would be comfortable. Her dress was completely unbuttoned, breasts fully exposed — heavy, gorgeous, with dark, swollen nipples. She spread her legs, showing me her soaked panties.

“Come inside me, bro…” she whispered, breathing heavily. “Fill your pregnant sister. I’ve waited so long…”

When I entered her, she moaned loudly and arched her back. Her arms wrapped around me, and her round belly pressed against my stomach with every thrust. It was incredible — hot, tight, and wet. She whispered filthy, tender things into my ear:

“Do you feel how deep you are? My belly… it’s right between us… So sexy, isn’t it? Your sister-mommy… now completely yours…”

Her body shook. Months of hormonal tension finally exploded into a long, powerful orgasm. She cried and laughed at the same time, squeezing me inside her.

When I came, filling her, Sophie hugged me tightly, pressing my face into her soft, warm breasts.

“Finally…” she whispered happily, stroking my hair. “Now you’re not going anywhere. We’re doing this every day… until I give birth. And after that… again. So the next belly can be yours too.”

I closed my eyes, burying my face in her soft, warm skin.

The resistance was over.

And damn it… I didn’t regret it one bit.

STORY

Darkness slowly receded. For nine months I had been in a deep magical slumber - a ritual meant to restore my strength after the great war. When my eyelids finally lifted, the first thing I saw was three pairs of shining blue eyes and three enormous, oil-glistening pregnant bellies.

Three elf maids in black-and-white uniforms stood right beside my bed. Their long golden hair was braided into matching plaits, and their pointed ears twitched under frilly maid caps. They all curtsied at the same time, causing their heavy, life-filled bellies to sway with a slow, ponderous motion.

“Master…” they whispered in sweet, trembling voices in perfect unison.

I sat up sharply. When I had fallen asleep, they had slim waists. But now…

“What… happened?” I asked hoarsely, unable to tear my eyes away from their bodies.

The left maid, with a slightly mischievous smile, stroked her tight, perfectly round belly that resembled a ripe autumn pumpkin.

“During these nine months while you slept, we have been carrying your offspring, Master. It is our duty to continue your bloodline. My belly… it has become so heavy and firm, like a fully grown watermelon inside. The skin stretched tight, my navel popped out… and every movement of the child sends sweet tremors through my whole body.”

The middle one, the bustiest of the three, cradled her incredibly huge, hanging belly with both hands. It was the largest and jiggled slightly.

“Mine… has become so enormous, Master. Like an overripe melon ready to burst. My breasts swelled with milk, my hips widened… I could barely walk during the last two months. I thought only of you the entire time. Of how you would wake up and see what we have become.”

The right maid, with the most lustful gaze, lifted the hem of her skirt, showing off her black stockings and smooth skin. Her belly wasn’t perfectly round but high and oval, with visible kicks from within.

“And mine… it’s so alive. It feels like two little demons are fighting inside. I felt them growing, how my entire body reshaped itself according to your will. My thighs became thicker, my ass heavier, and my nipples… incredibly sensitive. We waited so long for you to wake up.”

All three stepped closer at once. Their bellies almost touched the edge of the bed.

“We are ready to give birth to your heirs right now,” whispered the middle one, running her fingers along the dark line under her belly. “But for that… we need your seed once more. So the birth will be easy and sweet.”

They slowly began to untie the ribbons of their dresses. Black fabric slid down, revealing full breasts and massive bellies. Six hands reached for me.

I couldn’t resist. Their voices, scents, and the sight of these changed, fully ripened bodies were too overwhelming.

I took the left one first. She straddled me, pressing her tight “watermelon” belly against mine. Every kick from inside echoed through both of us. She moved greedily, moaning, pressing my palms to her stretched skin.

Then the middle one - her enormous belly lay heavily and hotly on me. She moved slowly and deeply, as if wanting to memorize every second.

The right one was the wildest. Her “twin” belly shook with every thrust as she whispered dirty, devoted words into my ear about how she wanted to bear me an entire army.

When I finished inside each of them, filling them to the limit, the air filled with magic.

The first (left) maid suddenly gasped. Her tight round belly tensed sharply.

“Master… they’re coming!”

She clutched her belly, and after several powerful contractions, the first strong dark elf child was born. Right after him came the second. She laughed happily, pressing the babies to her chest.

The second (middle) maid moaned louder. Her giant belly dropped even lower.

“So… heavy… but it feels so good!”

One after another, two large and strong heirs emerged from her. She smiled exhausted but blissfully, watching them reach for her milk.

The third (right) maid gave birth the fastest, her belly moving actively until the very end.

“They’re rushing out… your children!”

Two lively, already crying babies came into the world. She immediately hugged them, kissing their heads.

Four babies now lay on the wide bed, while the three maids — noticeably slimmer but still with soft, rounded bellies — pressed against me from both sides.

“Master…” the left one whispered, tracing a finger down my chest.

“We are ready again. Our bodies already crave your seed.”

The middle one kissed my neck:

“We will build you an army of darkness. Dozens… hundreds…”

The right one licked my ear:

“Just say the word — and we will once again become your plump, pregnant, devoted maids.”

I looked at my first children and smiled into the darkness.

“Then let’s not waste time.”

STORY:
Me and Miu had always been together. 

Since the first day of high school, this red-haired girl with huge mouse ears and a long pink tail that constantly tangled around my feet had become my shadow. We ate bento together on the rooftop, ran away from the math teacher together, and blushed together whenever our classmates teased us as a “couple.”

And then she disappeared.

Miu hadn’t come to school for two whole weeks. Her messages were rare and dry: 

“I’m fine. Don’t worry. Just feeling a bit sick.” 

When I offered to come over, she replied after an hour: “No need. Really. I’ll handle it myself.”

But I couldn’t just “not worry.” 

So on Saturday evening, I stood in front of her apartment door and pressed the doorbell.

The door opened.

And I forgot how to breathe.

Miu stood in the doorway, gripping both sides of the frame as if afraid she might fall. Her big ears were pressed flat against her head, her cheeks were burning red, and sweat glistened on her forehead. But the main thing… was lower.

Her belly. 

Huge, shiny, and drum-tight. Her skin was so smooth and thin that I could clearly see something moving inside. Waves rippled across it constantly, as if several living beings were desperately trying to get out. Her pink tail twitched nervously behind her.

“…Miu?” My voice cracked.

She lifted her huge, tear-filled, panicked eyes to me.

“Kyo-kun… I told you not to come…”

I couldn’t say anything. I could only stare at her incredible belly. It was so big that her light checkered top barely fastened under her chest, and her jeans were unbuttoned and pulled down below her hips.

“Are you… pregnant?”

Miu gave an awkward smile, showing her small sharp teeth. Her ears twitched.

“Well… yes. But also no. I don’t know how to explain this…”

We sat on her bed. Miu hugged her belly with both arms, as if trying to calm it. It kept moving, as if responding to her touch.

“I’ve… been in love with you for a long time,” she said quietly, not looking up. “For a really, really long time. I wanted you to look only at me. I dreamed… about having children with you. Stupid, right?”

I stayed silent.

“I found a weird ‘hypnosis for making wishes come true’ on the internet. It said you could temporarily feel what it’s like to be pregnant… just to understand. I thought: ‘If I can feel like I’m carrying Kyo-kun’s children even for one day… maybe it’ll make me feel better.’ I went to sleep thinking only about you.”

She smiled bitterly.

“And the next morning… this.”

Miu ran her palm over the tight skin of her belly. Something inside gave a strong kick, and she shuddered.

“I thought it would go away on its own. I waited one day, two, a week… They only became more active. I tried every folk remedy to ‘induce labor’ — nothing worked. I’m scared, Kyo-kun… I don’t know what this is or how to stop it.”

I should have been terrified. I should have called an ambulance, her parents, anyone.

Instead, I couldn’t take my eyes off her belly.

It was… incredibly beautiful. Smooth, glistening with sweat, and constantly alive. Every kick sent a jolt straight to the bottom of my stomach. I felt myself blushing.

“Miu…” I breathed hoarsely, reaching out my hand.

She didn’t pull away. Instead, she took my hand herself and placed it on her belly.

It was hot. Something powerful pushed against my palm from inside.

“Ah…” Miu let out a soft moan. “They… they can feel you.”

The next second, we were kissing. Greedily, clumsily, desperately. Her massive belly pressed against me, and the sensation drove me crazy.

We couldn’t stop.

Miu moaned, wrapping her legs and tail around me while I kissed her tight, wriggling belly. Every movement inside made her tremble and squeeze around me. We moved in rhythm with whatever was happening inside her.

“Kyo-kun… I… I’m about to…!”

Her back arched. Her eyes rolled back. And then I felt something change.

“My water… broke…” she gasped.

And it began.

Miu cried out, clutching my shoulders. Her belly convulsed, visibly shrinking before my eyes. I held her, whispering incoherent words and stroking her ears. And then…

It was over.

Her belly suddenly deflated, becoming almost flat again, only slightly rounded like before. Miu breathed heavily, drenched in sweat, but smiling. Happy and exhausted.

“They’re… gone,” she whispered. “I’m me again…”

We lay in each other’s arms for a long time. I gently stroked her now nearly flat tummy while she purred against my neck.

Three days later, Miu was back at school. Everything was like before. We walked to the rooftop together again, laughed, and her tail tangled around my feet once more.

But sometimes, when we were alone, I noticed her thoughtfully stroking her belly.

And last night, while she was already asleep on my chest, I heard a quiet sound.

Grrrr…

Her now completely flat tummy twitched slightly.

Miu smiled in her sleep and hugged me tighter.

“Kyo-kun… it seems they want to come back again…”

I looked at the ceiling and realized I was smiling too.

Looks like this strange, crazy, sweet story of ours isn’t over yet.

STORY:
I came to this club just to switch my brain off. Work had been devouring me for the third month straight – deadlines, meetings, constant stress. I just wanted to sit in a dark corner, drink some whiskey, and stare at the lights.

Instead, my eyes immediately locked onto her.

A tall, black wolf girl in a shiny latex dress that was barely containing her body. And what a body… Her enormous, heavy, perfectly round belly protruded forward like she was in her final weeks. The smooth, glossy skin of her belly was stretched tight, and underneath, several pups were clearly moving. Her full, milk-swollen breasts could hardly fit in her deep cleavage, and even from a distance I could see thin white streams of milk slowly dripping down the black latex.

I swallowed hard. 

“Don’t stare. Don’t stare, you idiot. She’s pregnant, and you…”

But my eyes wouldn’t obey. Every time she moved around the pole, that massive belly swayed, and I felt my brain melting.

Suddenly, she turned her head. Golden eyes met mine. The corners of her black lips curled into a predatory smile.

“Got you,” her expression clearly said.

The wolfess let go of the pole and confidently walked toward me, slightly waddling from side to side because of her huge belly. The closer she got, the more intense the movement inside became. Her belly was literally churning – strong, visible kicks coming one after another.

“Oh… they’re especially active today,” she purred in a low, velvety voice as she stopped right in front of me. One hand gently stroked her massive sphere. “They can sense the Alpha of the pack. You are an alpha, aren’t you?”

I opened my mouth, but nothing smart came out.

“I… just…”

“Mmm, don’t lie,” she leaned in closer, and I saw fresh milk leaking from her nipples, leaving wet trails on the shiny latex. “Your scent… it excites them. And me too.”

 

Her belly pressed against me. Hot. Tight. Inside – a full storm of kicks. She let out a soft moan when one particularly strong kick landed under her ribs.

“See? They already consider you theirs. Want to feel?”

I couldn’t hold back anymore. I reached out and placed my palm on her incredible belly. It was incredibly firm yet soft at the same time. Several little paws immediately pushed against my hand from within.

“Fuck…” slipped out of me.

The wolfess grinned with satisfaction, showing her fangs.

“Bathroom. Now. Before I start leaking all over the dance floor.”

We barely managed to close the stall door.

She pressed her back against me, tail lifted high, hands braced on the wall. Her enormous belly prevented me from pressing fully against her, and that only turned us on more. I wrapped both hands around that heavy, shifting sphere, feeling the pups continue their energetic movements inside.

“Harder…” she growled, “they love it when you feel them…”

Milk flowed from her breasts straight onto my hands. She was wet, burning hot, and completely lost in desire.

But once wasn’t enough for either of us.

An hour later, we were already at my place.

This time without any rush. I laid her down on my bed and spent the next two hours slowly, thoroughly, and greedily exploring every inch of her massive pregnant body. Every kick inside her, every drop of milk, every moan and growl she made.

When we finally exhausted ourselves, she curled up against my side, resting her heavy belly on my thigh. The pups were gradually calming down.

“Staying?” I asked quietly, running my hand through her fur.

She smiled sleepily, showing her fangs, and licked my neck.

“Of course, Alpha. You’re not getting away from the pack now…”

I closed my eyes, feeling her heavy, warm, living belly gently pressing against me.

 

And for the first time in a long while, I fell asleep with a smile.

I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, sleepily blinking. Just another ordinary morning. Dinner with my brother yesterday, light rain outside the window - nothing special. I decided to take a quick shower before lectures. I took off my pajamas, slipped on my favorite white T-shirt with the two kittens - the one he gave me for my birthday. Black lace panties, just for the mood. Turned on the warm water.

“Phew… This feels so good. Just don’t fall asleep standing up.”

I was already lathering my hands when I felt a strange warmth in my lower belly. At first I thought the water was too hot. But then… it started growing.

“Hey… Hey, hey, what the hell?!”

My eyes widened. My stomach, which had been flat as a washboard just seconds ago, began to slowly but steadily inflate. Like someone had turned on an invisible pump. My skin stretched tight, becoming smooth and glossy. The T-shirt rode up, revealing a huge, round, heavy sphere.

“No-no-no, this is a dream, definitely a dream! I didn’t eat anything weird yesterday! Just yogurt and… wait, does yogurt do this?!”

My belly kept growing. It was already the size of a basketball. I instinctively grabbed it with both hands - hot, tight, and something inside… was moving. A light kick from within. Then another. Stronger.

“Eeeek?! Who… who are you in there?! Get out right now, I didn’t sign up for this! Brother! Broooother!!!”

I tried to take a step toward the door to grab my phone, which was on the shelf in the hallway. But my legs gave out. This enormous, wet, dripping belly was pulling me down. Milk also started leaking from my breasts - warm streams soaked through the thin fabric of my T-shirt, leaving wet spots right on the kittens’ faces. I turned bright red.

“This… this is milk?! Am I a cow now?! Wait, no - cows don’t look this… weirdly sexy-horrifying! Oh my god, I’m going to burst like an overripe watermelon!”

I stood in the middle of the bathroom, completely soaked, with a massive moving belly that now reached almost to the middle of my thighs. The shower water kept pouring down, mixing with milk and sweat. The mirror reflected my shocked face with an open mouth and flushed cheeks

“I… I haven’t even… with anyone… or have I? No, I definitely didn’t! I would’ve remembered! Brother’s going to kill me. First me, then him. Or the other way around. Just please, not in this T-shirt!”

A sharp pain suddenly hit my lower abdomen. Something warm trickled down my legs. My water broke. My eyes filled with pure terror.

“No-no-no, not now! I haven’t even picked a name yet! I don’t have a stroller! And… and I haven’t finished the semester!”

I felt pressure. Something was starting to move downward. My heart was pounding like crazy. I grabbed the edge of the sink, my legs shaking.

“It’s… it’s coming out… I’m about to…”

…

I bolted upright in bed, breathing heavily. My heart was racing. My room. My normal room. Ordinary morning. Sunlight filtering through the curtains. My stomach… was flat. Completely flat. I ran my hand over it - nothing. No kicks, no weight. Just a light sheen of sweat on my skin.

“…A dream. Just a stupid dream. Haha… of course.”

I laughed nervously and fell back onto my pillow. But my gaze accidentally landed on the bedside table.

There, next to my phone, lay an unopened pregnancy test. The one I bought yesterday… just in case. Because my period was already a week late.

I froze.

“…Brother. I need to call my brother.”

STORY:

I was sitting on the edge of the bed, rubbing my eyes. The morning had just begun, and soft sunlight was pouring into our living room through the large windows. Every day was the same — and yet somehow special. My older sister, Ava, was working out again.

She had always been like this. Since childhood, she ran in the mornings, stretched, trained her abs, and did squats. Even after we grew up and started living together following our parents’ move, nothing changed. Ava was Ava — stubborn, energetic, with a perfect body... which had now changed a little.

She was six months pregnant.

I quietly walked into the hallway and stopped at the entrance to the living room. She was there. On the orange yoga mat, just like in the old photos — only now everything looked different.

Ava stood in a deep forward fold, legs spread wide, palms pressed against the floor. Her long blonde hair hung down, almost touching the mat. The tight white shorts clung perfectly to her incredible ass — round, firm, and noticeably fuller after these months. Pregnancy had made her even more... womanly. Her buttocks had become plumper and heavier, and the fabric of the shorts hugged them so seductively that every time she swayed slightly during the stretch, it took my breath away.

Below that was her belly. Round, beautiful, and already prominently showing. Six months. It swayed gently with every movement, stretching the thin fabric of her top. I could see how her skin glistened slightly from the morning freshness and light sweat. That little belly... it was the most tender and at the same time the most arousing sight in my life.

And higher up — her breasts. God... Pregnancy had been very generous with them too. Large and heavy, they pushed forward strongly, barely contained by her white top. In this bent position, her breasts almost touched her arms, jiggling with every breath. Her nipples faintly showed through the thin material.

"Ava..." I called softly, unable to look away. "You're at it again..."

She slowly straightened up, turned her head, and smiled at me. There was light fatigue and pride on her face. Her cheeks were slightly pink from the workout.

"Good morning, little bro," she purred, placing one hand on her round belly and slowly stroking it. "Couldn’t sleep? Or did you come to watch me again?"

I scratched the back of my head, feeling myself blush.

"I’m just... worried. You’re already six months along. Maybe you should take it easier? The doctor said..."

Ava laughed softly, turning sideways to me, deliberately showing off both her belly and her ass. She ran her hand along her waist, which had now turned into a beautiful, smooth curve.

"The doctor said light stretching and yoga are good for me. I’m not running marathons, silly. I’m just keeping my body in shape." She lightly swayed her hips, making her fuller ass jiggle enticingly. "Don’t you like how I look right now?"

I swallowed hard.

"...I like it. Too much."

Ava stepped closer, still breathing heavily from the exercise. Her large breasts rose and fell as her pregnant belly gently pressed against me when she leaned in.

"Then don’t interfere. I’m going to keep working out until the very end," she whispered in my ear, her breath hot. "And you’ll come watch me every morning, right?"

She playfully slapped her own ass, turned around, and bent over into another stretch — this time slower, as if doing it just for me.

I stayed standing there, staring at her perfect pregnant figure — her big, firm ass in those white shorts, her round belly, and heavy breasts that swayed in rhythm with her breathing.

Every morning. Even now.

And I knew — I would come to watch. Every. Single. Day.

STORY:

In the small wooden cabin on the edge of the forest, the air was still thick and sweet from our moans. Exactly one week had passed since the last time, and we both lost control like hungry beasts.

I had just finished. Deeply. For a long time. So intensely that I lost count of the thrusts.

“Ahhh…” Anna, the beautiful blonde, exhaled as she arched over the table. Her cream-colored dress was hiked up to her waist, her black lace panties pulled down to her thighs, and her round ass was still trembling from the aftershocks.

Her belly… began to swell right before my eyes.

At first it was a slight bulge, then it grew bigger and bigger. My hot, thick cum filled her to the brim, stretching her womb and making her stomach round out as if she were five months pregnant. I could feel how firm and heavy it became under my palm — tight, swollen, overflowing.

“Ohh… god…” Anna ran her fingers over her new rounded belly and laughed softly, her cheeks flushed. “You… filled me so much. I can feel it sloshing inside. So thick… so warm… My belly is completely full of your cum.”

She gently rocked her hips, and a quiet, wet sound came from within. Her eyes sparkled with pleasure and slight surprise.

“I have no doubt,” she whispered, turning her head toward me with a mischievous smile. “After this, I’m definitely pregnant. You really knocked me up.”

I slid my hand over her stretched skin. Her belly was incredibly firm and hot, as if an entire ocean was churning inside. Anna let out a soft moan from just that touch.

“What do we do with it now?” I asked, still buried inside her.

“Nothing,” she giggled. “Let it stay like this. I… like the feeling. It’s so full… so heavy… like I’m already your pregnant little wife. I’ll walk around like this all day. You don’t mind, do you?”

We both laughed. I kissed the back of her neck while she continued gently stroking her bloated belly, clearly savoring every moment of that fullness.

Anna was alone in the kitchen, still wearing the same short dress. She was trying to cook lunch, but her big, tight belly kept getting in the way. Every time she bent over, the liquid inside shifted in a heavy, warm wave, making her quietly moan.

“Mmm… how much did you pump into me…” she muttered with a smile. “It feels weird just to walk. Everything’s sloshing inside…”

Suddenly, a sharp contraction hit her lower abdomen.

“Huh?” Anna froze, grabbing the edge of the table. “Oh… looks like your cum… decided it’s time to come out…”

Another contraction. Stronger. Her belly tightened, and she felt a powerful stream pressing against her from the inside.

“N-no… wait… I… ah!”

She tried to squeeze her thighs together to hold it in, but her body betrayed her. Her legs shook, knees buckling.

“Aaaaaahhh~!!!”

A hot, thick flood gushed out of her in a powerful stream, running down her thighs and pooling on the floor. At the same time, a second, incredibly strong orgasm crashed over her. Anna arched her back, gripping the countertop tightly as she moaned loudly and sweetly while everything I had filled her with poured out.

When the flow finally weakened, her belly began to visibly shrink. It deflated right before her eyes — beautifully and evenly, returning to its usual flat shape.

By the time I came home, Anna was standing by the stove almost like normal — flushed, satisfied, with a playful little smile.

“Hi,” she said, turning to me. The bottom of her dress was slightly damp, but she didn’t even try to hide it. “Your ‘generous finale’ decided to give me another adventure in the kitchen today.”

I walked over, hugged her from behind, and placed my hand on her now almost flat belly.

“How did it feel?” I asked, kissing her neck.

Anna laughed softly and leaned back against me.

“The fullness was ten out of ten. As for the pregnancy… well, we’ll see in a couple of weeks.” She narrowed her eyes mischievously. “But for now… maybe we can repeat it tonight? I want you to inflate me to the limit again. I want to spend the whole day walking around with your huge, heavy belly.”

She turned around, kissed me, and whispered in my ear:

“Because I really liked being your overflowing girl.”

STORY: Elven Maid's Massive Breeding Belly

The warm light of the oil lamps gently illuminated the wooden walls of the tavern “At the Old Oak.” I had just come downstairs when I saw her — or rather, she was slightly leaning over the massive oak table, supporting herself with both hands. A black-haired elf with long pointed ears, wearing a classic black-and-white maid outfit that was now barely managing its main duty — to cover its owner.

Her name was Liria.

And her belly…

“Mmm…” she softly moaned, slowly running her palm over the incredibly tight, shiny sphere that protruded from under her hiked-up skirt and torn corset.

It wasn’t just a “full stomach.” It was a true overfilling. The skin on her belly was stretched to the limit, smooth and glossy like a drum. Every breath made her tremble — something heavy, thick, and warm was sloshing inside. Like a huge, hot water balloon filled to the brim. I could literally see the skin ripple slightly with every movement. The heavy, dense liquid inside rolled with a lazy, wet churn-squelch whenever Liria shifted her hips.

“You… you really went all out last night, hero…” the elf’s voice was husky, trembling with a mix of pleasure and slight embarrassment. “I can feel your cum sloshing inside me… right now. Like a whole ocean… thick, hot, alive. It doesn’t want to settle. Every time I move — *splash-splash, splash-splash*… it feels like you’re still cumming inside me.”

She gently pressed her palm just below her navel. Her belly responded with a loud, obscene glorp. Liria bit her lip, eyes half-lidded.

“I don’t even doubt it…” she whispered, looking at me with a warm, slightly dazed smile. “After that much… I’m definitely pregnant. With your child. My belly is already so huge it looks like I’m five months along… and it’s only been one night. You turned me into a proper elven maid-mommy.”

“Though honestly…” she giggled, trying to stand straighter but immediately letting out a small “ooh” as the heavy sphere inside swayed, “I can’t even carry a tray properly now. Imagine me serving beer to guests with this decoration? ‘Oops, sorry, that’s not the tray — that’s yesterday’s dinner in liquid form’…”

Liria looked up at me. Her cheeks were flushed, her ears twitching, and her face showed a mixture of embarrassment, pride, and wild arousal.

“You’re so… incredible. You pumped so much into me that I look like a balloon. No one has ever filled me this full… this deep. I can still feel your seed pulsing inside, warming my womb, making me shiver. You made me yours. Completely.”

She fell silent. Her eyes grew hazy. Liria tried to take a step but her knees buckled. The enormous, swollen belly swung forward, and she let out a sharp breath.

“Aaah… I can’t hold it anymore… I give up…”

The elf spread her legs wide, leaned further over the table, and braced herself with both hands. Her face melted into a blissful, relaxed expression.

“Come out… all of it… your… hot… cum…”

And it began.

With a loud, lewd shhhhhhluuuuuurp! a powerful, thick stream gushed out from under her short skirt. Snow-white, viscous, still-warm fluid poured out of her in long, continuous jets, running down her thighs and flooding the wooden floor. Liria’s belly began to visibly deflate right before my eyes — slowly, in waves, with every powerful spurt. She moaned, her whole body trembling, ears pressed flat against her head from pleasure.

“Nnngh… so much… you really overfilled me… aaahhh~”

A minute later, her once-massive sphere had shrunk into a soft, slightly rounded tummy, still wet and glistening. Liria breathed heavily but smiled — happy and satisfied.

She turned to me, adjusted her disheveled maid dress, and, slightly unsteady, walked closer.

“You’re the best…” she purred softly, pressing her soft breasts against me. “So strong, so virile… I want more. And more. Every night. Fill your elven maid until she swells up like a balloon again.”

Liria stood on her tiptoes, brought her lips to my ear, and whispered the last, sweetest words:

“Because now… I’m yours forever. And my belly is too.”

STORY:

I pushed open the apartment door and immediately smelled the familiar scent of home — a light aroma of coffee and something sweet. The workday had been tough, my head was buzzing from reports and deadlines. I just wanted to collapse on the couch, but...

"Welcome back, Nii-chan~ ♥"

My sister's voice sounded unusually sweet. I looked up and froze in the hallway.

Ayaka was lying on our large bed in the living room (she had long since turned it into her own "nest" because of the pregnancy). Seven months. Her huge, perfectly round belly rose prominently under the white T-shirt she had clearly just pulled on — the fabric had ridden up slightly, revealing smooth, glistening skin. Pink panties with a tiny bow barely covered everything else. Her dark hair was spread across the pillows, and an unnaturally bright blush burned on her cheeks. Her eyes were shining far too intensely.

She didn’t look like her usual self.

Normally, Ayaka was a responsible older sister — an office worker in a strict blouse who somehow managed to maintain professionalism even at seven months pregnant. Right now, she was wearing just an old home T-shirt with some faded print and... practically nothing below. A dark skirt lay crumpled at the edge of the bed.

"Ayaka? Are you okay?" I set my bag down and walked closer, trying not to stare too long at her belly and thighs.

She smiled, slowly running her hand over her enormous belly as if emphasizing it. Her fingers gently caressed the taut skin.

"Mmm... can you feel that? He’s happy you’re home too. And I... I’m really, really hot right now. Come closer, Nii-chan."

Her voice was low and velvety. She propped herself up on one elbow, causing the T-shirt to stretch even tighter across her chest and belly. I felt myself blushing.

"Hey, you... put some proper clothes on. What’s wrong with you today? You usually jump straight into your ‘pregnancy sweater’ after work."

Ayaka giggled and reached out to me. Her hand caught mine and pressed it directly against her warm, heavy belly. Under the skin, I felt a gentle movement — the baby shifted.

"Mmm... feel that? He’s glad too. I... I’ve been so sensitive all day. My belly is so heavy, my skin is burning, and whenever I think about you... it only gets worse."

I quickly pulled my hand back, even though the warmth of her skin and the strange, sweet tension in the air made my heart race.

"Ayaka, seriously. What happened? Are you sick? Do you have a fever?"

She pouted, but her eyes continued to burn with that strange fire.

"My friends..." she finally sighed, leaning back against the pillows. Her hand kept slowly stroking her belly in circles. "Those idiots at work decided to ‘play a prank.’ They said it was pregnancy vitamins. They spiked my coffee... with an aphrodisiac. A strong one. I thought I could hold out. I sat through all the meetings with a straight face, squeezing my legs together... But the moment I got home and closed the door... I couldn’t anymore."

I stood there stunned.

"They’ve completely lost their minds?! You’re pregnant! Seven months!"

"I know..." she bit her lip, looking up at me. "But my body won’t listen. Everything is so sensitive... I held it together at work, but now..."

She reached for me again, trying to pull me closer. I sat on the edge of the bed, keeping some distance.

"Nii-chan... please. Just hold me. I’m not asking for anything too much... well, almost. I just... really need you close. Your scent, your hands on me..."

I sighed heavily and stroked her hair. She immediately pressed her face into my palm like a kitten.

"You idiot. I’m your brother. We can’t..."

"Who said we can’t just... love each other?" she whispered. The seduction in her voice was fading, replaced by tired tenderness. "I’m carrying a child. Your nephew. But today... I’m just your Ayaka. The one who held herself together all day so she wouldn’t embarrass herself at work."

I couldn’t resist anymore. I lay down beside her and carefully embraced her from behind, pressing against her back. My hand rested on her massive belly. It was incredibly warm, firm, and alive. The baby kicked again — right into my palm.

"Like that..." she breathed with relief. "Just hold me. And... if you want, you can stroke lower. I wouldn’t mind."

"Ayaka..."

"I’m joking," she laughed softly, though her laugh was strained. "Well... half joking. Those friends of mine are going to get it tomorrow. But you... stay with me tonight, okay? Don’t go to your room."

I nodded, burying my nose in her hair. The scent of shampoo, the light smell of her skin, and something sweet and maternal.

"I’ll stay. And tomorrow I’ll call your ‘friends.’"

She laughed quietly and pressed herself tighter against me. Her hand covered mine on her belly.

"I love you, Nii-chan. Even when I’m drugged, and even when all of this... is weird."

"I love you too, silly little sister."

We lay like that for a long time. Ayaka’s heavy, beautiful belly rose and fell under my palm. Everyday life, a bit of madness from her friends’ prank, and a quiet, warm love that had always existed between us — only now it had become a little closer, a little more honest.

And tomorrow... tomorrow we would scold her colleagues together. Like a normal family.

STORY:

I pushed open the heavy wooden door, and the familiar scent of wood, stone, and a light hint of lavender greeted me. Another workday at the guild had finally come to an end. Every evening was the same — tired legs, but a warm feeling in my chest, because I knew who was waiting for me at home.

“Oh, Master! You’ve finally come home~” came the familiar soft, slightly playful voice.

Ellie was standing in the exact same pose as always: slightly bent over the large wooden table in the living room, leaning on her elbows. Her long black hair with golden streaks cascaded down her back, the white maid headdress was slightly askew, and her pointed elven ears twitched with joy. Her green eyes sparkled as she glanced back over her shoulder. The black-and-white maid dress was hiked up, the large white bow at her waist slightly rumpled, and her black lace panties tightly hugged her round buttocks. But what immediately drew the eye was her noticeably rounded belly — she was already in her second trimester.

I closed the door and smiled.

“Ellie, you’re in that same pose again. I told you, you don’t need to strain yourself like that.”

“But this is how I like to welcome my Master,” she said cutely, tilting her head and touching her cheek with a finger. “You come home every day, yet I still feel just as happy every single time. You come back to me… to us.”

She gently stroked her round belly with her palm. Under the black dress and white apron, the life growing inside her was clearly visible — our baby, a half-human, half-elf child. A little miracle that had been growing inside her for almost five months now.

I walked closer, set my bag down, and stood behind her, carefully wrapping my arms around her waist. My hands settled on her warm, firm belly. It felt solid yet soft and alive. Sometimes I could feel light kicks under my fingers.

“How are you feeling today?” I asked quietly, slowly rubbing her rounded tummy.

Ellie let out a soft sigh and closed her eyes.

“It’s a bit heavy… but nice. My breasts have become much more sensitive — they even ache sometimes. My belly feels heavy, especially if I stand for a long time. My legs swell by evening. But… I can feel him. Our baby. He’s already quite active, especially when I think about you. It’s like he knows Daddy’s home.”

She shifted slightly, arching her back more and pressing her backside against me. Her voice dropped, becoming a little huskier:

“And another thing… during this pregnancy I’ve become… really sensitive. Just thinking about you is enough to make me wet. Right now, while you’re holding my belly… I’m already soaking. My panties are sticking to me.”

Ellie glanced back at me with a shy smile, but her green eyes burned with open desire.

“Master… may I? I’ve missed you so much…”

I didn’t answer with words. My fingers gently but confidently hooked the edges of her black lace panties and slowly pulled them down her thighs to her knees. Her smooth, glistening slit was already shining with arousal. With one hand I continued to tenderly hold her rounded belly, feeling the warmth and life inside, while the other gently stroked her back.

Ellie moaned softly and leaned further over the table, exactly in the same pose I had found her in. I entered her slowly and carefully, trying not to put pressure on her belly. She was hot, wet, and incredibly tight. Every thrust was accompanied by her quiet moans and the gentle swaying of her round belly in my palm.

“Ah… Master… deeper… but be gentle… our baby…”

I held her hips with one hand while the other continued to caress her belly. We moved in a slow, warm rhythm — not wild and frantic, but tender and deep. Her elven ears trembled, her cheeks flushed.

“I… I love you… and him…” she whispered, breathing heavily.

The tension built gradually. Her inner walls squeezed tighter and tighter, her body trembling. When I felt I couldn’t hold back any longer, I wrapped my arm more firmly around her belly and thrust one final time.

We came almost at the same moment. Ellie let out a soft, blissful sob as her legs shook. At that exact moment, the first drops of milk appeared from her swollen breasts, soaking through the thin fabric of her dress — clear, sweet, the first sign that her body was already preparing to feed our child.

I gently pulled her against me, still inside her, and kissed her neck.

“Thank you, Ellie… for always welcoming me like this.”

She turned her head and smiled — happily, tiredly, and very domestically.

“It’s my duty… and my greatest happiness, Master. Every single day. As long as we’re together… and as long as our little half-elf is growing.”

Outside, the fireplace crackled softly. The house smelled of wood and peace. Just another ordinary evening. Just ordinary life. But with her — it was special.