Centaurus - Chapter 31

Previously on Centaurus: The band escaped from the dungeon having successfully looted a large quantity of fabulous treasure. They travelled to a nearby logging village for the night where Fey accidentally obliterated the local inn with cum stuffed and highly satisfied girls.

Now, Chapter 31:

Warm clean sheets, soft goose feather down pillows, cosy snugness in a snug room with a snug fireplace making said snug room snug with snug warmness.

Fey wriggled her body blissfully, yes, this was great, after the dungeon and roughing it in the wild finding an inn that was as lovely as this one was a wonderful relief, the only downside was the leak in the roof.

She winced with her eyes closed as another droplet splatted on her forehead.

Maybe it would go away if she just tried really hard to sleep harder, and ignored that cool draft too, and that dampness underneath her, and another drop on her cheek, and then another on her breast.

What was with this inn all of a sudden?

With a reluctance that shamed mountain mules she squeaked open a tiny crack in her eyelid and peeked out. Searing morning light attacked her retinas like some angry swarm of light hornets. Apparently this inn had no roof either!?!? Wait, was this even an inn at all???

She managed to push her eyelid open a little further and found herself looking up at foliage, treetops, greenery, the rich azure sky above, vast snow white galleon clouds sailing languidly across the blue abyss. Altogether it really wasn’t much like the ceiling of a bedroom in an inn, that is unless this was some kind of wizard’s inn where they magicked the ceilings to look like the open sky.

She hopefully considered that possibility for a moment, but then she sighed. Wizard ceilings were rather wishful thinking.

With a pained groan the stiffness of having slept a full night on the bare ground abruptly made itself known. Trying her best to ignore her twinging body she wiped gross sleepy crud from her eyes and looked around.

This was decidedly not an inn she decided. In fact it appeared to be some random forest glade. As she watched an orange and blue and black songbird flitted from tree branch to tree branch mugged a twig of a nut and then flittered off into the foliage.

All very naturey and not very inny.

Fey was a country girl and was used to sleeping out in the wild. But she had to admit after experiencing Rina’s excessively luxurious mansion and its wonderfully soft beds she had discovered a new found dissatisfaction with waking up in the middle of a forest damp with morning dew.

Her eyes turned to what was supposed to be her ‘blanket’ to sleep underneath. That is, her tent, which had become too small for her new size to be used as a tent and been repurposed as said blanket.

That was fine for the most part, except that the fabric had somehow been drawn backwards and her top human half was now exposed to the cool forest air, her enormous beachball sized breasts fully out in the open, the soft globular shapes spread lazily across her torso as she had been sleeping on her back, compressing droplet like under their own heavy weight. Her nipples had gone stiff in the cool morning air too making for hard pink peaks for each impressively sized shape. Not ideal.

The culprit to this movement of blanket was apparently… Fey herelf. She made a displeased face at the huge tent of cloth over her crotch, her own morning wood stealing her blanket space and her warmth. Though as to why it was pointing straight up vertically…

“Godsdammit,” she muttered lifting her upper body up and reaching forward, grabbing hold of the cloth. With a tug, she pulled it aside.

A cross-legged Octavia blinked back at her.

The mouse kin girl was sat with her back to the enormous horse dick, pushing it up vertically as it rested against her back and her head.

She had created for herself a penis tentpole for the impromptu tent she was occupying.

“Octavia?! What the hell?”

Octavia nonchalantly twirled a pen in her fingers. “What do you mean what the hell? A writer needs her ambience and atmosphere to write in you know. And what better ambience and atmosphere than being right next to my subject? My muse.” She huffed and drew in a breath, “Plus it smells hnnnggfff s-soo gewwwddd.” She wriggled her hips.

Fey realised that the mouse girl had been in a confined space with her dick, her extremely enticing dick, the tent trapping and concentrating her scent in with the mouse girl for god knows how long.

Her eyes drifted down to find her horse stomach was awash with Octavia’s pussy juice, a puddle of clear fluid continually dripping and rolling down her sides in fat rivulets. The mouse girl’s beige short shorts were soaked through and dark with wet too and her bare crossed legs were glossy with her lubricant.

“You do know you woke me up, right?”

“Ahem, yes, well, it has been well worth it, the newsletter is just going to completely and totally blow up with my new additions, your fan base is going to grow and grow and grow Fey, you have no idea, at every moment of the day girls will frantically masturbating and cumming to you!”

“Erm, thank you Octavia, I think, but I’m not sure I actually want that…”

Fey rubbed a hand over her face, the mouse girl’s energetic excitement was grating more than a little on her sleepy morning mood. She suddenly wished she could go back to the nice warm room of her dream and not be stuck out here in the uncomfortable woods.

The events that had destroyed the inn had led to her current position so she couldn’t really blame Octavia for lack of it sadly. She unhappily recalled how that had gone down.

As much as Lily huffed and grumbled and complained there was no getting around the fact that a very angry village full of burly lumber jacks did not particularly want them around after the inn had collapsed and they were blamed.

That is apart from the gnoll girls, the gnolls who were quite upset they were leaving. Not that the gnolls could do anything about it in their cum stuffed states, kicking at their own cum bellies in a tantrum and shaking fists at the locals did little to prevent the band from being asked very firmly to leave. Even threats of gnollish vengeance were ignored, the village simply wanted the troublesome adventurers gone as soon as possible to minimise collateral damage.

They had left the village under a chorus of desperate mewled cries for Fey from the inflated gnoll girls.

Of course, they still had no actual clue where they were in the middle of the ancient western forest, and how to get back to Bine, so first they had to go through the awkward motions of Flora picking apart the remains of the inn to find Octavia. The villagers were even less happy seeing lumber tossed through the air and gnolls brides sent rolling across the village green as Flora discarded them, picking out Octavia somewhere near the bottom.

Once the blimped mouse girl had been found they hurried out under the gaze of the increasingly furious villagers as spherical gnolls rolled to a stop against their homes and shops dripping cum over everything from their leaky pussies.

Flora for obvious reasons wasn’t very interested in floating the mouse girl all the way back to Bine so once they were at their camping spot for the night she was dumped on the ground where Flora had yelled loudly for Wummy to fix the problem.

Wummy, after getting agreement from Vivi, had surged tentacles from Vivi’s pussy and dipped into the mouse girl, spreading her pussy wide so that a half dozen of the things could plunge in and out of her gaped hole, pumping the loudly complaining and squealing mouse girl of horse cum and sucking it into Vivi’s rapidly expanding belly so that Wummy could slowly absorb the substance overnight.

Fey had fallen asleep watching Vivi atop a huge cum belly, the surface moving with bumps as Wummy rolled around excitedly in her womb, eating her prize.

Now it was morning and the full regret of demolishing the inn was making itself known, that and Octavia being annoying. Fey’s annoyance with the mouse girl was interrupted however by a strange artificial beeping sound that pierced the forest glade. Octavia and Fey blinked at each other before turning to where Flora slept.

The gnome had grown… a lot… overnight it appeared. Her pregnancy seemed to jump in size in on and off cycles, and last night had been a particularly massive surge in growth. Her pregnant belly was now fifteen feet across, a vast dome of taut skin and heavy motherly gravidity.

Her breasts had surged in size also, desperately trying to keep up with her pregnancy the straining things were so taut and fat with milk that they were leaking down her belly in streams and occasionally spritzing milk as Flora moved. Each nipple was larger than the size of a fist, pink and angry with the strain of holding back so much liquid.

As usual the gnome’s tent was being used as a blanket, a small square of cloth at the top of the vast pale sphere that was Flora. A gnome’s tent was small normally, on top of Flora it looked utterly absurd, just a square that hid her body making it appear as if there truly was just a random skin colored sphere in the middle of the glade.

The edge of the cloth moved as the waking gnome blew out a breath and let out a tired groan. After a little bit of a struggle she managed to pull the tent blanket back and gazed upon her newly grown body.

“Wh-what the hell…”

Fey waved up at her. “Uhm, Flora is that your new magic thing?”

Flora squinted down in confusion at Fey but then seemed to realise that the muffled beeping was coming from her body. She turned to her breasts and awkwardly slipped an arm into her arm enveloping cleavage and scrabbled around. After a moment the glowing rectangle was produced, the sound even louder now that it was no longer muffled by her expansive chest.

She stared at the rectangle blearily, unsure what it was that she was looking at.

“This is the most terrible music I’ve ever heard, it’s all annoying beeps!” said Octavia turning her head as she looked up, one large mouse ear scraping along Fey’s shaft.

“It probably isn’t music dummy, it’s… an alarm for something, something bad? It looks different to how it looks when music is playing anyway. Uhmm.” She hesitantly tapped the screen and the beeping sound cut off.  “There. No need to panic children.” She rolled her eyes at the two looking up at her with nervous expressions. After a moment she flicked off the rest of the gnome tent and sent it over the side of her belly.

She watched it flutter down to the grass.

“Kind of a ways down… I’ve gotten pretty fucking preggers huh…”

The gnome was stark naked of course. When it had been pointed out to her that she was naked the night before she had pointed out that sleeping in a tent naked was a perfectly fine and appropriate and normal thing to do. When it had been pointed out in return that she was only partially inside the tent and her breasts and belly were fully outside she had pointed out that this was clearly the tentmaker’s fault for not making a large enough tent and none of her concern.

The gnome stretched her arms over her head and cracked her knuckles, the glowing rectangle once more slipping between her vast cleavage. Then she lifted her hands, fingers rolling, and her enormity began to rise into the air, cupped and lifted by her telekinesis.

“Say, you uh, don’t think I will end up like that do you?” said Octavia looking up as the fifteen foot sphere of pregnancy rotated around. She swallowed and her rear squirmed unconsciously against Fey, a hand dipping down to tug at her shorts which were getting wetter by the moment.

Flora shifted comfortably atop her glorious throne of a pregnancy and looked down at the mouse girl.

“Most likely you will be very very pregnant yes, although you won’t be as big and massive and awesome and satisfied and mothe- and moth- and- and-”

Flora frowned and rolled her hips.

“And what? And what?”

“Is something wrong Flora?” said Fey suddenly wary of the gnomes expression.

“It’s- something feels off, flushed, hot, wet. Wow, I’m like crazy wet right now.”

The gnomes body had been rotating and as her rear came into view Fey had a clear sight of her pussy, her pussy which was currently flooding with clear slightly sticky fluid, a wash of the stuff rolling down her belly to spat spatter onto the grass below, a shocking amount of aroused feminine lubricant

“Erm, you’re uh, leaking a little bit Flo.”

“Nonsense. I’m not even turned on! Well, maybe a little bit…”

She twisted her torso and tried to peer back down over her body. Unfortunately her bubble butt obscured her view of pretty much everything and she could only vaguely move her legs around, her knees pushing into and indenting her pregnant belly slightly.

“There is this weird pressure though I-”

Her eyes suddenly went wide and her pussy convulsed, her sloppy lower lips suckling madly at the air, her enormous breasts openly spraying copious amounts of milk in every direction. She cried out, voice a half moan half scream as her legs frantically drummed against her pregnancy.

“It- it’s coming ouuuttt!”

“What what’s coming out Flo?!”

“The egggsss hnnnfggghh!”

Flora crashed down to earth with a boom as she lost control of her powers and Fey and Octavia were given a front-row seat to her pussy lips being stretched into an obscene O shape by something white glossy and flecked with metallic pink. A giant egg slowly pushed the gnome’s pussy wider and wider, her enflamed pink lips becoming paper thin and pale as it gradually pushed free.

“N-nooo! Stay inside!” mewled Flora, her heels crashing against the egg as she tried to push it back into herself, to no avail however as her powerful pussy muscles convulsed and strained and her legs were forcefully pushed apart as the huge egg suddenly lurched free leaving her cunt gaped wide open, a trembling fluttering pink cavern clutching at the air.

The egg wobbled a moment atop her belly and then began to sliiiide down the smooth arcing curve.

Fey’s eyes shot wide, that was her offspring that was about to get shattered!

“Flora! Stop the egg!”

“Hnnnn god here comes moarrrr!” wailed Flora lost in her own world.

“Ella! Help! anyone!” cried Fey desperately trying to roll over. No one was going to make it in time.

So, she had to do this herself.

With an explosive grunt of strength she ripped herself up from the ground and landed on her hooves. Octavia only had a moment to gawp before she was bodily catapulted a dozen feet into the air, arms and legs windmilling before she slammed into the ground.

In one leap Fey darted forward and managed to catch the egg before it landed, cradling it against her chest. She let out a sigh of relief.

Ellaria burst from her tent, stark naked, a pair of fireballs in each hand

“Where’s the attack! Who-”

She suddenly caught sight of the enormous flora and the egg held in Fey’s arms. Her fireballs drooped as her gaze moved up and found Flora’s pussy which was already being distended by the next enormous egg.

“Eggs? Fey makes eggs?… What?”

Fey weighed the heavy egg in her hands. It was… large. Roughly twenty one inches tall and sixteen inches across as its widest point she judged, it was the sort of thing she imagined a dragon might lay in size, although she had heard it said that dragons had scale covered eggs, this was certainly not scaled.

Hers. This was hers, she had created it, she wondered exactly what would come out of it when it eventually hatched…

“Centaurs don’t lay eggs, so what exactly is that?” said Ellaria, an eyebrow raised in question.

“Erm, it’s to do with that one dungeon Ella, we think,” began Fey. “The eggs on the entrance door…”

“And I was totally right about that,” said Vivi as Wummy’s tentacles plucked the enormous egg from Fey’s hands. “She’s an egg-laying centaur because of whoever built that crazy dungeon. Called it.”

The tentacles moved the egg into Vivi’s waiting paws. The fox girl looked significantly more pregnant than she had been, her vast belly being held up by a clutching cup of glossy white tentacles, her pregnancy covering her abdomen and most of her thighs, her fat milky breasts resting heavily atop the dome of it. She was large, but still nowhere near as big as she had been after syphoning all the cum in Octavia away last night, Wummy had apparently dealt with that overnight, returning her to just being filled with eggs and slime monster and not horse cum, eggs, and slime monster.

“Huh, this egg is really heavy, and way bigger than that one Wummy first pulled out,” said Vivi, weighing the thing up and down in her paws.

“M-maybe they grow bigger the longer they’re inside? What happened to that egg she showed me anyway?”

“Oh, that, Flo said she felt less motherly and full with it outside so she stuffed it back inside. Guess it’s still in there somewhere now huh.”

The fox girl turned the egg over as she spoke, eyeing the pink metallic flecks across the clean white surface, shiny with Flora’s juices.

“I wonder how-

The fox girl’s pads slipped on the slippery surface and the egg plopped out of her pads, falling… directly on top of a stone on the ground. A collective intake of breath followed and everyone froze as the egg seemed to fall in slow motion, about to be smashed to pieces upon the stone, not even Wummy’s tentacles were fast enough to catch the falling thing and they snatched at the air inches above

The egg crashed into the rock with a distressingly loud sound.

And the rock was instantly crushed to dust and powder underneath the completely undamaged and perfectly fine egg.

“I, uhh, guess they’re kinda tough for eggs?” said Vivi, guiltily scratching the back of her head.

“VIIVIIII!! You dropped my EGGG!!!” shrieked Fey.

“Hey hey hey calm down, everything’s fine see!” said Vivi as Wummy’s tentacles scooped up the egg and handed it back to her. “Look, it’s basically invulnerable.” She said as she dropped it again crushing another rock.

Fey looked like she was about to have an aneurysm.

Vivi stroked her chin as Wummy picked up the egg once more “Hey… you know how I’ve lost my sword… maybe this wouldn’t be such a bad replacement huh? I could cause some real damage beating a monster over the head with this, cave a few skulls in, shatter a few spines…” She examined the egg as Wummy held it up, rotating it so Vivi could see every side..

Ellaria took a decisive step forward and grabbed the egg from Wummy’s tentacles.

“No Vivi, I understand you are having serious sword withdrawals right now but you can’t use Flora’s egg as a weapon to replace it… no matter how seemingly indestructible the egg is.”

Wummy’s tentacles darted out trying to grab the egg back from the elf for Vivi, Ellaria jumped backwards, moving the egg away from the tentacles, but the tentacles chased and grew in number. Realising she was fighting a losing battle the elf put the egg on the ground and sat on top of it, using it like a seat and preventing it from being taken.

She glared at the tentacles as they forlornly retreated back into Vivi, sucking back up into her pussy.

Behind them Flora let out a scream and another egg plopped free from her straining puss. It slid over her belly and fell to earth where it was caught in a blanket stretched out by a dozen teddy bears.

Lily nodded and pointed directing the bears. The otterkin was also mostly naked, only a light transparent pink shift on her upper torso, the thing far far too small for breasts, not even reaching half way over them and leaving her nipples exposed. Clearly she had just crawled out of her tent, as was made obvious by a big yawn she covered over with one hand.

The teddy bears took the eggs and following Lily’s direction rolled it aside, preparing the blanket for the next to come.

“Hnnnnnn why does it feel so fhuuucking gewwwd!” wailed Flora as yet another egg pushed free. Her lips slipped around the large object and barely having time to recover before the next egg was pushing free, then the next, and the next, her voice rose higher with each progressive egg, the stimulation stacking and building on itself in a positive feedback loop until her legs were thrashing at the air and a long powerful spray of clear fluid came with each birthed egg, sprinkling down over the teddy bears tending her.

Fey couldn’t help but be hypnotised by the sight, this was her brood mother, her girl made fat with eggs now birthing them.

Her cock slapped up against her barrel with excitement, a cup of precum spurting from the tip to spatter access the grass. She couldn’t help it, her body was tense, heated, the sight of all her breeding coming to monumental fruition in the screaming howling cumming gnome girl. There was something so unbelievably primal about it.

Flora was lost in an ocean of pleasure, stretched like nothing before and stretched without stop, like the stroke of a dick plunging through her unprepared cunny except the singular stroke just did not stop.

Fey held up a hand as droplets of Flora rained down, her naked breasts gaining hundreds of clear pearls of fluid, the sheer aroused pleasure of the gnome’s birthing rivalling that of when Fey rutted her.

Already a dozen of the eggs had piled up, the disciplined teddy bears taking them and stacking them high. Each egg was sloppy glossy wet with Flora, strings of her slightly sticky juices strung between them like cobwebs over the surface. The surface of each egg was pearlescent white and refracted a multitude of colours at fresnel angles, tiny flecks of metallic pink much like Flora’s hair scattered across the surface. The eggs were… well, beautiful, like some master jeweler had made some fabulous version of a normal egg, putting untold effort into getting everything just right, their clean symmetrical curves pleasing to the eye in a way that made you want to pick one up and examine it.

For the first time that dark hunger deep inside Fey was given a kind of satisfaction, a satisfaction in a job well done. The only problem was, seeing that such a success was quite  possible made it want… more, MORE, MORRREEEEE! Breed more pussies, stuff more wombs fat with her progeny, breed and breed and breeeeed and-

Safe to say she wanted more of this, much more.

Flora losing her mind giving birth wasn’t just having an effect on Fey, the sight of what could be was causing the others to bite their lips and rub their thighs together, droplets of arousal frequently falling from between.

A trembling hand touched Fey’s bucking spurting cock and she glanced to the side to see Octavia ducking beneath her barrel. She was joined by Lily who tried to duck between the mouse girls legs but found her over grown breasts simply too large to fit, desperate to get closer she scrambled around.

She could feel them. Octavia clutching onto her pulsing length, tongue washing across its surface, her free hands dipping into her shorts, her entire hand plunging in and out of her folds. Her length suddenly dipped as Lily leapt up and grabbed on, her body fully suspended, her legs desperately kicking at the air as she tried to keep hold. A pair of dolls dashed beneath and grabbed hold of her legs helping her stay up. She didn’t waste any time and buried her face in dick, tiny little tongue desperately lapping. Once she was steady and happy the dolls reached up and took hold of her shorts, yanking them down. Her thick otter tale shoved up inside of her snatch, thrusting in and out in and out as she openly worshipped the dominating horse dick.

Even Ellaria was being affected by the sight.

“Quite impressive really…” she murmured her eyes drifting to the rising stack of large eggs. She swallowed uncomfortably and rocked her naked hips on top of the egg she was sat upon. She could be like this, an egg stuffed mess cumming her brains out as she gave birth, Fey’s brood mare, a happy satisfied queen birthing a vast clutch.

She could feel her her lower parts heating up as was so often the case around Fey, her perfectly shaped divine pussy becoming slick with wet, sleek pink folds becoming puffy with arousal, clit and nipples stiffening in the open air.

Surreptitiously she slipped a hand between her thighs, imagination running wild as she imagined her belly swelling outward with her own eggs, belly button popping out with the strain as an unimaginable clutch grew within, bigger, bigger, bigger she would grow, swelling until rooms couldn’t contain her gravid pregnancy, until her breasts contained more milk than whole barrels each just desperately trying to keep up with the multiplying brood in her belly, bigger, more, she would have Fey ejaculate in her every day until she was multi-impregnated until she was more pregnancy than woman, her vast fecund body teeming with so much life that it would put fertility goddesses to shame. Yes, she was going to drain Fey’s balls dry, until that damnable centaur couldn’t cum for an entire month, she would be first amongst Fey’s harem, the one that could take her without limit, the biggest, most pregnant, most satisfied. It was only right, as the band’s captain, obviously, it was part of her authority.

“Y-yesssss!” she softly moaned along with the sound of fluid gushing down the egg, a fresh sheen of elven juices coating it. Ellaria lifted a shaky hand from between her thighs to her mouth and brushed her soaked fingers across her lips, then she peeked her tongue out, tasting. Irresistible. unable to help herself she licked her fingers clean. Just another part of her transformation into perfection, she tasted heavenly, crisp and sharp and electrifying.

She blinked as something occurred to her, a womb was evolved to be fertile, naturally that only happened to varying degrees, no woman alive didn’t have some small thing that could be better in this regard, that was normal. Difficulties in getting pregnant, few offspring, small offspring, sickly offspring, the list went on.

But Ellaria now? With her perfected body? A shudder of anticipation ran through her as she realised that it wasn’t just her outside that had been affected, a womb perfect in purpose meant the most fertile womb in existence.

Her hips rocked side to side in excitement, squirming atop the egg, the very thought was turning her on to such a degree that she nearly came on the spot. A squeaking sound filled the air as her slick wet flesh rubbed against the perfectly glossy smooth surface of the egg, her lower lips smeared apart by the shell.

She couldn’t help it, she ground down harder, and then she realy did cum again, a spurt of squirt escaping from her close pressed flesh to sprinkle out across the damp grass. Her hands lifted and mauled at her breasts as she ground harder, and then with a jerk, she felt her lips spread wide, slurping on the surface of the egg, gulping at it as though at a massive dick it was hungry to draw inside.

Ellaria swallowed. She was sitting on one of Fey’s eggs and her pussy desired it.

Could she? No, that was madness.

But then, some small tiny sample of that pure motherliness of Flora, to just feel that for a moment… Would that be so wrong?

Her hips writhed and squirmed entirely of their own volition and she slowly started to sink, her ravenous snatch inching across the surface, muscles allowing for divine stimulation of a dick now allowed her pussy to get at what it thirsted for.

She bit her lip hard. She should really stop herself, this was Flora’s egg really, she couldn’t, she shouldn’t.

She continued to slowly sink down, but then despite her inner turmoil, she slowed and came to a stop, the eggs sheer size preventing her from going further, it was just too big.

Obviously, this was the point where she would stop, simply stand up and allow her gaped wide pussy to slowly close, a vast terrible emptiness inside left unsatisfied.

Instead, the noble elegant elf started bouncing up and down, rising then dropping inches, her perfect pussy stretched thin and tight around the massive object, her cute little clit peeking out from its hood as the hood was stretched across the huge diameter of the egg. With each bounce she could feel her cervix dilating, the opening kissing at the smooth arc of the egg, eager, voracious.

“Hnnnnnghgghh!

Her bouncing accelerated, becoming harder, more frantic. A spray of high-pressure fluid burst from her hyper stretched lower lips, the droplets going in every direction, liquid splashing over her legs.

“Godssdammmit g-get inside before anyone n-notices meee!” she managed to squeak out between breathy gasps, sweat breaking out over her clear skin as she strained to her absolute limits.

Then, with a sudden lurch, her cervix loosened, gaped, and the massive egg penetrated her womb and was sucked entirely inside. Instantly filling it to capacity and then stretching it hugely, her belly ballooned outward in one lunge, perfect smooth stomach becoming rounded as though six months pregnant as her shapely rear slammed home on the grass, her pussy quickly closing up, happy and pleased that it had succeeded in taking the massive object.

She slapped her hands over her mouth and screamed full throatedly into her fingers, eyes rolling up as her eyelids fluttered like butterfly wings.

Her pussy now no longer strained around the massive object squirted like a stoved in barrel, a long powerful hose of liquid that rose up into the air at a 130 degree angle, reaching a dozen feet and splashing down on top of Flora’s shrinking pregnancy, the elf’s thrashing and twitching drawing lines across Flora’s belly until it splashed across her pussy where yet another egg was being birthed, the additional lubricant making it slop out on a rush.

At last Ellaria’s thighs stopped wobbling and her almost painfully curled toes relaxed.

She slumped on the ground and curled around the bulge in her belly, fingers caressing it.

“Your mine now,” she breathed shakily. She could almost hear her womb agreeing, happy to have this head start on the massive amount of eggs it was to grow. “And you feel fucking amazing…”

Ellaria knew one thing, she was Determined to be the biggest both when Fey and her first had sex for real and later when her mutli-pregnancy came to fruition.

“Oh, g-gawddd fucking elf!” wailed Flora as eggs plopped free at twice the speed they had been. The elf’s perfect lubricant acting like a super charger on Flora’s birth. Her pussy barely had time to contract from its massive stretched out gape before the next egg was being pushed out.

The teddy bears below were struggling to keep up, no sooner having caught and stacked one egg before the next and the next fell, it was quickly getting out of control as one teddy bear was flattened by an egg. It didn’t help that the teddybears were soaked through, the monsoon of Flora’s constant ejaculations making them sticky wet with juices, their motions slowing as another tried to catch an egg on their own and was squished.

The battle continued until Flora’s reddened abused cunt was at head height and then she was descending toward the ground until her diminutive short stack body was rounded with one last egg. Her fingers and toes curled through the grass as she raised her rear in the air and with one last pleasured scream the egg was forced from ther womb by her powerful contractions.

Flora flopped on the grass, eyes closed tight only able to breathe, her whole body tingling with static electricity, feeling as though she had just run a marathon. Everything was buzzing, from her fingers to her toes to her deepest insides, her femininity breathing the most desperate sigh of relief at having finished its quest to reproduce.

After a moment a teddy bear with a scarf stopped beside her head. He leaned down and prodded her cheek with one of his blunt paws, then he smeared her cheek and her lip was stretched to the side.

“Gerrrof me you teddybear fuckhead,” groaned out FLora.

With difficulty she lifted her head, then laboriously, as through hiking up a vertical mountain, she began to rise, trembly shaky legs moving beneath her then pushing down. She got about half way and then had to stop, her enormous breasts holding her from going any further, their weight simply too great. Which was somewhat inevitable considering they were several time the size of her entire body, each.

After tugging once, twice, and deciding that no she in fact was not strong enough to lift such a ludicrous amount of breast flesh the gnome raised her hands and they rose into the air telekinetically, each breast carried by an invisible force.

Fey had full view of the gnome standing with her back to her completely on her own strength (sans breasts) for the first time since she had become hugely gravid, legs spread wide hands on hips.

She looked… healthy.

The gnomes pink hair was glossier and shiner than Fey could ever remember, her flesh tinged pink with a raw healthy glow, almost wild, nor could Fey remember the gnome ever being quite this curvy, her narrow hips flaring out from her waist in aesthetic racing curves, joining with the enticing sweep of her THICK curving thighs.

Motherhood had apparently been extremely kind to the gnome, no, not just extremely kind, extremely beneficial, the stupendous amount of hormones racing throughout her body forcing it to shape up, become a better broodmare, more focused on fucking and birthing and raising young.

Flora had graduated from short stack to elite short stack, the thickest gnome around.

She turned, with difficulty as her ludicrously large breasts brushed the ground, each massive thing swollen and heavy with milk, each stiff fist sized nipple leaking rivulets down the curving underside of each breast, occasionally spritzing white into the air.

Of course, compared to the huge fifteen foot tall stack of eggs next to the gnome they almost seemed inadequate, not enough to feed the huge number of lives that would eventually hatch, in fact Fey was sure the gnome needed to be larger, her body had done an incredible job… but it wasn’t enough.

Her gaze moved up to the gnome’s face. This too had been affected by her pregnancy. Fey hadn’t truly noticed how she was changing the change had been so gradual, but now it was at its peak and she could see that pink hearty glow in her cheeks, skin clear and nourished, her eyes shining bright with vigour, ready to get physical and rough, her expression one just barely disguising her hidden lust.

Much like her name the gnome had bloomed.

But then Flora blinked and a hand dipped behind her breasts and felt across her trim flat stomach. She swallowed quietly, her body was already more than ready for her next pregnancy, her ovaries unbelievably ripe and expectant, her greedy womb ravenous for more.

“W-wow, I feel so fucking empty now. It’s weird, like there’s a really really really big hole in me that needs filling.”

“Erm, well you did just give birth to-,” Fey glanced at the mountain of eggs and quickly gave up hope counting them all “- a lot of eggs. You’re probably very used to being stretched out, and now your, uh, not.”

“Hmm,” said Flora looking down at herself, her lips pressed together. “Well, the solution to that is obvious, you’ve got to fuck me full of cum again!”

She turned around and bent over, breasts spilling across the ground. Then she slipped her hands between her bubble but and spread herself wide. Not that she really needed to, her cunt was more gaped than any Fey had seen before, slowly closing up but utterly ravaged. In fact as she spread her self wide her cervix partly prolapsed before being quickly pulled back inside by her powerful internal musculature, the pucker of the thing gaping and gasping at the air.

“What! You can’t just fuck her again after she had all that! That’s not fair!” Shouted Octavia.

She scrambled from beneath Fey and raced over to Flora, hopping out of her shorts as she went then bending over, hands spreading her buttocks to expose her drooling pink snatch, a long gel like line of clear fluid snapping and falling to the grass as she perked her rear into the air.

“Erm, I’m not-”

Lily raced up beside Octavia and much more meekly bent over and spread herself showing her petite little pussy, giving Fey an adorable pleading look over her shoulder, lip wobbling.

Fey sighed. “Really guys I’m not just-

The sound of eggs clattering came from the side and a small figure, even smaller than Lily, bounced down the mountain of eggs and raced across the ground. They then got in the line next to the others and bent over, their wide hips perked up in the air, tail flagging, puffy pink lower lips exposed, lips surrounded by white scales.

The tiny lizard girl gave a very broad sharp-toothed smiled from over shoulder.

“Me too! Fill me with awesome lovely eggs too! Please my godess!”

Flora paused. “…Who the hell is that?”

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