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U-Pick Melons, Next Right!

Tis I, Rambles. I'm on a roll y'all, I take an empty queue/inbox situation as a challenge apparently lol

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U-Pick Melons, Take the Next Right!

The cheerful sign was a bright pop of colour on an otherwise quiet country road. The winding driveway was long and scenic, eventually arriving at a picturesque farmyard. Tractors and wagons loaded up guests and drove them out to the fields, cheerful young women helpfully pointing out what fruit was where from their seats. 

"Cantaloupe? Hop on this wagon, that's where we're heading! Watermelon is over there with the blue tractor, have fun! Honey dew will be right back, Anna's just taken a full wagon out."

Maggie drove the cantaloupe tractor, and once she had a full load, she put the tractor in gear and headed down the lane way. It was one of the farther fields, but it was beautiful scenery, and no one ever complained. 

When they arrived, Maggie stood up and stepped onto the wagon, a bucket in one hand. "All right folks! You can either have the one hour or the twenty-four hour special. I'll give you the right seed as you hop off."

One by one, everyone filed off and got their seed. Most first-timers choose the one-hour, but a few familiar faces eagerly took the twenty-four seed. 

Turning towards the field, Maggie surveyed the acres of sprawling vines, shade umbrellas, and lawn chairs. "Go ahead and get comfy! You've got a few minutes to get to a vine."

People dispersed among the plants, choosing a chair and shade. Once everyone was settled, Maggie reached over and opened the irrigation hydrant. It wasn't the plants or the people that were magic, but the spring that the farm sat atop of. As water trickled from the lines on the ground, its magic seized the plants and wakened the seeds just consumed. Vines trembled and lifted from the earth, seeking the seed within the nearest person. Clothes were quickly nudged aside, each vine seek the navel to attach to. 

Maggie smiled and leaned on the wagon as a chorus of gasps and moans sounded through the field as each vine connected. it didn't matter man or woman, the magic would allow anyone to grow a melon of their choosing in their gut and deliver it, perfectly ripe and sweet, in the chosen timeframe. Putting a special twenty-four hour seed on her tongue, Maggie swallowed it with a drink of the magic water from her water bottle. A vine at the edge of the field lifted, zeroing in on her. She lifted her loose, sun-faded t-shirt and sighed at the familiar throbbing warmth of the vine connecting to her. 

In the field, people were lifting shirts or sundresses, unbuttoning jeans or shorts as their bellies immediately began to swell. Maggie herself was wearing cut off jean shorts, and opened the fly, rolling the waist so they stayed up. "How we doin' melon-makers? Feeling good so far?"

Another chorus of gasping moans, bellies burgeoning outward as the fruit grew quickly within such fertile guts. Cantaloupes were more modest melons, but they ripened slowly, so while full size would be reached rather quickly, more pleasure was needed to sufficiently sweeten them. They were a great beginner melon, and Maggie's favourite. She was the only girl who could enjoy the twenty-four hour seeds, everything else grew too enormous to carry around while working all day. 

Time passed quickly as pleasure ballooned in her gut, the melon growing a belly like a twenty to thirty week pregnancy, depending on the person. Once it had gotten large enough, it would ripen, getting heavier and heavier as it filled with the magic water and sugar. Maggie groaned as it sank deep in her pelvis, stretching her back to acclimate to the weight. People furious rubbed or jerked one out, or did it to each other, pleasured sighs and moans filling the sun-baked field. 

By the half hour mark, vines started to drop off the one-hour melons. Different moans sounded, a different flavour of pleasure taking hold as contractions began. People slid out of chairs, hands and or pacing in small circles as the fruit descended. Pants and short were tossed off, and Maggie watched as one by one, people dropped into deep squats and bore down. Gleaming rind began to appear at lips and holes, grunts of effort and the sound of orgasms echoing. It took a great deal of effort to slowly crown the melon. Over the hill, the orgasmic screams of the watermelon-makers were being brought on the breeze. 

Almost perfectly at the one-hour mark, melons dropped from bodies into the sandy soil, gleaming and beautifully, perfectly ripe. People panted and caught their breath, admiring the fruits of their labours. Taking another basket off the wagon, Maggie's vine dropped off her navel as people began to trickle back to the wagon. One by one, each melon was rinsed at the hydrant, and put in a string bag to be carried back to the barn to be weighed and paid for. The people with the same seed as herself got a sticker on their bulging, bare bellies, a flat rate for the longer-ripening fruit. 

Climbing onto the tractor, Maggie adjusted the seat to accommodate her smooth, rounded belly peeking out from under her t-shirt and fired it up. Using one hand to steer, she rested the other on the taut globe, feeling the smooth, round rind of the melon within her. 

Back in the farmyard, people hopped off and headed for the barn. Guests with other fruit mingled, the watermelon-makers positively waddling under the burden of their fruit. Honeydew-makers were sort of intermediate in size, not quite waddling but gait definitely changed with their burdens within. 

By the end of the day, many, many melons had been planted and picked or packed home. Maggie stood with all the other girls in the barn at the end of the day, only herself and Ma Wendy still with rounded bellies. Maggie had been on the farm for several years, and had never seen Ma Wendy without a rounded belly, even in the winter. Her loose sundresses were floral and cheerful, and meant she could squat down anywhere and produce a melon without effort or much disruption at all. 

"All right, Maggie," Ma Wendy said, offering Maggie a cup of the magic water mixed with something of the older woman's own recipe. "Let's see how this new hybrid has done."

Maggie downed the tonic in one go, feeling the warmth spread rapidly through her. The melon inside her grew far heavier, like it would simply just fall out of her. Quickly pulling off her shorts, her belly tightened with the first contraction. The other girls all watched raptly, wanting to see how Ma Wendy's favourite melon-maker would handle the new hybrid. 

One on top of another the contractions came, visibly tightening Maggie's belly and shifting the melon downward into her pelvis and then her birth canal. She moaned and rolled her hips, going to her hands and knees as her lips began to spread under the assault of the glossy wet rind. Gasping with the throbbing pleasure, Maggie pushed with her chin to her chest as the next pang seized her, quickly followed by a gut-wrenching orgasm. Something pulled deep within her, and then the melon had hit its widest point just as the contraction eased. Panting, Maggie's arms trembled as she waited for the next, this a thousand times better than any previous melon delivery before. She orgasmed twice more before the melon eventually dropped onto her discarded shorts. 

What was new was the vine still connecting the melon to Maggie, disappearing up into her body. It pulsed for several moments before eventually breaking off and withdrawing back into her body. Sitting up, she looked at Ma Wendy for an explanation. 

The older woman rubbed her own swollen belly. "I can't be fertile forever. Maggie's been here longer than anyone else, and I think she will make a wonderful Ma for the next group of girls, when the time comes."

Low in her belly, warmth and pleasure throbbed, and Maggie pressed her hands to her recently-flattened belly as it began to push outward again. Another melon starting, without swallowing a seed or sipping the magic water. Maggie moaned and rolled her hips as it grew faster than any of them had before, her belly rounding out to full size right under her hands. 

"You can't be a Ma around here without a round belly," Ma Wendy said by way of explanation. "You'll probably be delivering every twelve hours or so for now, but that time will decrease after a while. And we'll start working on the honeydew and watermelons next." 

Getting to her feet, Maggie rubbed her smooth, taut belly. Ma crossed the circle and pulled the younger woman's t-shirt off, replacing it with a more modern cut sundress, loose and flirty. 

"There. Ma Maggie, ready to make melons for all to enjoy. Go ahead, girls, take that melon and slice it up. Tell me how the taste compares." 

Maggie gasped, pressing on her belly as she felt a distinct pop! within. Before her eyes, her belly bulged outward again, going from a dainty twenty-week size to near full-term.

Ma Wendy grinned and reached out to pat Maggie's belly as it swelled. It sounded just as a juicy, ripening melon should. "Maybe we won't add the other melons just yet, if you're gonna grow such a bumper crop." Maggie gasped at the next pop! sensation within. Bumper crop indeed. 

[pregom]

The Exhibit

Your job as a museum docent seems boring on the outside, but you find it... fulfills you in ways you never imagined. 

A year ago, a new exhibit was brought in on a long-term loan, and since then, its been in the ews that your city has experienced something of a baby boom. There are always the hysterics, saying that there was no way for them to get pregnant, but they are a small percentage, and most people just assume their birth control failed in some way, or they had a last-hurrah of fertility. You know differently. 

The exhibit looks innocent enough, a series of artifacts brought from an uninhabited island, found entirely by accident. Small statues, beaded jewelry, beautiful medallions, and even a large slab of polished stone from an ancient civilization on the island. The words carved into the stone have been translated and displayed on the glass within easy view of the slab, and nearly every person that visits the exhibit pauses and reads the words posted in front of the stone. 

That's all it takes. 

They don't even have to read the outwardly unrelated words out loud. Just think the words, and the spell is invoked. if they only read it once, then the pregnancy follows a natural timeline and progression, as far as you've figured out. But you, as docent, stand in the room and guide people through the exhibit all day, every day. You might read the words a dozen times in one morning. 

It doesn't affect youths, the elderly, or anyone without a womb. But every womb that visits leaves with a small souvenir, if the words are read. 

Standing at the beginning of the exhibit, you gather a group of interested people, a modest bulge of a belly under your maternity blouse. "Are we ready? Let's start over here, with the statues first." 

You begin by explaining the island, its geography, and where these artifacts were found. You point out the differences in each piece, appearing to represent a woman's different stages of life; a lean young woman, the rounded figure of a heavily pregnant mother, and the stooped posture of a wizened crone. You move to the jewelry, the various symbols and charms, the strings of beads used a twenty-eight day calendar. 

At the end of an hour, you reach the slab, many people having asked many, many questions. They're all very invested, their interest piqued. Proud of yourself, you pause in front of the slab's case. "And here, we have what may have been an alterpiece. Our scholars have done their best to form a translation, printed across the top edge of the glass there." 

You watch eyes skim the line of text, and recite the words from memory without even looking. Low in your belly, warmth throbs. Resting your hand on the globe, you feel it subtly push out against your palm, your blouse forgiving enough that it won't be immediately obvious to your group. You do notice, though, that anyone presenting like they may have a womb sort of jolts, a few hands jumping to their middles. 

"They don't seem to make sense, do they?" You repeat the words again, relishing the throb, the flutters that begin under your hand. "That's our best guess at a translation, but without the context of its use, the real meaning has been lost to history. Any more questions?"

"You really memorized the passage?" someone asks, joking a little as they look behind them, like the translation will be written on the opposite wall. 

You smile brightly, and repeat the spell just because you can, smoothing a hand over your growing, fluttering belly. "I do see it all day, every day, sir. It's the least I can do. Anything else?"

Once the group has asked their fill and dispersed, you notice a vaguely familiar woman approach you. It might just be her bulky sweater, but you think she might be sporting her own baby bump as she takes just one step closer than good manners dictate. 

"I saw your tour here last week," she begins, resting a hand idly on the underside of her slight swell. "Funny, I could have sworn you were much further along!"

Smiling, you pluck at your blouse, finally placing her in your memory. "Oh, that's so interesting, I could have sworn the same thing about you. Do you come here often?"

"Almost every day," the woman admits, eyes flicking over the spell again. Because you're watching, you see her belly push out a little bit, filling out the heavy, oversized knit. Her eyes skim again, and her bump grows right in front of you. 

Squeezing your thighs together slightly, you turn and read the script too, weight sinking into your hips and your maternity pants giving way to your burgeoning belly as you read it through two, and then three times. You're a little breathless as you say, "You must find the exhibit very compelling."

"Extremely," she answers, smoothing circles on her belly that visibly heaves under her touch. 

You read the line of text one last time, relishing the growing weight sinking down inside you, small feet peddling at your belly, rippling under your blouse. "I'm sure I'll see you around, then. Please enjoy."

The pair of you share a small, secret smile as you turn toward your usual place by the gallery doors. Before you can move, though, you hear a wet splatter on your other side. Turning around again, you find a different lady standing transfixed to one side of the gallery, enormously pregnant, a puddle pooling at her feet as  she clutches her belly. Walking towards her, you see that she is still reading the text, over and over, her belly visibly dropping low on her hips and squeezing inwards on her frame. More fluids hit the floor, but she never looks away, still reading. 

"Just this way, dear," you say kindly, snagging her attention. 

"Oh, my goodness," she says, bewildered. "I'm so sorry-"

"It's all right," you say patiently as a strong contraction seizes her, making her knees bend and stance widen. "It happens more often than you'd think."

She refuses to move, eyes on the slab, and within a few minutes you get down on your knees to catch the red, squalling infant under her skirt. Her belly doesn't visibly shrink, only contracts again. 

Lifting your head, you flag down one of the male security guards who's taken his sweet time in ambling over. "Hey, Kevin, would you mind  calling an ambulance? We've got another situation. Yeah, another few minutes and we'll have another on our hands."

The media may say no one knows where the baby boom has come from, but you'd bet a lot of women know more than they're letting on. 

[pregom]

Fae Cafe

(ModNote: Abuse tag is for only a brief mention)

Be aware this story is a slow burn

Another day gone wrong. Angry clients, yelling bosses, fighting tooth and nail to prove she had done everything according to company protocol and SOP. Samantha, Sam she normally went by, silently enjoyed watching her boss stew followed by her being dismissed from the meeting and back to her work desk. Just to be safe, she emailed HR what had happened. That rusty old timer boss of hers should have retired years ago. Surely the company wouldn’t stand for a client intruding on a worker's personal life. At least she still had her job at the end of the day. Sam stepped off the bus and let out a muffled groan of frustration into one hand. Just a short walk and she would be home

Shimmering fairy lights in a window caught her eye. Another small shop had opened on the strip. The front door proclaimed itself to be ‘Fae Cafe’. Curiosity took over and Sam entered the shop. A small bell rang as she opened the door and a sweet yet earthy aroma flooded her nose. Just the smell alone made her feel at ease. The cafe was decorated with a number of plants, sprawling ivy climbed the walls, door and window frames, and twisted around the rods holding the ceiling lights. The shop had a few small tables, it felt quite cozy. Behind the counter she saw a handful of workers busily moving back and forth. The masculine workers all appeared to have a pot belly to some degree under their aprons. Some looked bloated, others appeared to have had far too much beer. As for the more feminine workers, all of them were busty and had several curves. It made Sam a bit jealous, she was part of the itty bitty titty committee and her ass only had a slight plushness to it. Those ladies obviously had some junk in their trunks. But one thing they all shared was pointed ears. Sam assumed it to be a gimmick of the cafe, surely they were fake. 

Near the register was an older and rather plump woman. With her curly blue-grey hair and shaw covering her chest and upper arms. The woman reminded Sam of her own grandmother. This woman also had pointed ears that her hair curled around as it draped down to her neck. As Sam approached, she found herself entranced by the woman’s golden eyes. Colored contacts, it must be, “Hello, sugar,” the elderly woman greeted Sam, “Welcome to the Fae Cafe. Might I interest you in one of our chia seed drinks or puddings? Perfect and refreshing for a warm spring day.”

Sam smiled at the idea. It was starting to get rather warm outside with Spring now in full swing, “Do you have anything coconut or oat milk based?”

“Absolutely, sugar,” the elderly woman replied, “How about a coconut milk smoothie? Pick your flavor. We have high grade matcha if that’s your speed. Lavender and honey if you’re looking for floral and sweet. Dark chocolate if decadence is your taste of the day.” The shop keeper then gestured to the glass display in front of her, “We also make overnight oats and chia seed puddings. Buy tonight, have breakfast in the morning. A late night snack. Or a post workout pick me up.” 

Sam was stunned at how reasonable the prices were. The chain smoothie place she used to go to now cost an arm and leg. These prices were comparable to last decade. She scooped up several flavors of chia seed pudding and ordered a large chia seed smoothie with matcha and slightly sweet. It was a steal as the owner rang her up and one worker delicately bagged her purchases and handed her the large drink. Sam had to hold it with two hands while the canvas bag handles hung from one arm. “Come back soon, sugar.” The shopkeeper called out as Sam exited the shop. 

The drink lasted her the entire way home. So frosty, cool and quite refreshing. As she slurped, the now bulbous chia seeds felt like miniature boba pearls flowing into her mouth and down her throat. She groaned slightly and rubbed her bloated tummy. The drink was quite filling. By the time she had made it back to her condo, the drink was only a quarter empty. Even after putting up the various puddings, the drink called her name and she continued to slurp the delectable drink. Sam turned on her favorite streamer and watched for several hours as she bounced from one to the next as some ended and the next began. It seemed like magic, her drink was large but lasting the entire night, that was impressive. When it was a little pass her usual bedtime, she finally hit the bottom of the cup. Sam opened the lid and scraped the last dredges of coconut milk and bulbous chia seed into her bloated belly. A groan escaped as she gently rubbed her taught middle, “I think I overdid it. Too bad this can’t go to my tits.” 

The next morning came with another shock. An old t-shirt Sam had worn for years now for sleeping felt tight. It was like magic, her chest had finally filled out. Certain this was a dream, Sam grabbed them and found they were real. She wasn’t a washboard anymore, they had gone from small cherries to large grapefruits. And they were heavy also. Sam giggled happily as she got out of bed and briefly fought to remove her now snug shirt. Her belly was still bloated from that drink but it growled for breakfast all the same. Sam blindly grabbed one of the puddings she had bought yesterday and tried to quickly swallow it as well. This one was cinnamon flavored and contained some nuts. The small container seemed to hold far more than it should. Sam took several chugs of the flavorful pudding between swings of coffee and while looking for something to fit her busty frame. A maxi dress she usually saved for summer would have to do. Sam tossed her head back as she tried to chug the remainder of her breakfast. It took a few more minutes before her tongue found the bottom of the glass. The Fae Cafe might become her new grocery store with this amount at those rock bottom prices. If only the chia seeds didn’t make her feel so bloated afterwards. Sam swore they were expanding in her stomach. 

Over the next few days, Sam tried to adjust to her new busty shape. New clothes to show off the assests she now had. Even her butt had finally started to fill in. Maybe she was just a late bloomer, but twenty-one felt extremely late. At least she finally got her ass and chest. Her belly was sporting a near permanent bloat now. It always bloated as she feasted on her cheap food but soon dwindled as her body digested it. No matter how full she was starting to feel, those deceptively small containers beckoned her to keep swallowing. And Sam happily did. 

However, her boyfriend refused to take bloat as an excuse. They held a heated argument over infidelity. Sam yelled in defense that wasn't cheating nor was she wasn’t pregnant! Even a negative test couldn’t convince him otherwise. He called her a two cent whore before slapping her across the face. Sam stared at him in shock, a red handprint on her left cheek, her left eye watering from the hit. He then yelled at her to get the fuck out of his life and to never come back. While distracted by rage. Sam returned the slap and then ran from his apartment. She ran all the way back home and then screeched into a pillow as mournful tears poured from her eyes. It took several hours for her to regain her composure. Sam then decided to go for a walk to clear her mind and try to forget the three year relationship. 

Her feet eventually brought her back to the Fae Cafe. Without a second thought, she entered the store once more, her eyes still puffy from crying. The shopkeeper gasped and quickly walked out from behind the counter, “Sugar! Your face. Your eyes. Are you alright? Do I need to call the cops?” Sam quickly shook her head but took the offered tissue to dry the new tears from her eyes. The plump woman then took one hand and guided Sam towards a table, “There, there, sugar. What’s your name?”

Sam drew a deep breath, the shopkeeper looking back at her in concern, “Sam. Well, Samatha, but just call me Sam.” The elderly woman smiled, for a brief second, her teeth had golden points. Sam then glanced as the woman’s hand holding her own, her fingers had too many knuckles. Sam blinked and wiped away the tears again. No, she must have been mistaken. This woman was remarkably ordinary. Normal teeth yellowed from age. Her wrinkled hand had the correct amount of knuckles. She was a stereotypical grandmotherly elder. Sam drew a shaky breath and confessed to the fight with her boy friend and the following break up, “Does my cheek still look red?”

“Just a touch, sugar,” the shopkeeper noted, “It won’t bruise. You can call me Gran.” Gran then stood up and walked back behind the counter. “Don’t you worry your pretty head about that rat, my Samatha. He clearly couldn’t handle a woman of your worth. Why you’re a right prize. Wouldn’t you agree, guys and gals?” From behind the counter, several of the male workers wolf whistle and several of the female workers complimented her, calling her a real woman. It made Sam smile as she stood up to look over herself again. Gran was right. She was a prize now! A proper woman with curves a plenty. That rat bastard didn’t deserve her. Whatever was in that drink and those puddings made her something to be desired. A paragon of beauty and femininity. And she could get a proper man that would appreciate every curve. Sam pictured a handsome man with dark hair enjoying every curve hernbody had. He would run his hands over her body and lovingly cradle her belly that would grow their children. 

Gran returned to Sam with a simple paper bag and offered it to her, “Take this, sugar. On the house. Use it in the bath to soak away all of your worries. And forget about that rat. Would you like another drink, my Samatha? We have a new flavor. And you must be running low on food. May as well stock up while you’re here.” 

Sam felt soothed by Gran’s voice. She took the small paper bag and held it close as she placed more puddings on the counter to buy and another large drink appeared as well. She scarcely remembered paying. Or the canvas bag being filled and wrapped around her arm as she lifted the large drink with both hands. Gran smiled again, her golden eyes glinting, her teeth showing pointed golden tips once more. Sam took a sip of her drink, oat milk chai with honey this time. Gran’s voice reached her ears as she seemed to float out of the shop, her feet already knowing the way, the leaves covering the doorsill gently caressing her curvaceous frame, “Come again soon, my Samatha.”   

Even if it was only noon, a soak in the tub sounded wonderful. Sam continued to slurp on the large drink even as her belly started to feel full. She brought the drink and one of the puddings into the bathroom with her as she filled the soaker tub with warm water. The soak didn’t have any instructions, so Sam just emptied the entire bag. A floral and earthy smell, similar to the cafe, filled her nose and flooded the bathroom as it was engulfed in steam. The soak turned the water green and several small black speckles that looked like chia seeds floated in the water. With her drink and snack within reach, Sam slipped into the tub and let out a deep sigh. She cupped her large breast first and soft moans escaped from her throat. 

Next she grabbed her drink and began to swallow large gulps. The chia seeds in the drink once again acted like small boba as they poured down her throat. She grabbed the pudding cup next, and slowly began to pour it down her throat as well. Flavors of matcha and honey greeted her this time as she gulped more into her slowly bloating belly. Sam placed the pudding cup down and gently rubbed her breast again. Her groin was beginning to demand attention as well. 

Sam had to escape the warm water for a brief moment as she pulled the shower head and its elongated hose into the warm water. A few tests against her hand to find the right setting, she then places the shower head between her legs and near instantly gasps. She moans and rocks her hips against the pulsing water. This was far better than anything her worthless ex could do. But what Sam couldn’t see below the murky surface and all the steam, were the black becoming engorged by the water, growing in size from a small seed to a golf ball. Thanks to the current from the pulsing shower head, these over engorged chia seeds were being pushed into her needy, dripping tunnel. When the first one parted her lips, Sam moaned and bucked her hips. It traveled deeper, squeezing through her softened cervix and into her waiting womb. More quickly followed and began to pack into the small space. Soon enough, they forced her womb to expand and make room for more. 

Sam cried out in ecstasy and lost her grip on the shower head. That felt amazing. Her snack called to her again and she began to greedily gulp it down. With her free hand she grabbed and pointed the shower head back at her groin while she used her feet to manipulate the tub drain. She didn’t want to flood her bathroom after all. The cycle repeated, more golf ball sized engorged chia seeds breached her womb and forced it to grow. She finally reached the bottom of the pudding jar and placed it down before rubbing her breast once more. Her knuckles graced the top of her engorged belly and her hand turned to rub it as well. Sam grinned, would all of this go to her butt, hips, or breasts? She grabbed the large drink and began to suckle on it again. More engorged speckles followed the current into her womb, Sam moaning and writhing as each took its place. 

Her belly groaned. She felt so full. But she still hadn’t reached the bottom of her smoothie. Another orgasm hit as a plethora of engorged chia seeds entered her. Sam released the shower head again and one hand went to her engorged belly. So full and tight, just rubbing her strained tummy aroused her again. She grabbed the shower head once more, the bath still warm and steamy thanks to the shower head as she worked it against her groin again. 

Finally she reached the bottom of her drink. She breathed deeply and placed it down as well. She really had over done it this time. The showerhead brought her to another orgasm, she had lost count of how many it had been. She released it again and placed both hands on her engorged belly. But this time, her hands didn’t disappear under water. Sam looked down at her middle as her hands roamed her strain flesh. She found her belly button had popped, her belly had become a near perfect sphere. She could be mistaken for seven months pregnant. It was a struggle to push herself back into a seated position, “Holy shit…” Sam spoke in a breath as she gazed at her gravid form. Her belly was tight, heavy, and felt like it was full of jelly. A majority of the black speckles had vanished from her soak, only a faint green color remained. 

It took a few tries but she managed to grab the small bag of bath soak Gran had given her. The only instructions were to add to warm water and soak and the words ‘Fae Cafe’ were printed on the front. This had to be a dream, maybe a hallucination. But the draining water showed that her belly was indeed true. A few black speckles, now looking like normal chia seed dotted the tub around the drain. Sam struggled with her new weight to get out of the soaker tub, her towel no longer wrapped around her frame. Her belly felt so sensitive as she dried it, she cradled the heavy load as she waddled to find anything that would fit. But even her stretchiest pants slipped under the gravid curve and her largest shirts were reduced to a crop top with this massive load in the way. Sam glanced at the clock, she had spent nearly three hours in shower head induced ecstasy. No wonder her groin was so sore. 

This had to be a hallucination. But with every hour that passed, her gravid belly remained. Her middle was drum tight. And yet her belly growled for more sustenance soon after sun set. It was a habit now. Sam blindly grabbed a chia pudding cup and some water as she began to devour the food. Just as before, the jar was deceptively small. But still she nursed the jar while a streamer played in the background. One hand constantly rested against her swollen middle as she forced every last drop of berry flavor down her throat. Sam groaned as she rubbed her drum tight middle. Usually just two of those would satisfy her all day. But including the one from this morning, she had swallowed three. And that massive smoothie. All of those chia seeds must be swelling in her stomach, that’s why she looked pregnant. She cautiously patted her belly and watched it sway. It really did feel like it was full of jelly. And such a perfectly round, and heavy, sphere. This was just over indulgence after a break up. No different from slamming a pint of ice cream, a large milkshake, or a box of cookies. Yeah that was all. She had even texted with some friends and messaged other online friends during various streams. Everyone of them took her side, her ex wasn't worth a second thought. More so after that slap across the face. Many were proud of her for returning the slap.

But morning proved this to be no hallucination. Her belly was still round and heavy. And now her breasts felt tight. While groping one, she realized they had grown again, from grapefruits to honeydew melons. And they were so heavy as well. Trying to squeeze them brought discomfort as well. A quick debate to see a doctor was suddenly punished from her mind. The smell of earth and flowers swarmed her and her eyes became unfocused. She heard Gran’s voice calling for her. A sweet voice echoing her full name in her mind. “Here I come Gran,” Sam spoke aloud and began to dress in a crop top and stretchy pants.

Her walk had become a waddle. The sun was just beginning to rise as Sam answered that siren call. She cradled her middle, her breasts straining the simple black crop top. A few people passing by gave a hello which she absent mindedly returned. Her feet knew the way, every crosswalk turning green as she approached. The morning was cloudy and carried a delectable scent of milk and honey. Her stomach growled, Sam gave it a rub, food was coming. Gran would feed her. Before she knew it, Sam entered the Fae Cafe once more. 

“Come here, my Samatha.” Gran purred with one finger curled. Sam obeyed and approached the shopkeeper. Gran gently caressed her swollen tummy, “Such a precious cargo you bear. Take a seat and eat up. You’ll need your energy very soon.” One of the male workers with a swollen middle of his own gently took Sam’s hand and locked his arm with hers. He smiled, his teeth tipped with silver points, his eyes swirled between copper and grey, his fingers unnaturally long. He silently guided the beguiled woman to a table towards the back. As Sam sat, a female worker, her busty frame decorated with faint silver swirls was dwarfed by Sam’s new frame, placed a medium sized white bowl in front of her. It was filled to the brim with chia seeds swollen in a coconut cream base. Strawberries, cherries, kiwis, and blueberries crowned with a swirl of honey decorated the top of the bowl. Not a word was spoken, Sam lifted the bowl to her mouth and began to devour the offered meal. It tasted heavenly. The fruit was divine and perfectly sweet.

Her belly began to feel full. Sam placed the bowl back down and tenderly rubbed her middle. She swore it had grown since last night. The bowl was only half empty and she started into it once more. At some point Sam found herself sipping on a smoothie filled with chia seeds, coconut cream, and honey. As much as her stomach began to groan in discomfort, she continued to devour the large meal. Gran watched with delight, at long last she found just what they needed. So long as her Samatha passed the final test. A deep exhale, Sam had managed to drain both the bowl and the smoothie. She leaned back into the comfortable chair and stroked her full term belly. It felt like she had just consumed a feast. She winced and tried to massage her sore breasts again.    

The same woman from before wordlessly helped Sam to her feet and then guided her deeper into the back rooms of the Fae Cafe. Sam felt like she was walking through a fog as the woman lovingly guided her. Several male workers, their belly as large as hers, were balls deep in a machine and whimpered moans of relief were heard. The machine was using the men to fill large glass containers of what looked like chia seeds from the various foods and drinks she had devoured and the bath soak she had bathed in. It took several minutes for their bellies to empty. They then tested a few in a milky substance, and after a few minutes, they would turn plump into gelled chia seeds ready for use in food. The glass containers were labeled in a foreign language and moved elsewhere. As for the female workers, those with breasts as engorged as Sam’s were attached to a pumping device. Sighs and moans of relief were heard by them as well as they were milked and their chest began to deflate.The pumps connected to a long series of tubes, each filling a communal container with silvery tinged milk. The milk was then portioned out, various powders of different colors and drops of liquid from intricate bottles were added to the small containers and the silvery tinged disappeared. Each container was then labeled with the same foreign language.

Sam was placed into a padded chair and reclined into place. Her top gingerly removed to display her swollen breasts tipped with darkened nipples. A similar pump was attached to Sam, but both tubes exited into a large bowl nearby. The pump turned on and Sam moaned in relief as the pressure in her heavy breasts finally had a place to go. The first pumps pulled a thicker milk, tinged by gold, followed by a smoother flow but the golden hue remained. Sam melted into the chair, one hand on her spherical belly as she was milked. One male worker with black hair came to her and cupped her cheek. No thoughts were had as Sam welcomed the passionate kiss. Their tongues danced as his too long fingers slipped her waistband and cupped her groin. Sam bucked her hips in delight as her lover? Consort? Whatever this man would be. He graced her neck and collar bone with kisses and love bites. His free hand lovingly caressed every curve her body had gained. His voice was silky smooth as he purred sweet words of devotion and praise for her fertile belly. A sharp gasp came from Sam next as both hands gripped her gravid belly. The man placed both hands under her thighs and lifted Sam slightly, “Push my queen,” he lovingly whispered and Sam obeyed. 

It felt like a glob of jelly was trying to exit her. It took several pushes, the man's breath hot on her neck and coaching her through the process before a gelatinous egg the size of basketball exited her. Her belly deflated as it left, the pregnancy erased and only what could easily be written off as bloat remained. The egg had a translucent shell and an opaque black center. The woman guided the egg into the warm bowl of golden tinged milk its mother had been pumped into. When the light shined just right, a humanoid body could be seen curled up inside the black center. Sam relaxed back in the chair to sleep as her consort placed one more kiss on her forehead. The pumps soon pulled every last ounce of creamy milk from.each breast and the egg was bathed in the golden milk of its mother. 

The male worker reported back to the front of the store, Gran looking at him expectantly, “Success, Grand Matron. We have evaded detection by this one. I would guess many dozen more vessels wait in her womb for her next ovulation. Given her age, we have but a few years to wait for peak fertility. She should produce at least a couple of decades after that as well.”

Gran smiled, her sharp golden tipped teeth catching the light, “Excellent. Samantha is under royal protection of the Arch Fae henceforth until her womb is no longer fertile. We are to see to it that she wants for nothing. We must serve and care for our brood queen. Onyx, you shall be her consort for as long as the court seems fit. Continue to lavish her and maintain our charm. Spend the rest of Spring and all of Summer preparing her womb to handle a Grand Matron by Autumn. See to it that every egg possible is used.” Onyx grinned with delight and bowed, thanking the Grand Matron for trusting him with such a delightful task. Gran then addressed the other workers, “Gentlemen. Finish your current cycles and take your rest. Ladies, do the same.” Gran then snaps her fingers and the Fae Cafe returns to being an empty store front in the city.  

Sam awoke in her bed in a fog. How long had she been asleep? She checked her phone and saw several missed messages along with various alerts from many apps. Those later, caffeine first. It wasn’t a hangover but it sure felt like it. Several letters lined her kitchen counter, those certainly weren’t there yesterday. And a warm cup of coffee was waiting for her alongside a note. Sam looked around her kitchen perplexed but took a sip of the drink all the same. It was perfect. The best she ever had. She then read the note, a thanks for a wonderful night signed by someone named Owen. Wait, no. She knew Owen. Yeah, they had met at the Fae Cafe. He was the rebound, the night having ended in a make-out session and sex. Sam checked her phone, Owen's contact information was there. The idea of seeing him again made her heart flutter

As she nursed a cup of coffee, she sorted through the letters in confusion. Congrats on her condo being fully paid off. A notice that her property taxes had been paid in full for the next twenty years. A farewell and good luck card from her office. Sam turned to the various apps on her phone. Some had the same congratulations. There were several missed messages from friends calling her lucky for landing the lottery. Another letter confirmed the same. Opening her bank account, Sam saw an astounding amount of money to her name. Triple checks showed everything was in order as she smiled in disbelief. She would never have to work again at this rate. 

Her stomach growled. She needed more than just coffee. A quick breakfast and then she would go grab a pastry to celebrate. She needed to be wise, invest some of this so she truly wouldn’t have to work ever again. Sam didn’t want to end up on a trash TV show about lotto winners that went broke in less than a year. As Sam opened her fridge, she found it stocked to the brim with her now favorite food from her favorite place. A note sat on a shelf simply saying, ‘With Love. Fae Cafe.’. 

Sam grabbed one of the jars and looked at it curiously. She then glanced at her curvy frame. Still had her ass, chest, hips, and a slight belly. Sam cautiously patted her belly. It didn’t feel like it was swollen with jelly, surely it was just some pudge she had picked up. This was nothing to worry about. Not like the other day when it was so big, heavy and ripe. Sam began to eagerly gulp down the chia seed pudding. That had to be a dream when she was heavily pregnant, a picture of fertility. Having Owen help make her make that dream come true, she felt her vagina start to drip again. She opened her phone and sent Owen a text asking to meet up later. Her heart leapt in delight when he agreed. She called him his queen, Queen Samatha, it made her giddy. Her name sounded delightful in his voice. He might be the only one she would want to say her full name.

Little did Sam know that dozens upon dozens of gelatinous vessels waited in her crowded womb to capture every egg she would ovulate. It would then become a fae child that she would birth in the gelatinous shell and bath of golden milk from her own breasts. Every month, until her eggs ran out, the small bulge she was rubbing while devouring a filling breakfast, would swell with new life and her breast would fill to the brim with milk.

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Newest public build for County Fair Cutie is live! Tons of new content with a finished month 5, new artwork for month 3, and an updated gallery system

Play it on itch:

https://slickpens.itch.io/county-fair-cutie

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New bump and I had to show it off!

Don’t forget I’m also on Twitter (and far more active there!) so come say hello!!

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Pregnant goth 2/2

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Normally this would go on OF but I'm feeling generous tonight 🥰

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✨WITCHY EXPANSION ROLEPLAY ✨

Little-Witch Poppy has dedicated her career in witchcraft to learning the recipe for expansion potion, and now the day is here! The ingredients she's gotten her hands on are potent - and she's finally ready to grow the tits of her dreams~

What she hadn't anticipated though was that not only would the thickening agent cause her b00bs to grow, but with each successive potion she consumes, her belly rapidly expands as well!

Luckily, a little belly fat is not going to deter her from achieving her dreams. Watch Poppy grow from a thin girl with an A-cup to a plump girl with G-cups in this 4-stage transformation, 19 minute expansion roleplay <3

⊹ NOW ON CURVAGE ⊹

& All my other platforms

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Please describe some of your most erotic fantasies involving getting bigger tits, producing more milk, and being a hucow 🤩

omg don't get me STARTED. here's two big fantasies!

ever played the online game who wanna be a bimbo? - starting off as a relatively intelligent contestant, making a few slip-ups and gaining some unfortunate transformations (mental drain and lust induction) so i keep getting more answers wrong - drawing the transformations "breast expansion, lactation, and increased fertility" and my IQ being dropped over and over - at the end of the game i walk away with no money :(( - they tell me they need to do 'one last test' to make sure i'm fit to go back to normal society. after scanning my brain it turns out i'm much too dumb and i'm going to need to choose another profession... - i get sold to a hucow breeder and get to live out my happy life being bred and milked all day <3 - or ALTERNATIVELY i get sent back to my regular job but struggle immensely until the company decides to give me a new role: the office cow girl!!

being an android girl/companion robot that's fully customisable to suit their owner's needs! - this way i'm actually an object to be used however my owner wants <3 - being bought by a really pervy guy who installs several modifications on me - he can drag certain sliders on his phone that adjust my intelligence, breast size, milk production, sluttiness, submissiveness, everything. - one moment i'm a relatively composed, intelligent piece of machinery and with the click of a button i'm reduced to nothing but a mindless, moaning, mooing mess - in the app, there's a big pink button that says "inseminate." by pressing it, my tits swell exponentially and my stomach grows round and tight. milk constantly leaks and dribbles out of my udders and i can do nothing but sit there or crawl, and rub my belly. - that way i can be 'bred' without actually going through the shock of carrying a baby (because after all, i'm just a fully customisable object. any changes are purely cosmetic <3)

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Post more pics of what you look like now in tight clothes, but your belly

Older photo but here.🥰

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Viral Dozen

Hey guys, it's Charlie, I've posted before, but it's been a while!

Lila adjusted the camera, ensuring her crop top and leggings were perfectly aligned. Her thumbnail displayed a bold, attention-grabbing title: “The Miracle Mother Experiment: How Big Can I Get?!”

The 22-year-old streamer had been chasing fame for years. Her quirky streams—video games, makeup tutorials, and the occasional prank—had attracted a modest following, but nothing close to the viral fame she craved. She wanted to break the internet, and when she found the “Miracle Mother Pills” online, she knew she had found her ticket.

The pills promised rapid pregnancy—overnight transformations that would “astound and amaze.” Some reviews called it a hoax, while others shared unbelievable stories. Lila didn’t care if it was fake. She needed something dramatic, shocking—something that would make her unforgettable.

The chat was alive with anticipation as Lila held up the bottle. The label was ridiculous: a cartoon stork carrying a bundle, with bright pink letters screaming “Grow Big, Grow Fast!”

“Alright, chat,” she said, shaking the bottle for effect. “Tonight, I’m going to do something no streamer has ever done. I’m taking these ‘Miracle Mother Pills’ live, and we’re going to see what happens.”

The chat exploded.

  "No way you’re actually doing this!"

"She’s insane! I love it."

"This is gonna be a disaster."

Lila unscrewed the cap and tipped a single pill into her hand. It was small, pearlescent, and unassuming. “Here goes nothing,” she said, swallowing it with a dramatic gulp of water.

For the next 15 minutes, she chatted casually with her viewers, answering questions and cracking jokes. But as time passed with no noticeable changes, the excitement began to wane.

  "Scam! Called it."

"Fake pills, fake streamer."

"Lila, this is boring!"

  Frustrated, Lila decided to up the ante. “Fine. If one doesn’t work, let’s try five more!” She dumped a handful into her palm and swallowed them all at once. The chat went wild.

"STOP! That’s too many!"

"You’re going to regret this, Lila!"

"She’s going for it! Let’s gooo!"

Still, nothing happened. Lila frowned, feeling the pressure to keep her audience entertained. In a fit of desperation, she tipped the entire bottle into her mouth and downed it in one dramatic motion.

“Well, if this doesn’t work, it’s definitely fake,” she said, laughing nervously.

An hour later, Lila began to feel strange. She was answering questions about her favorite games when a warm sensation bloomed in her abdomen. She placed a hand on her stomach, her brow furrowing.

“Uh, guys... I think something’s happening.”

Her chat lit up with excitement.

"What’s happening?!"

"OMG it’s starting!"

"This is wild—are you okay?!"

  The warmth grew stronger, spreading across her torso. Her stomach, once flat beneath her crop top, began to push outward ever so slightly. At first, it looked like mild bloating, but within minutes, her belly had taken on a noticeable roundness.

“Holy crap,” she whispered, lifting her shirt to reveal smooth, taut skin. “It’s real.”

Her viewers were glued to their screens.

  "She’s actually growing!"

"How many are in there?!"

"This is insane—don’t stop streaming!"

  The expansion continued steadily. By the second hour, her belly had ballooned to the size of a basketball. Her crop top strained against the growing curve, the hem riding up to expose more of her stretched skin. Lila’s hands hovered over her stomach, trembling with awe and fear.

“It’s so big,” she murmured, staring at her reflection in the camera.

By the third hour, Lila could no longer sit comfortably in her chair. Her belly was massive, jutting out several feet in front of her. Every movement felt heavy and awkward, and the weight of her growing stomach pulled her balance forward.

“I feel like I’m going to pop,” she groaned, leaning back against the wall for support. Her chat was a flurry of reactions:

  "She’s HUGE!"

"What’s even happening right now?!"

"Lila, are you okay?!"

  Her maternity leggings, which she had worn as a joke, now seemed like the only thing keeping her decent. The fabric was stretched to its absolute limit, digging into her hips as her body continued to expand.

Her belly wasn’t the only thing changing. Her hips widened to support the growing weight, and her skin glistened with a light sheen of sweat. She could feel the babies moving inside her—kicks and stretches that sent ripples across her taut belly.

“There’s so many of them,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

By the fourth hour, Lila was unrecognizable. Her stomach was impossibly large, dominating her frame. She had to waddle to move, her hands constantly supporting the underside of her belly. The kicks inside her were constant now, each one stronger than the last.

“I don’t think I can get any bigger,” she groaned, sinking onto her couch. But even as she said it, her belly surged forward again, pressing against the coffee table.

Her viewers were in a frenzy:

  "She’s going to explode!"

"This is the craziest thing I’ve ever seen!"

"Someone help her!"

The relentless pressure in Lila’s belly had reached an intensity she could no longer ignore. Her once-taut, enormous stomach, which had seemed to defy the laws of physics, was now quaking with activity. Her hands trembled as they pressed against the stretched skin, feeling the constant shifting and kicks from within.

Then, the sharp pain hit her, sudden and unrelenting. She doubled over, clutching the underside of her belly as she gasped for air. The sensation was warm and wet, and when she looked down, she saw a gush of fluid soaking her leggings and pooling on the floor.

“My water,” she murmured, her eyes wide with panic. “It broke.”

Her chat erupted instantly.

"She’s in labor! Someone call for help!" "OMG, it’s really happening!" "TURN OFF THE STREAM—THIS ISN’T SAFE!"

But Lila wasn’t focused on the chat anymore. The contractions began almost immediately after her water broke, each one more intense than the last. Her belly, still impossibly large, tightened visibly with each wave, the muscles rippling beneath her overstretched skin. She stood up, working her leggings down over her widened hips as fast as she could, her stomach throwing off her center of gravity and almost sending her careening into the camera. With a final yank the leggings tore at the seams, falling down to the ground.

Lila stumbled toward her couch, collapsing onto it with a groan as another contraction wracked her body. She could feel the first baby moving downward, the pressure in her hips and pelvis building to an unbearable level.

“It’s happening,” she gasped, her voice trembling. “I can feel it.”

Her breathing grew erratic as she braced herself for the next contraction. It hit her like a tidal wave, forcing her to bear down instinctively. She screamed, her hands clutching the sides of her belly as she pushed.

The first baby crowned quickly, the fiery sensation of stretching skin making her cry out in pain. “It burns!” she sobbed, tears streaming down her face. But the baby was close, and with another agonizing push, it slipped free.

Lila gasped, staring in awe at the tiny, squirming infant now cradled in her trembling hands. Its cries filled the room, a sound both overwhelming and miraculous.

“It’s a girl,” she whispered, her voice choked with emotion.

Her chat exploded with reactions:

"SHE DID IT! OMG!" "One down—how many more?!" "This is insane. Lila, are you okay?"

But there was no time to dwell. Another contraction hit, just as intense as the first, signaling that the second baby was on its way.

The second baby came faster than the first, sliding into position with astonishing speed. Lila barely had time to adjust before the pressure built again, forcing her to push. Her body was shaking, her muscles already fatigued, but she had no choice but to keep going.

“Come on,” she groaned, her voice ragged. “Just get out!”

The second baby arrived with a sudden, wet release, its cries joining its sibling’s. Lila’s arms were trembling as she set the baby down on a soft towel beside her.

Her belly, though slightly smaller, was still massive, visibly shifting as the remaining babies adjusted themselves inside her.

“Oh God,” she whimpered, clutching her stomach. “There’s still so many.”

The third and fourth babies followed quickly, each one arriving with less effort but no less pain. Lila’s screams echoed through the room as she pushed, her hands gripping the couch cushions for support. Her skin glistened with sweat, her hair sticking to her flushed face.

By the time the fifth baby crowned, her entire body was shaking uncontrollably. Her hips felt like they were being pried apart, her back ached unbearably, and her belly, though visibly shrinking, still looked unnaturally large.

Lila was drenched in sweat, her breaths coming in shallow gasps as she leaned back against the couch. Her legs were trembling, her body aching in ways she hadn’t thought possible.

“I can’t... I can’t do this anymore,” she sobbed, clutching her deflated yet still-rounded belly.

But her body wasn’t finished. The contractions continued, relentless and powerful, forcing her to push again and again. The sixth baby arrived after what felt like an eternity, followed quickly by the seventh.

Lila was barely conscious by the time she delivered the eighth baby. Her vision blurred, her arms too weak to lift the newborns anymore. She could feel the remaining babies moving inside her, their kicks and stretches a constant reminder that she wasn’t done.

“Please,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “No more.”

The ninth baby was the largest yet, and Lila screamed as she pushed, her entire body convulsing with the effort. The sensation of stretching was unbearable, her skin tight and burning as the baby crowned.

When the baby finally slipped free, Lila collapsed back onto the couch, sobbing uncontrollably. Her body ached in ways she couldn’t describe, her muscles trembling with exhaustion.

The tenth and eleventh babies came quickly, their smaller sizes making them easier to deliver. But by the time Lila reached the twelfth, she was completely spent.

Her once-massive belly was now soft and sagging, though still slightly rounded. She could feel the final baby moving into position, the pressure in her hips building once again.

“I can’t do it,” she sobbed, shaking her head. “I can’t.”

But her body wasn’t giving her a choice. The final contraction hit her like a freight train, forcing her to sit up and push one last time. Lila screamed, her entire body trembling as the baby crowned.

With a final, desperate push, the twelfth baby slipped free. Lila collapsed onto the couch, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath.

The room was filled with the cries of newborns, their tiny voices echoing off the walls. Lila lay motionless on the couch, her body too weak to move. She was surrounded by blankets and towels, each one cradling a wriggling, squirming baby.

Her chat was frozen in shock:

"TWELVE. I CAN’T BELIEVE IT." "Lila, you’re a legend." "Someone PLEASE get her help."

With trembling hands, Lila reached for the nearest baby, cradling it against her chest. She glanced at the camera, her face pale and tear-streaked, but her lips curled into a weak smile.

“Well,” she said softly, her voice trembling, “I think it’s safe to say I went viral.”

Her chat erupted in applause and cheers, but Lila barely noticed. She was too focused on the tiny life in her arms, one of twelve miracles she had just brought into the world.

As the cries of her newborns filled the room, Lila let out a shaky laugh. “Next stream,” she murmured, “figuring out how to give these guys siblings... Don’t miss it.”

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9 months in with these little ones (triplets) and I think we are all ready for them to arrive, including their daddy @pregom

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Thanks for this lovely morph @pregom

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The final part. It was so difficult to break away from my birthday festivities to do this. 😂 So for the final part of this series it's a video (well more of an audio really) but, you get the idea. Well, I'm going to bed since I did this at like 2 and I'm more than tired ❤️

As the day progressed...so did my belly. The bubbles never stopped, they continued and even shifted around a bit. I could feel the bubbles or movements against my hand when I rubbed my hand against my belly under my clothes The seams began to give way as my belly continued.

What's...happening to m-me? What keeps moving inside me?-i thought frantically as I watched my belly move and my space between my legs being taken away by my belly.

This is crazy!! My clothes! I-I need to get out of here before this gets any worse-

Sneaking out the restaurant proved very difficult with my walk being transformed into a waddle by this new beachball of a belly. Trying not to knock into people with my belly grew more and more difficult by the second too.

I eventually made it to my car and slowly slipped in and began to drive home while trying to convince myself that this will all be over soon.

I didn't make it far before the shifting in my belly slowed down, my chair grew wet, and my belly began to...to contract relentlessly. Whatever was in my belly wanted to come out whether I was ready or not. My panic rose to its highest as my belly contracted and forced me to push it out. Screaming and crying I pushed and pushed with my body until it popped out of me and I breathed a sigh of relief that it was over. I think.