Her breathing doubled, then tripled and the life with
her grew, stretching her stomach tight. She loved this
part. If she could have her way she would never stop
growing. She would love to just get bigger, and bigger,
never stopping, always feeling so full and tight. But
finally, when she was so big that it looked as though
she had swallowed a beach ball, the growth did stop.
Ms. Smith let out a long sigh of contentment as she
gently caressed her huge stomach. A tentacle with and
eye at the end dropped out of the ceiling and looked
her over.
“My goodness!” Nanny said. “I don’t think you’ve ever
been this big before.” What young stud did you fuck
this time?”
“Hmmm?” Ms Smith sighed, a dreamy expression on her
face. “Oh, no one special. At least I didn’t think so.”
She smiled. “What is it?”
“A male, a strong one at that. I estimate he will be at
least two meters tall and have a IQ of 135.”
“Fantastic,” Ms. Smith craned her neck to see the
mountain of flesh that was her stomach. A male,
perfect. She patted her belly and laid back. The
eyeball moved closer.
“Um, dear, you do have to let him out at some point you
know.” Smith scowled at Nanny.
“Killjoy,” she mumbled and stretched. “If I must.” She
tightened the her lower muscles and squeezed. The baby,
sensing the change, began to move, beating the inner
wall of her body in protest. But Smith ignored him. The
muscles of her stomach tightened and constricted. There
was a brief flash of pain, then a whooshing, followed
by a high pitched crying. Smith’s stomach shrank down
to its former size as baby, fluid and after birth were
expelled in one squeeze. When she sat up the tentacles
held up a crying male human baby. Smith smiled.
“He is a strong one. What should we name him?” The
eyeball blinked.
“How about Morgan?”
“Perfect choice.” She kissed Morgan on the head and let
the tentacles take him away to the nursery. Then she
stood and covered herself with a robe.
“How many does this make?” she asked. Nanny blinked.
“Seven, not counting miscarriages.” Smith scowled.
“This is going far to slowly. At the rate I mate we
should have a hundred by now. We have to find a way
make more.”
“Well,” said Nanny. “Raphael is fully grown now. If we
could find some more females he could impregnate
several at once.” Smith’s eyes brightened.
“Nanny, that is a great idea! And know just the females
to use.”
END